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 home.
Of course, many chose to have a drink. Experience more content on .com
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, some professions emerged to cater to these needs, and for some, life was just beginning at this moment.
However, this definitely did not include the henchmen guarding Emod’s mansion.
A team of 20 men 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.
One of the guards said.
"The last ’goods’ auctioned off fetched a real high price."
"Those guys on the streets are so lucky, stumbling upon such good ’merchandise’."
The other guard said, unable to help himself.
"What do you mean, 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 statement.
"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—someone suggested turning dressing rooms into secret chambers. Once the chosen targets enter, we strike immediately!"
"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.
"I heard one of this batch’s ’merchandise’ was uncooperative."
The guard with the open collar seemed to recall something.
"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 time 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.
A swath of crimson covered his face, his eyes.
The longing on his face, the gleam in his eyes, both were engulfed by crimson.
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.
The moment Losa entertained the thought, a cold flash crossed his vision.
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 moment.
Each blow he landed on Jason felt like hitting a cement pillar; it didn’t make Jason budge an inch but only caused him pain in his limbs.