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Cold sweat dripped from Lorenzo’s nose.
Even Schurz couldn’t help but mutter a curse under his breath.
In the shadow on that roof, alongside the gnome-like figure, appeared a dozen thin shadows.
These shadows were dressed in black, their presence extremely inconspicuous, and even fewer in number compared to the elite members of the Scarlet Fire Gang behind Lorenzo.
However, when they appeared, everyone in the alley, whether thugs licking blood from their knives or elite members indifferent to life and death, instinctively tensed up, as if they were beasts surrounded by hunters.
In their upward gaze, the bowstrings in those shadows’ hands were drawn tight, ready to release at any moment, the sharp and possibly poisoned arrowheads sparkling with deadly cold light under the indifferent moonlight.
There were fifteen military-grade magic crossbows in total, looking brand new; although not many, from their high vantage point, it was enough to turn everyone in the alley into a porcupine within thirty seconds!
“Mouse Union? Sam Jett?”
Lorenzo fixed his gaze on the gnome-like figure, shaking with rage: “You want to get involved too?”
The Mouse Union had little reputation among the common folk in the lower city compared to large gangs like the Scarlet Fire Gang and thugs like the Hyena Gang, but it was an organization that all factions in the lower city feared immensely.
Because it was the dark glove of those noble lords, specializing in dirty work for those who didn’t want to tarnish their own hands!
Logically, they shouldn’t casually interfere in this sort of matter.
Moreover, those magic crossbows…
Lorenzo discreetly glanced at his right-hand man, who scanned the numbers and blood stains on the crossbows, his expression darkening as he nodded silently.
Damn it!
“Haha, actually, I really didn’t want to interfere, but who let Dragon’s Blood be so alluring for someone like me who can only scavenge breadcrumbs from the lords?”
Sam Jett, who was only 1.2 meters tall, poked half of his ugly face out of the shadows and grinned:
“It’s late at night; I don’t want to do any fighting. Mr. Lorenzo, why not sell me five drops for twenty-five million?”
“You’re dreaming!”
Lorenzo was so furious he nearly burst a vein.
You can buy five drops for twenty-five million.
You can buy five drops for twenty-five million.
In the end, I end up with none and lose fifty million!
What kind of ultimate fool would become one of Bairland’s urban legends!
“Is that so? What a pity.”
Sam smacked his lips, turning to Schurz:
“Mr. Schurz, how about we team up? We’ll split any Dragon’s Blood we steal fifty-fifty.”
“This…”
Schurz narrowed his eyes slightly, tempted.
If it can be stolen, why buy it?
Moreover, with Lorenzo in an absolute disadvantage, teaming up with the Mouse Union would surely ensure victory…
“Schurz, how dare you trust these treacherous rats? Are you not afraid of being bitten back and ending up with nothing?”
Lorenzo sneered, not worried at all that these scheming individuals would ally; making them team up was, as his right-hand man said, even less likely than Miss Besus going straight.
Sure enough, a cold glint flickered in Schurz’s eyes as he looked at Sam.
“Mr. Sam, if you want to team up, you should at least show some sincerity.”
“Sincerity? Isn’t my sincerity enough?”
Sam caressed the crossbow in his hand as if stroking a lover’s skin.
“Not shooting you into a porcupine right away is my greatest sincerity!”
“You!”
Schurz gripped his cane tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, raw killing intent radiating from his aged face.
These damned rats certainly had no good intentions!
“Sam, do you think you have us trapped?” Lorenzo suddenly asked coldly.
“Haha, isn’t that obvious?”
Sam glanced mockingly at Lorenzo, shaking the weapon in his hand and taunting:
“Or do you think you can escape from my darling?”
But Lorenzo suddenly calmed down, as if the rage and hysteria from before had been an illusion.
He swiftly opened his shirt, revealing a faint blue glow, sneering:
“Looking at this, do you still have the confidence to talk?”
“This is—”
Sam’s pupils contracted suddenly, exclaiming:
“Magic Armor?”
Beneath Lorenzo’s clothing was a layer of skin-tight armor, its blue light symbolizing the magic circuitry flowing over it. Though it was soft armor, it emanated a fierce, murderous aura akin to swords and blades.
This was Lorenzo’s last resort, and the reason he knew the time was tight but still only walked rather than ran.
This seemingly skin-tight yet incredibly heavy armor might slow him down, but once activated, it could greatly enhance his combat power in a short period.
More importantly, it could defend against attacks from those magic crossbows to a certain extent!
“Damn it, how do you have something like that!”
Realizing the situation was turning dire, Sam’s expression darkened. He knew that once Lorenzo revealed the magic armor, his advantage with the magic crossbows would be nullified.
If it came down to a direct confrontation, he would still have the advantage, after all, he had the home ground, but there was also the ever-watchful Hyena Gang nearby!
Sam couldn’t help but feel fortunate that to conserve valuable magic arrows, he hadn’t chosen to launch a surprise attack; otherwise, this conflict would surely have evolved into an irretrievable state.
“Damn.”
“Hell.”
“Motherf***er.”
So, in this increasingly strange atmosphere, the three gang leaders gathered due to Dragon’s Blood exchanged looks, each sizing the other up.
Yet they remained tense, not daring to launch an attack, instead caught in an extremely awkward balance.
Comical and ridiculous.
…
…
“Three parties? Aside from the Scarlet Fire Gang, who else is there?”
In the lower city, on the tower bridge by the Gray Rhine, Mu’en used the telescope in his hand to observe the developments in the alley from a high vantage point.
It was quite difficult to recall who the other two factions were based on the original book’s brief mentions, but Mu’en didn’t mind.
Given his status, he didn’t need to care about where these strange forces came from; he just needed to confirm their location and that the Dragon’s Blood was still in their possession.
“Now then, it’s time to get down to business.”
Mu’en prepared to leave.
Just as he stood up, he noticed another figure in a black cloak on a nearby tower bridge, also observing the developments in the distance and mumbling some incomprehensible phrases.
“Fight, come on and fight!”
“I came out early to warn you, and if you don’t fight, how can I fish in troubled waters?”
“Damn it, if you’re not going to fight…”
“If you don’t fight, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
The figure slammed the telescope down in frustration before angrily getting up.
It seemed that at that moment, the figure finally noticed Mu’en, turned to stare at him for a long time, and when Mu’en felt a prickling sensation from being stared at as if he had run into a dead queer, the figure then softened his tone and said:
“Friend over there, are you here to catch the cicada as well?”
