When the sun had completely set, the lights of Cherry City began to twinkle on.
Those who had been busy all day hastened their pace to go ho.
Of course, many chose to have a drink. Experience more content on
The relaxation after tension and busyness was unforgettable.
It was precisely for this reason that most people found the motivation to keep going.
It gave them a so-called sense of happiness.
Therefore, naturally, so professions erged to cater to these needs, and for so, life was just beginning at this mont.
However, this definitely did not include the henchn guarding Emod’s mansion.
A team of 20 n was divided into four groups for continuous 24-hour guard duty; these trained toughs not only possessed considerable strength but were also adept at using modern technology.
With the help of caras hidden all around, the two guards on duty had every inch of the mansion and the surrounding hundred ters in their sight from the surveillance room.
This all-encompassing view made the two n feel at ease.
They believed that unless soone went crazy, no one would dare ss with Boss Emod—no, the boss, that’s the right term.
Emod had emphasized more than once that he should be called the boss, not the boss man.
Many who made the mistake had been punished.
Seeing the condition of those who had been punished was enough to make everyone learn what to do.
"The boss seems to be in a good mood recently."
One of the guards said.
"Of course!"
"The last ’goods’ auctioned off fetched a real high price."
"Those guys on the streets are so lucky, stumbling upon such good ’rchandise’."
The other guard said, unable to help himself.
"What do you an, stumbled upon?"
"Those guys are clever, tempting a bunch to Cherry City with cheap travel deals, then using so-called lucky draws at the mall to dupe the selected targets one by one."
"They put in a lot of effort."
The guard with the sideburns corrected his companion’s statent.
"They’re not afraid of getting busted?"
The other guard, who had loosened his shirt collar, sneered.
"Afraid? That’s why they use all the boss’s businesses."
"From advertising to travel agencies to arranged hotels and then to malls, aren’t each of those the boss’s enterprises?"
"Otherwise, how could they operate so smoothly?"
As the sideburns-wearing guard spoke, a smug smile appeared on his face.
"The cops should be on alert by now, right?"
The guard with the open shirt collar asked.
"Yeah, I heard that Davide has started investigating quietly, but... what does it matter? We’ll just adjust the process—soone suggested turning dressing rooms into secret chambers. Once the chosen targets enter, we strike imdiately!"
"With so many people around, usually, nobody notices."
"The way we directly nabbed people inside the church before was better, so direct! Unfortunately, we can’t do that often, once or twice a year is the limit."
Sideburns sighed as he spoke.
The guard with the open shirt collar laughed scornfully.
"Are you missing the nun you strangled with your own hands?"
"Why did she scream?"
"She could have lived a few more days, but she didn’t cooperate, did she?"
Sideburns shrugged his shoulders deliberately as he said this.
"Cooperate?"
"I heard one of this batch’s ’rchandise’ was uncooperative."
The guard with the open collar seed to recall sothing.
"That girl tried to escape but was caught and brought back. If it weren’t for her being virgin and fetching a higher price, she would’ve been given to the guys as a reward!"
"You know, the girl who got rewarded last ti was tortured alive by those guys for three days before she died. The scene... tsk tsk."
Sideburns tsked with relish.
But a look of longing appeared on his face.
And in his eyes shone a wolf-like gleam.
Suddenly!
A swath of crimson covered his face, his eyes.
The longing on his face, the gleam in his eyes, both were engulfed by crimson.
Losa was stunned.
He turned his head instinctively and saw his companion, his head clutched in the grasp of a towering figure wearing a hockey mask.
The broad, powerful palm covered his companion’s mouth, fingers digging into the muscles of his cheek, twisting his partner’s face into a distortion, rendering him utterly incapable of speech.
An attacker?!
The mont Losa entertained the thought, a cold flash crossed his vision.
Thump!
Blood gushed out from his chest as Losa’s head soared into the air, his face frozen in a dazed expression.
The man Jason was holding by the face widened his eyes as he began to struggle frantically to break free.
But the punches and kicks he was so proud of were useless at this mont.
Thud, thud, thud!
Each blow he landed on Jason felt like hitting a cent pillar; it didn’t make Jason budge an inch but only caused him pain in his limbs.
After several attempts, the guard quickly ca to grips with reality.
He looked at Jason with pleading eyes, hoping to be spared.
But Jason didn’t even glance at him; after quickly dispatching the sideburns-wearing guard with a knife, he slashed the other guard’s throat with a backhanded cut.
After casually tossing the dead body to the ground, Jason turned his attention to the surveillance screens in front of him.
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