Chapter 985
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The doctor didn't care about Heiwei who had escaped. If he wanted to survive in this city, he had to understand what he shouldn't care about and what he couldn't touch.
"Come to see your mother?"
The doctor ordered a servant to help Death Line bandage the wound on his arm.
"I just came to see if the old witch is dead."
The expression on Death Line's face was very scary. The doctor took him through the corridor of the clinic and came to the outside of a ward. Death Line wanted to take a look and leave.
But suddenly, Death Line felt that in his consciousness … Some kind of emotion that had been sealed up was activated.
He looked at the figure in the ward and couldn't help but cry out loud.
"What's wrong with you?" The doctor frowned and looked at the man who was crying like a baby.
"I … No … It's just … What's going on with this thing?"
Death Line kept shaking his head to deny it. He still kept wiping his tears. It was too embarrassing to cry in front of outsiders.
But he couldn't help it at all … The reason why Death Line cried was not because of sadness or pain, but because he was moved and guilty.
The doctor looked at the suddenly neurotic Death Line and took a step back. There was no shortage of people with mental problems in this city.
Death Line cried for more than two minutes. After wiping away the tears on his cheeks, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
This feeling was like being soaked in a quagmire for a long time and then being pulled out of it for a hot bath. His whole body was warm.
"Heiwei!" Death Line looked at the wound on his arm and instantly understood why he was in this state.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions of gratitude and joy in his heart, even though his eyes were still red.
"Lord Death Line!"
A few of the sewing helpers he had sent out had already returned to the clinic. Death Line turned to look at his men and found that they were supporting each other as they walked into the clinic.
Their cheeks and bodies were full of bruises. It seemed that they had been beaten up by someone.
"Did Heiwei hire someone to protect it? Who is it! The bastards from Mud Crocodile? "Death Line stared at his group of men.
They were silent for a while, and finally one of them whispered the truth.
"It was a cat that beat us up like this."
"What?"
Because that person's voice was too soft, Dead Line couldn't hear it clearly for a while.
"Cat, Master Deadline … The murderer isn't from the Mud Crocodile, it's an orange cat." The man repeated.
"You were beaten by a cat? He was beaten to the point where he couldn't even walk! "
Death Line instantly laughed out loud. He thought that his subordinate was joking with him.
"It's true! That cat knew how to use a wooden stick, and it was very powerful! In the blink of an eye, he knocked me to the ground with a stick. "
Another member of the Sewing Gang explained, but all he got in return was Dead Thread's laughter.
"You bunch of trash, stop finding excuses! I'll let that brat go today! Let's go drink! "
Death Thread waved his hand and ordered his men to leave the clinic. The members of the Sewing Gang looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
The second-in-command of the Sewing Gang was known for her bad temper. They thought that they would be punished for failing the mission.
However, Death Thread was in a very good mood today. After crying, his mood was really good, as if he was bathing in the spring breeze. He had never been so relaxed in his life.
The members of the Sewing Gang didn't dare to say anything else and followed Death Thread out of the clinic.
…
Heiwei returned to its alchemy room. The first thing it did was find a backpack and began to put the valuable things in the room into the backpack.
"This is your trading method?"
Josiah controlled Orange Cat to jump back onto the stone table and looked at Heiwei who was rummaging around.
"You don't understand! Those guys in the Sewing Gang are idiots with mental problems. " Heiwei was still cursing. It took a flask in one hand and stuffed it into the backpack. "We can't communicate with them at all! But this whole block is their territory. "
"So you plan to escape just like that?" Josiah asked again.
"What else can I do? Wait for them to find me and kill me?"
Heiwei's backpack was packed in the blink of an eye. It opened the curtains and glanced at the street outside. After seeing that no one was following them, it was ready to escape.
"Didn't that guy called Death Thread use the raw crystal?"
Josiah controlled Orange Cat to block Heiwei's way. At the same time, it used its tail to close the door behind it.
"But that guy is too stupid. He doesn't know what's so fun about your cooking!" Heiwei shouted at Josiah uncontrollably.
"I already told him how to use the raw crystal. It was just a small hint," Josiah said.
Ten minutes ago, the control of Orange Cat was with Qianmian. Qianmian was monitoring Heiwei's every move in the clinic. Of course, she saw the scene where the leader of the Sewing Gang used the raw crystal.
In the end, Qianmian left a note on the leader's body with the words "Little Tyrant is endless fun." It didn't matter if Death Thread was illiterate or not. As long as he saw the note, he would activate the Little Tyrant.
"So what? Do you think those guys will like your … Little Tyrant? " Heiwei wanted to open the door and leave this damn place, but Orange Cat nimbly jumped onto its shoulder.
"I bet he will. You should know where the Sewing Gang is, or where that guy is right now. We still have to talk business."
Josiah's voice slowly rang in Death Thread's ear, with a tone that could not be rejected.
"You want me to go to where they sell this thing?"
Heiwei held the raw crystal in his hand and seemed to have lost control of his emotions. Josiah's decision was equivalent to sending him to his death.
"Nonsense … All the money we earn will belong to you. I only need the raw crystal." Josiah gave a rather generous offer.
"We can't possibly earn money from the Sewing Gang! They will kill me immediately! Turn you into a pot of soup! "Heiwei said loudly.
"I can guarantee your safety. You'll come back alive."
Josiah's words were based on the premise that Hiri used the Orange Cat to beat up the Sewing Gang.
There were very few people on this continent who had mastered magic. Even if there were magicians, it would be meaningless in front of the magic cannon in the form of Orange Cat.
This Orange Cat's magic was supplied by the World Tree, so this Orange Cat's fighting ability was comparable to a powerful magician.
"Damn … Damn it!"
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