Blood splattered everywhere, and at the same time, severed hands and heads flew.
The smiles on the men's faces froze. When Lu Qi screamed, they all laughed. In Mokedan, torturing a defenseless woman to death was a rare entertainment. When their companion raised the knife, they had even imagined a scene of blood and severed limbs. The man with four broken arms had even planned to cut off Lu Qi's head and put it on her body after she died.
This was definitely a special grave, he thought.
Then the scene that followed was similar to what they had imagined, except that the blood was their companion's, and the severed hands and head were the man with the knife. As for the knife, it had fallen into Lu Qi's hands at some point. Lu Qi had already stood up, and the fear on her face had disappeared. Even her confused look had been replaced by a cold expression. She reached out to wipe the long knife, and her fingers were stained with blood. The woman put her hand to her mouth and sucked lightly, then spat. "So disgusting. Hey, did you have fun just now? I wanted to play with you for a while longer, but you were too anxious. Otherwise, we could have played some more. "
Her figure suddenly disappeared.
Then the short-armed man watched as his companions around him fell one by one. Before they fell to the ground, their bodies slid down from the wrong position. When Lu Qi appeared again, other than the one-armed man, the other Balts had become a pile of dismembered corpses on the ground. A moment later, the sticky blood gradually spread under the corpses, even to the feet of the one-armed man.
At some point, his two thick legs were already trembling.
Lu Qi patted his face with the blood-stained long knife and said, "Isn't there a saying in Mokedan that if you want to survive in Mokedan, you don't have to have outstanding martial arts, but you must have a glib tongue. You don't have a sharp tongue, but you must at least have a pair of bright eyes. Now, it seems that your eyes are not bright at all. It's fine if you can't tell that the man and woman are not to be trifled with, but you can't even tell that I deliberately chose a place with no one around. I really don't know how you survived until now. "
"Anyway, your eyes are useless. I'll cut them for you."
The man's eyes flashed.
Then, the world became dark. He screamed and retreated. His eyes had been cut open, and blood flowed out of them.
"Stop shouting." Lu Qi frowned and said, "It's too noisy. Can't you be quieter?"
The one-armed man was still screaming.
The screams stopped abruptly.
Lu Qi appeared on his shoulder. The long knife in her hand pierced through his head and came out from the man's chin. Lu Qi muttered to herself, "This disobedient fellow is so annoying."
With a plop, the one-armed man's body fell to the ground. Lu Qi dusted her hands and left the alley while humming a tune. When she walked out of the alley, she turned back into the confused and even a little timid woman.
Mokedan was very large. Other than the city being divided into five main districts — north, south, east, west, and center — there were as many as 49 main streets. In order to facilitate management, these streets were named with numbers, and some of them had the habit of using people's names as nicknames. That was because there was usually a big shot in Mokdan on such a street.
This was the case with 27th Street. This street was also known as Morocco Street.
Morocco was not only a famous figure on this street, but even in Mokedan, he was a person that could not be ignored. Morocco was in the green crystal business, and he was one of the few green crystal buyers in Mokedan. His story was often the subject of after-dinner conversation. Among the great men of Mochtein, Morocco was a man of legend.
He had now become the most famous businessman on 27th Street, but in fact, a few decades ago, he was the heir of a declining family. On Agares, family is a dispensable thing. No family leader would make sacrifices for their own people. The significance of a family to them was more to gather a group of people for their own use. Because of the Baltic genes, the word blood had little meaning in Agares. As for heirs, that was mostly the result of acting recklessly. Many prosperous families could fall just like that, and this was not a surprising thing in Agares.
Morocco's family was indeed a little famous in his father's generation, but unfortunately, there was not much property left in Agares. Morocco simply sold off the property and left Mokedan. People thought that he would go to the eastern part of the empire to find opportunities. After all, that was the way out for most people. There were opportunities everywhere on the eastern battlefield. As long as you could survive, you might become a real power figure in the empire one day. However, Morocco did not go to the east, but to the Great Wasteland, and there was no news of him after that.
When people were about to forget this person, one day, Morocco returned. Not only did he not die, but he also brought a whole cart of green crystals. This today's big businessman relied on this cart of green crystals to start his business, and soon accumulated an enviable wealth. Then, Morocco used this wealth to attract a few strong people and bought two business groups that were about to go bankrupt. In this way, he gradually grew stronger and finally became a well-known green crystal buyer in Mokedan.
Morocco had a well-known habit. Every morning, he would come to the Desert Boat Shop on 27th Street. This was the first shop he opened after returning to Mokedan. Even though his shops were almost all over 27th Street now, his habit of coming to the old shop every day did not change. People only thought that Morocco was nostalgic, but only he knew that there was a reason for it.
It was about a promise. Even though until now, the person who needed him to fulfill the promise had not appeared, Morocco did not forget, and did not dare to forget, the promise he made. So he would appear at the Desert Boat Shop every day, and today was no exception.
But today seemed a little unusual. Almost as soon as he stepped into the shop, there was a land car parked next to the door. Nowadays, Morocco's shops were everywhere, and this old shop was no longer open. Morocco still opened it only because of the promise. So now, except for friends, very few people would come to the Desert Boat Shop.
Soon, three figures got out of the land car and walked into the shop. These were not Morocco's friends. The shop assistant was actually one of Morocco's strong men. The man wanted to go up and send them away. However, Morocco stopped him and personally walked up with a smile. "What can I do for you?"
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