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The cold blade struck his cheek, each impact sending a shiver through Charlek's body, his eyes filled with fear.
"You're afraid too."
"Since you're so afraid, how dare you do something so reckless?"
"Gentlemen... I... who have I offended? You... you have to let me know."
Blade fiddled with his knife, then turned to the group beside him: "Look, he wants to know who sent us. What should he say?"
"Move aside, I recently developed a little trick, and I'll give it a try."
"Butcher, have you developed a new way to torture people? I'd only ever heard that you liked to torture people before you killed them, but today I'm going to see for myself."
Blade joked, and the others retreated as they looked at the butcher.
Everyone here is an assassin at the Grand Lu Hotel. Even though they're all wearing masks, you can tell who the other is at a glance, so they all seem quite polite to each other.
"Thanks, everyone. If you encounter any troublesome people in the future, feel free to ask me for help. Since you're all under the boss, I'll halve the price."
The group rolled their eyes, as if to say, "Is this all the sincerity you've got?"
"Hey Bo, you're in luck today."
After saying that, the butcher walked to a pot where he was heating oil. He picked it up, walked over to Chalek, and poured it over Chalek's thigh.
"Zizzizi!"
The moment the hot oil touched his thigh, the frying pain made Chalek howl in agony. He struggled, trying to get up and escape, twisting his body to ease the pain.
But the butcher looked it over with interest: "Not bad, medium-rare."
"Two more rounds."
"Hey, Dark Night, have you ever seen a Butcher this monstrous before?"
Blade then asked the person next to him, and Dark Night didn't care that the other person had revealed his identity, and shrugged: "The Butcher has always been a pervert, you know that."
"That's true... but he's quite resourceful, even using hot oil. Doesn't that make you nauseous?"
"..."
Dark Night glanced at Blade without saying a word, as if to say, "If you can't speak, then don't speak."
He couldn't help but feel helpless; how did the boss manage to recruit such a chatterbox?
Next, Blade and his team witnessed a live bone-dissection demonstration. Even for those who had spent years living on the edge of death, the sight was initially difficult to comprehend.
However, when they came out, apart from the butcher, the other five people all looked very unwell, as if they were trying their best to hold something back.
The butcher looked at them with satisfaction and humbly asked, "Gentlemen, how was I just now? You are all renowned figures in the killing world. Can you give me some advice?"
"No."
"very good."
"That's a good question, but I'm not good at it."
“…”
The group waved their hands, then looked at the ravaged bar and the corpses lying haphazardly. Having barely managed to hold back their vomiting, they could no longer bear it and ran out to take pictures.
"Hehe, perfect."
"Although we can't kill them, it's still pretty good to make them feel uneasy."
The butcher grinned, concealing the murderous intent in his eyes. He then walked to the box that had been prepared beforehand, took out the TNT prepared inside, and while he was setting it up, the others also returned.
However, their gazes toward the butcher were filled with dissatisfaction, as if to say, "Just wait, we'll get our revenge."
They immediately stepped in to help pour gasoline.
After they finished doing all that, they walked out the door, looked at each other, and then dispersed.
After walking quite a distance, Blade pressed a button without turning his head.
"boom!"
A deafening explosion rang out, shattering windows in several nearby streets with the shockwave. Flames shot into the sky, and smoke billowed across several streets.
Countless screams of terror filled the air as alarms blared.
The romantic city will be sleepless tonight.
As a result, the city of romance was kept on high alert all night, with hundreds of people mobilized for investigation and thousands for disaster relief, working until the morning before finally stopping.
And the high-rise conference room in the romantic city.
Mayor Chesil touched his already balding head, looked at the silent conference room, and then looked outside.
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"You guys, it's been a full six hours since the explosion, and apart from rescuing people, you haven't made any progress in your investigation at all."
"Do you know how many eyes, cameras, and reporters' microphones are waiting for us outside right now?"
"Efficiency! Efficiency!"
"Even the Grand Elder called to urge us to investigate and get results quickly!"
