Catastrophe Card King

“Yes. But boss, there’s another issue. It’s just…it’s just that the female steward was kind of tempting, and a few of the brothers who were supposed to be guarding her couldn’t help themselves… so her mental state has become a bit problematic. It might not be very easy to hand her over now.”

“Then take the money and dump the body on the Flood Gang’s turf.”

“Sure…”

Rex Smith didn’t care at all.

Kidnapping and killing the hostages, this is so commonplace in gangs.

Lately, gang activities have been affected a lot, and the commerce guilds visiting from the Upper City have become easy targets for gang members seeking a hefty ransom.

Recently, many have been captured, and a lot of the ‘meat tickets’ are right here.

Rex Smith headed towards the basement.

There are several rooms here, filled with frail children around four to five years old.

Rex Smith frowned at the sight: “Didn’t all the goods get dispatched yesterday? Why are there still some left?”

Illegal human trafficking has also recently become a popular business in the black market.

In the past, when the resources in Sinless City were scarce, orphans were abandoned on the streets with nobody wanting them.

But recently, the slave merchants from the upper tiers have come down, trading a gold coin for a single child.

For Rex Smith, this is simply like picking up money.

This has earned them quite a sum.

One of the underlings replied, “The doctor who was buying the goods said these few were sick, and returned them.”

“Returned them for us to feed them for free?”

On hearing this, Reg Smith coldly commanded: “Dig out their eyes and give them to Old Yellow, the beggar head at the station. There is a plethora of overly sympathetic folks visiting from the Upper City. They should still be able to earn some money.”

Underling: “Sure.”

In the dimly lit street, a figure quietly arrived.

Leonard Churchill had been following Rex Smith’s convoy all the way here.

After observing the surroundings, he pulled on his cloak and vanished into the darkness.

There are gang members with tattooed punks in leather jackets sitting around in the corners of all the streets playing cards. For Leonard, these watchmen were as good as non-existent.

He jumped onto the wall.

He bypassed the main entrance and climbed down from the rooftop.

He quickly followed the scent and found a room.

Leonard pushed the room door wide open.

Rex Smith was meditating, recovering his curse power after the duel.

Hearing the door unlock, he thought it was one of his underlings and furrowed his brows.

Just as he was about to get angry, he caught sight of something startling and sensed something was wrong.

As a fighter, his reaction was swift. He flipped out of the bed and immediately assumed a fighting stance.

But the figure outside the door was even faster!

With a swoosh.

The lamplight on the wall cast the shadow of a giant wolf head.

Before Rex Smith could react, the wolf’s claws gripped his neck, smashing him against the wall.

As he had not yet fully recovered his strength, and under the immense force exerted, this skilled fighter didn’t even get a chance to resist.

Leonard threw a punch and sent Rex Smith’s head crashing into the wall.

He didn’t kill him, but he was knocked out.

Leonard then injected him with a potion to prevent him from regaining consciousness, slung his body over his shoulder, and walked out in a swagger.

Leonard had initially planned to take him and then leave.

However, as he passed by a room, he saw the kids with big bloody holes where their eyes should have been, and he stopped in his tracks.

He cocked his head and looked at them. Then, all of a sudden, a smirk spread across his face and he turned to retrace his steps.

Just as Leonard left, another group of people arrived at Sewage Street.

If Leonard had been here, he would have definitely recognized the tiny mustachioed lady, dressed as a man, whom he had encountered at the gambling den before.

She came with the intention of inquiring about the rumor of the [Gluttony] Secret Skill.

She had originally planned to go in person.

But the stench of the Sewage Street was so unbearable that she didn’t even want to set foot in the place, and instead, she sent her underlings.

The little mustache lady was waiting at the street, toying with an ancient coin in her hand.

Suddenly, the coin trembled and a puzzled look crossed her face. She murmured to herself: “Strange…Is there something wrong with the [Fate Coin]? It jumped before, and now it’s jumping again…”

During her previous visit to the gambling den, she had scrutinized the area but had found nothing out of the ordinary.

