The next day.
When Vivian opened her eyes, she rubbed the corners of her eyes in a daze and was about to get up to make breakfast.
There was already a bowl of fragrant oatmeal in front of her.
Then, she saw Søren's smiling face. He was holding an iron pot in his hand and wearing an apron, looking a little funny. He was seriously frying a poached egg.
"Brother."
"Isn't it too wasteful?"
Vivian took a deep breath of the fragrant oil and reached out her small hands to hug Søren's neck. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She also quietly sniffed his body and smelled a faint scent of blood. She didn't know why, but since she was very young, she was very sensitive to the smell of blood. If Søren's body was stained with blood, it would be very difficult to hide it from her.
The smart little girl didn't ask too much.
She only said with some pity, "Brother, you put too much oil."
"You only need a little oil to fry the egg. Next time, let me do it. "
"You see, so much oil is wasted."
After saying that, she sniffled.
It was as if she was satisfied just by smelling the oil rising from the pot.
"It's done."
"Little housekeeper!"
Søren put the badly fried egg into the bowl and rubbed Vivian's little head. He said helplessly, "I'll let you do it next time, okay?"
It was a very sumptuous breakfast.
The fragrant oatmeal was very delicious. When the fried egg was put into the bowl, a layer of oil immediately floated on top of it. There were also a few pieces of bacon that were cut into thin slices.
Just looking at it made one want to eat!
This was a breakfast that only the nobles and rich merchants in the city could afford. Vivian hadn't eaten such good food in a long time.
After enjoying this sumptuous breakfast, the little girl cleaned up the house.
The little girl started to clean up the room. Sauron's clothes also needed to be washed.
There were faint sounds of people outside.
It seemed that some people had deliberately passed by this street many times. Søren was sitting at the door, carving something. He looked very serious as he held a dagger.
"Sir Søren!"
Finally, a guy who didn't look like a good guy walked over and said with fear, "Sav thanks you for helping him solve a problem!"
"That's why I'm here to give you a gift."
He waved his hand behind him, and two fierce-looking fellows came over timidly with a gift box in their hands.
Søren raised his head and looked at them. He then gestured for Vivian to accept the gift and said slowly, "I'll take it."
"I'm not interested in the slums anymore."
"It's Savi's business whether those streets can take it or not, as long as they don't disturb my life."
"Can I?"
His voice gradually turned cold, and the dagger in Søren's hand turned into a blur.
The leader of the villains wiped his cold sweat and felt a chill on his neck. He stammered, "No … no problem! … "
"That's what Savi thinks too! … "
…
In one night.
The core members of the enemy's gang had been completely wiped out!
When Sav heard the news, he was almost ecstatic. He thought that those idiots had provoked some terrifying enemy.
But when he found out that the person who did it was Søren, his face immediately turned ugly.
"Boss!"
A smart thug ran in and said while panting, "I've found out."
"It seems that Cole threatened Søren and sent people to take his sister hostage!"
"Everyone in Donggou Street knows that Søren values his sister more than his own life. Cole targeted his sister, and that's why Søren killed them all!"
"I've never seen him do anything before. I didn't expect Søren to be so strong."
"Right now, everyone in Cross Alley is calling him Throat Cutter. Even the people at the docks have heard of his name. Eleven elites from different sects had their throats slit, and their blood covered the floor of the room."
"Boss."
"Should we take care of him?"
A one-eyed thug looked at the others and said hesitantly, "Although he's strong, he's still just one person."
"If we let him grow, I'm afraid we won't be able to take over Crossroads Alley."
Clang!
Sav threw something at the thug. The thug's face was covered in blood. He said with a pale face, "Take care of him?"
"Is there shit in your head?"
"He killed so many of Cole's men in a direct confrontation. If he ambushes us, we'll all be killed!"
"Don't act rashly."
"Send Qiang over with a gift. Let's see what he's up to. If Søren is so strong, he'll leave the slums sooner or later. "
"Why would someone like him stay in this godforsaken place?!"
"Also."
"Send someone to keep an eye on Crossroads Alley. See if Søren has any intention of taking over the place."
"If not …"
"Don't let anyone else take it."
The thugs began to get busy. Only Sav hesitated for a moment, then called out to one of them, "Tell Qiang to come over first. I'll prepare the gift myself."
If Søren could kill Cole and his men in the middle of the night, he could probably kill him as well.
This kind of person was too dangerous!
It was better to think of a way to get on his good side. The reason Sav was able to become a gang leader from a street thug was because he knew when to yield and when not to push himself.
He didn't leave anyone alive.
Even a ruthless gang leader like him was a bit scared. After all, the number of casualties in street fights wasn't high. They would try their best to prevent their men from dying.
If everyone died, who would still work for them?
Although the thugs in the slums were brainless, they wouldn't be stupid enough to join a gang leader if their men kept dying.
…
It was a quiet morning.
Of course, that was only relative to Søren. After receiving his reply, Sav was immediately overjoyed. He ordered his men to gather and prepare to take over the streets near Crossroads Alley. Since Søren said that he wasn't interested in the slums, the area near Crossroads Alley would belong to whoever had the ability to take it over. Sav gathered hundreds of people today. Although most of them were just there to make up the numbers, there were still hundreds of people who were capable of killing people.
As for how many of these people had undergone professional combat training and had learned real killing techniques, Sav didn't know.
He shouldn't have high hopes.
No one cared about the gang fights in the slums. As long as it didn't cause too much trouble, it didn't matter if a dozen or so people died. Therefore, when Sav gathered his men, they quickly took over the area near Crossroads Alley.
It was a far cry from the docks.
Since the docks controlled almost half of Amber City's wealth, it was possible that hundreds of people would die in a single night if there was a change in territory.
This was something that would shock the entire Amber City.
The slums?
It was as broken as a bird's nest. What was there to pay attention to?
Yes.
Those who were truly powerful had no interest in the slums. However, recently, they had heard that a very powerful person had appeared there.
Apparently, his name was "Throat Cutter" Søren.
It was said that all the enemies he killed had their throats slit. He had a very high reputation in the slums. Although he didn't belong to any faction, all the gang leaders in the slums respected him.
Two days had passed.
Even Vivian was sensitive enough to notice that something was wrong. The people around her were looking at her with a hint of respect, and they were hesitant when talking to her.
As for Søren, they didn't even dare to look him in the eye.
"Big brother is a lot more powerful than before!"
Vivian was sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom. She looked outside and muttered, "It was one of Sav's men who sent the gifts the other day."
"Why would he send such an expensive gift?"
"I heard that Cole's men are all dead."
"They were all killed by someone called Throat Cutter. That Throat Cutter should be big brother, right? "
"Sounds very powerful!"
"Big brother is a lot stronger than before."
Yesterday, when she passed by the grocery store at the corner of the street, the fat shopkeeper, who used to hit her back with a stick, saw her and her face turned pale.
When she confirmed that she was Søren's sister, the fat shopkeeper knelt in front of her and slapped herself so hard that her face was swollen. She only stood up gratefully when Vivian promised to let bygones be bygones. The shopkeeper even prepared a gift with more than ten Silver Derahls in it. He respectfully said that it was to help Vivian get over the shock.
They were afraid.
Although they were afraid of Søren the Throat Cutter, Vivian still enjoyed the feeling of fear.
"Lalala!"
The little girl hummed a tuneless ballad and happily cleaned the room. "We are bad guys! We are villains! "
"They are afraid of us!"
"No one will dare to bully us anymore!"
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