"..."
Everyone lowered their heads. This was a heinous case of violent assault, and it might even involve gang fighting. According to their investigation at the scene, there were at least a hundred corpses.
In addition, all other members of the motorcycle gang outside were also killed, their deaths extremely gruesome.
This tragic situation has been reported and has caused panic among the people of the romantic city. Now the pressure is on him, the mayor.
Seeing everyone silent, Chesil slammed his hand on the table and looked at a man in uniform: "Ruhr, you're in charge of security in the City of Romance, and it's your people who are investigating."
..... ... ...
"Now tell me about your progress."
"Ok."
Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Ruhr had no choice but to stand up and pick up the report he had just received: "Gentlemen, based on our investigation and analysis, this is an extremely serious gang fight."
"The dead were all motorcycle gang members from the romantic city. According to the investigation, the motorcycle gang had conflicts with some gangs, which may be the target of our breakthrough."
"Besides that, there's another thing. Yesterday, members of the motorcycle gang tried to rob a wealthy foreigner on the street but were shot dead by his bodyguard. This person could also be the culprit."
"However, since it involves foreign capital, it requires approval from higher authorities, and it is currently under investigation."
“…”
Upon hearing this, Chesil's expression improved considerably. Although the investigation hadn't yielded any results, at least there had been some progress.
He thought for a moment and looked at Ruhr: "You just mentioned foreign tycoons?"
"That's right, he's one of the richest people in China. There's pretty much information about him online, but it's said he has a net worth of at least hundreds of billions of Chinese yuan."
"Oh...."
Cheryl nodded for a moment before slowly saying, "It's normal for someone like that to have armed bodyguards. Here's what we'll do: you take a few men and find out about yesterday's robbery."
"Mayor of Chelsea, do you suspect that this matter may be related to that wealthy Chinese businessman?"
"Stop being so clever! I'm just offering my condolences to fools! Never mess with capital, you idiot!"
Chesil picked up the cup and threw it at Ruhr, saying with a look of disappointment and frustration.
Then he stormed out of the meeting room, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.
Just as he stepped out of the conference room, the phone rang. Cheshire picked it up, glanced at it, and then answered it from an empty phone. When he heard what was being said on the other end of the line, his face lit up with joy.
202 Shen Yan: What? Someone's gone mad and wants to take the blame for me?
"Boss, there's a new situation."
Early in the morning, Shen Yan had just gotten up and washed when he heard Lao Deng's voice, which startled him.
He paused in brushing his teeth and said irritably, "Old Deng, tell me what's wrong."
He knew that Old Deng was his eyes and ears, and that he wouldn't usually contact him on his own initiative.
But if they contact you, it means they have something on their mind.
It's still a very important matter.
"Just now, a call was made to Chercil, and they were told that they would take responsibility for what happened in the City of Romance last night."
???
!!!
What?!.
Did my prize get stolen?
No, that's not how it should be said. Someone's insisting on taking the blame for me?!
Shen Yan's hand paused, his expression one of astonishment. He couldn't believe which scapegoat would take the blame for him at this moment.
Is he desperate for fame?
Still so oblivious.
Don't they know that once someone admits to something like "563" to the outside world, it's too late to clarify it later?
Moreover, they would become the enemy of the entire population of Gaoluji.
Shen Yan's expression turned serious, and he secretly felt that this matter was definitely not simple. He immediately asked, "Old Deng, what exactly happened?"
"Boss, it's like this. Just a little while ago today, someone called Chelsea and said they would take responsibility for what happened last night and would provide some coordinates for him to collect evidence."
"After listening to the message, I immediately compared it with all the sounds I had listened to since I was created, and found that there was no such person's voice in the storage."
"Boss, there might be people here who we haven't noticed."
Voices that were never recorded by Old Deng, people who are hidden away.
Shen Yan immediately realized that something was not amiss. He frowned and kept trying to figure out who it could be.
Could it be some Western conglomerate?
No, it couldn't be them.