At the time, she had thought she might have overlooked something.

But now that same peculiar feeling had resurfaced, making her curious.

However, before she could ponder further, the underling dressed in a black cloak had returned.

She looked at the petite mustache on her face, asking, “Where is the man?”

The subordinate replied, “Someone beat us to it.”

Her petite mustache instantly furrowed,”? ? ?”

The cloaked figure hastily explained, “Ma’am, when I arrived at the hideout of the brotherhood, I found that all the gang members inside the building were already dead. The signs of battle were not very obvious. I guess that the one who acted was at least a second tier close-combat card master. The killing should have happened twenty minutes ago.”

She was taken aback, “They were all killed?”

The cloaked figure replied, “Yes. Not a single member of the gang was left in the building. However, there were a few blind children and a few female hostages. But we didn’t find Rex Smith’s body.”

Upon hearing this, her bright eyes flickered, muttering, “We were a step too late…”

Although Rex Smith, a gang member like him, had no value for his life, he was kidnapped.

Her intuition told her that the other party might hold a similar agenda like her own.

They were probably after the same secret skill, Gluttony.

However, she thought it would not be a big problem. After all, there was still Tiger.

Once the brotherhood had finished their robbery the next day, she could spend some effort on him.

At another location, Leonard Churchill had brought an unconscious Rex Smith into an abandoned basement.

After securing him, Leonard Churchill injected him with a potion.

Rex Smith woke from his daze, took a clear look at his surroundings and the person in front of him, and began to struggle madly.

Seeing him awake, Leonard Churchill didn’t waste words and took out several military grade Interrogation Potions.

This was a good stuff he had previously plundered from the Fierce Beast Legion, originally used to deal with strong-willed POW spies.

There was a lower-grade version of it in the black market, called the “Obedient Water”.

Now it would be more than appropriate to use it to extract the follow-up verses of the Breathing Method.

Gang members usually have a fierce temperament.

Especially the ones who dare to step onto the arena of life and death.

Rex Smith thought he was captured by an opposing gang, so he didn’t hold out any hope of returning alive.

Those outside the law would eventually face such a day.

But thinking about how he was ambushed in his weak condition, he wasn’t willing to submit and shouted, “Untie me, you coward! Dare you face me head on!”

Normally, no sane person would agree to such a request.

But to his surprise, the man who was preparing the injection seemed extremely amused by his provocation.

Leonard Churchill looked up and cracked a smile, “Sure! Once I get the information I want, I will definitely fulfill your wish.”

Before Rex Smith could say anything more, the potion was injected into his arm, and his consciousness began to disintegrate.

An hour later.

Leonard Churchill looked at Rex Smith, who was foaming at the mouth and had fainted, and clicked his tongue.

The Interrogation Potion was indeed useful.

He got what he wanted.

“Only the subsequent six verses…”

Leonard squinted at the verses of the Breathing Method he had transcribed from the interrogation.

As expected, this guy had practiced up to the twelve verses, which already made him a top-tier Air Skill Master in Sinless City.

According to his statement, as expected, only Tiger knew the incomplete Breathing Method.

This Breathing Method doctrine had a sequel, but not much left.

It seemed that Tiger had only obtained a fragment.

Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but wonder, “Where did Tiger get the fragment from?”

Obviously, this question could only be answered by Tiger himself.

According to Rex Smith’s disciple, not even Tiger’s lover, his family, or anyone else knew the origins of that secret skill.

Moreover, during the interrogation process, he had come across another interesting piece of information.

Tomorrow night at seven, did Abel’s group have a big action planned?

Sorry, the last two chapters were a bit lacking. Even after taking a day off, I didn’t know how to smoothly transition past this part of the plot… It’s probably because I’m not a good enough writer, please go easy on me..