roccoschili Chapter 1060 555: Birch Tree Secret Cult_3
Chapter 1060 555: Birch Tree Secret Cult_3
"Who are you?"
Li Banfeng walked in, carrying a dozen arms: "Here are left hands and right hands, all freshly chopped from the living room. Bloodline compatible, perfectly sized, fresh meat, you better attach them while they're still warm."
Miglov struggled to create a wall, blocking Li Banfeng. He climbed out of bed and rushed to the window, preparing to jump out.
Missing an arm and covered in wounds, Miglov couldn't climb onto the window sill immediately.
Li Banfeng's shadow helped him, assisting him onto the window sill and casually sending him into the Portable Residence.
Once inside the Portable Residence, Miglov drew a dagger and severed his left leg, which turned into a mass of mud and quickly formed into a castle, wrapping around Miglov.
According to Miglov's design, the castle was large enough to break through the confines of this small room, allowing him to establish contact with the outside world.
But an invisible force compressed the castle's size, limiting its height to just over a meter and its length to only about one and a half meters.
Miglov half-lay inside the castle, concentrating his mind, trying to make the castle move.
But the castle couldn't sense the power of the gods, remaining in place with no sign of movement.
Miglov continued to thicken the walls, protecting himself while pondering his next move.
Hong Ying watched, puzzled: "What is this Foreigner trying to do? Why is he wrapping himself in mud?"
The Phonograph said: "Ying Ying, have you ever had Beggar's Chicken?"
Hong Ying understood the Phonograph's meaning, quickly gathered firewood, and began to light a fire.
Miglov could never move the castle, becoming increasingly agitated.
The temperature inside the castle kept rising, leaving Miglov struggling for air.
Li Qi, what exactly do you want to do to me?
You know my origin, why do you still dare to attack me?
You've offended the Birch Tree Secret Cult, instead of protecting yourself, you dare to lay a hand on me?
Are you crazy?
What is this house all about?
Where did all these monsters in this house come from!
The Phonograph advised Hong Ying, "Watch the fire, don't actually kill him."
"Don't worry," Hong Ying said, taking a Wine Gourd and pouring some wine onto the fire, "Once he can't take it anymore, he'll come out on his own."
...
Li Banfeng sent the corpses in the living room into the Portable Residence, then searched this two-bedroom apartment thoroughly.
"Boss, the sofa has a secret compartment." The Gloves crawled under the sofa, and soon emerged with an Iron Box.
Opening the box, they found a stack of photographs, each depicting large formulas on a blackboard.
The Gloves searched the house again, finding several hundred thousand in cash, a blueprint, and a ledger.
The blueprint seemed to be for some building, crudely drawn, with many parts lacking dimension labels.
The ledger recorded recent income and expenses, but because it was written in Ravsha Language, Li Banfeng couldn't understand the details.
The cash was handed over to the Gloves, Li Banfeng dragged the corpses of Miglov's dozen men into the Portable Residence, the Gloves used the Technique to clear the scene's traces, taking away that bottle of Paste, ensuring nothing was missed, then followed Li Banfeng away from the scene, heading to the black market together.
...
Cultural Palace, cinema on the second floor.
Zeng Hongfu brought five people, entering Tang Changfa's box.
The cinema box was very small, with these people inside, the room was almost full.
Tang Changfa said: "Big Brother Zeng, what's this about?"
Zeng Hongfu laughed: "Nothing much, here to ask you something, where did that bottle of Paste come from?"
Tang Changfa shook his head: "That's something you shouldn't be asking, the black market has its rules. If you say the goods aren't right, you can have the snack vendor testify, but if you want to ask anything else, I have nothing to tell you."
"Not talking!" Zeng Hongfu's smile vanished, "Then you'll have to suffer."
Tang Changfa frowned: "What are you trying to do? Want to get rough in this place?"
"Afraid?" Zeng Hongfu drew out an Emei Piercer from his sleeve, "Afraid? Better speak the truth quickly, or I'll leave you a way out!"
"You drew the weapon first!" Tang Changfa pointed outside the door, "If the snack vendor sees..."
"He won't see," Zeng Hongfu shook his head slightly, "In the future, he won't see you anymore."
Tang Changfa sighed: "What should I do then?"
"What to do? Just tell me the truth!" Zeng Hongfu pointed the Emei Piercer at Tang Changfa's brow.
"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the Shopkeeper not allowing us to kill here." With that, Tang Changfa grabbed the Emei Piercer and stabbed it into his own skull.
Zeng Hongfu froze, and the five people behind him all froze as well.
Tang Changfa's brain flowed out from the wound, yet he acted as if nothing happened, continuing to talk with Yan Hong'er and Yan Cui'er.
Zeng Hongfu and his men were too scared to move.
Foolish Cultivation Technique, fight if you dare.
Zeng Hongfu's men had never seen anything like this, watching the Emei Piercer tremble in Tang Changfa's forehead, too scared to even think of running.
Yan Cui'er suggested: "Let's not kill them, just carve off most of their meat so they can't run around, but won't die,
We'll collect the flesh, leaving no traces, and still gain some benefit, isn't that the best of both worlds?"
Yan Hong'er pinched Yan Cui'er: "Stop suggesting silly ideas, I told you, you're still on the shopkeeper's list for a hundred hits, if you dare cause trouble again, wait for the shopkeeper to beat you to death!"