Eternal Star City, Black Street.
"You said that thing would work! Bullsh * t legendary anti-mystic equipment!
"We've done so much and searched for so many years!"
"Ripper" Anton grabbed "Sleepless Eye" Lance by the collar and pinned him against the wall. "And now! Black Sword used it to poke countless holes in the Blood Mystic's body! It's useless!
"Your goal is to kill Black Sword, isn't it?!"
"Calm down, Anton!" Morris, one of the Six Powerhouses, was sweating profusely as he held Anton's hand. "We received a message from a messenger crow in the north together …
"Although he was severely injured and we don't know if he's dead or alive, Black Sword escaped, didn't he?
"Even if that equipment is useless, but …
"At least Black Sword might still be alive!"
"Might still be alive?" Anton was still holding Lance tightly. He turned his head angrily and pointed at Morris. "So, you can forgive this guy?!
"Even if he used a fake equipment to frame Black Sword?
"Even if under his guidance, our efforts over the years were in vain?"
Morris was momentarily speechless.
Lance suddenly grabbed Anton's bandaged arms.
"Although Ramon is not here and I can't be sure … But it might not be the equipment's problem. After all, we don't even know the equipment's name and function!" Lance gritted his teeth and looked straight into Anton's angry eyes. "In the Secret Intelligence Department, I read the relevant files. The Blood Mystic is rather special. It can't be sealed by ordinary legendary anti-mystic equipment … But this doesn't mean …"
"F * ck your files! I won't believe a single word from the Secret Intelligence Department ever again! "
"Didn't you see the message?" Anton scolded agitatedly, "That so-called legendary anti-mystic equipment that you said could seal Mystics is ineffective!
"Just two days ago, Black Sword almost died in the hands of the Blood Mystic!
"Maybe that weapon itself was the thing that lured us into the trap …"
"Impossible." Lance stared at Anton and said in a low voice, "That news is related to the lady that even Morat is extremely wary of —"
Anton's grip tightened. He interrupted Lance and said fiercely,
"Damn Morat Hansen! Fuck the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department! "
"Don't forget who caused us to be in this state back then!"
"Who turned us … into the Black Street Brotherhood that has abandoned our boundaries and done all the evil things for revenge? Who turned us into the moths of the kingdom that can only survive in the shadows?"
Anton's eyes reddened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Especially you, Lance Corbion! Aren't you the spy Morat planted among us back then? "
"Black Sword has forgiven you, but I haven't!"
Morris, who was dragging Anton, suddenly trembled.
"Undercover?"
"Haha, it's been twelve years, and you've only come to worry about this now?" Lance sneered with difficulty, not caring about Anton's strength at all. "What did the past twelve years mean to you? Do you think we founded the Brotherhood for fun? "
"The past twelve years? Was it fun? "
Anton seemed to have been triggered. The veins on his face bulged as he flew into a rage and roared crazily, "Son of a bitch! Do you think I'm willing to manage a bunch of scumbags like thieves, robbers, and rapists?
"Working with lunatics like Shandara Roda and Lazzanch Fisseau?
"Being smugglers and murderers every day?!"
Lance's expression changed. He could not help but clench his teeth as his eyebrows continuously twitched.
"What kind of life have we been living for the past twelve years …" Anton continued to clench his teeth and said, "How much have we sacrificed for that illusory news of yours …
"Then kill me here!"
"Take my head to comfort the dead, to comfort that lord!" Lance roared and interrupted Anton, "Treat me as your greatest enemy. Treat me as if you have already taken your revenge. Treat it as if you can go back and live a good life …"
"Enough!"
An even louder roar came from the side.
Anton and Lance were shocked at the same time. Both of them turned to look at Morris.
"Lech Malone."
"Kabra Greteli."
"Delecto Ellsworth." Morris trembled. He lowered his head and clenched his fists. Names came out of his mouth one by one, "Kurdimo Finwe.
"Kyersters Desmond!"
"And that lord …"
Both Anton and Lance were shocked!
"Do you still remember them? Do you remember these names?
"The oath we swore together that year! Find all the true murderers and avenge the dead! "Morris raised his head. His eyes were red at some point in time." At all costs!
"Do you think you're the only one suffering in silence? Skinny! " Morris roared, "Over the past decade or so, we, who originally knew nothing about gangs and organizations, have worked hard to conquer territories, build our power, infiltrate the underground world, rope in all the people, fight against Blood Bottle Gang, evade the Secret Intelligence Department's pursuit, treat all suspects as enemies, track down Charleton and Shadow Shield, and investigate the truth of what happened that year …"
"Isn't it all for the same purpose?!"
* Bang! *
Morris punched the wall with all his might. His lips trembled.
"I've never killed a child before …
"But in the past twelve years, there were a total of one hundred and fifty-four children from the age of four to twelve who died in the Abandoned Houses. This does not include the many child beggars killed by that son of a b * tch Roda and his family two months ago!
"These are all my blood debts!"
"I buried every single one of them with my own hands! I can almost remember every single one of their faces!
"The most recent one was just a year ago …
"A boy who ran away. In order to show our toughness and ruthlessness in front of our negotiating opponents, I used my psionic ability to suffocate him to death!" Morris could not suppress his emotions. His psionic ability was slightly out of control, and even the air around him became unstable.
"God knows what we've sacrificed for the past ten years, and what we've become!"
Anton closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, and lowered his head.
Lance laughed abruptly.
"Yes, well said." The Sleepless Eye revealed an expression that looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time. "Hahaha, Anton Lewandowski, do you think we've done so many things to correct, atone for, or pay for the sins of the past, to create a better world?
"Dream on!"
Lance, who had a terrifying gaze, cursed loudly.
"Go and take a look at what we've done all these years! The Western Desert's Prison of Bones — that's where we should be!
"But why are we here? Why aren't we accepting the punishment that should have been meted out to us? "
Lance pushed Anton away abruptly and shouted angrily.
"That's because on that day twelve years ago, from the moment we arrived at Renaissance Palace, we had already become a group of specters, a group of ghosts, a group of corpses that are still breathing!
"The only, supreme, and supreme purpose of our existence is to drag out all of our enemies and masterminds, and then perish together with them …
"Only Black Sword knows best — we've long been in hell."
The airtight, soundproof room suddenly became quiet.
* Thud! *
Anton kicked the wall forcefully, then walked to the side of the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down heavily.
Morris covered his face. His fist, which was pressed against the wall, was already bleeding.
Lance stared fixedly at the ground, his gaze unwavering.
In the silence, only the suppressed, trembling, and hurried breathing of the three men could be heard.
Until Morris was the first to break the silence.
"We have to believe in Black Sword." The plump man tried his best to compose himself and slowly said, "Even without the legendary anti-mystic equipment, he still has the ability to escape from the Mystics … just like how he faced Asda in the past."
Lance pulled his scarlet cloak up again.
"Let's wait for news from him." The head of intelligence from the Brotherhood, who came from the Secret Intelligence Department, said in a low voice, "When he recovers, I want Black Sword to try that equipment again."
"How?!" Anton still had not adjusted himself. He frowned and said bluntly, "Gamble with his life?! If he runs into the Blood Mystic again, it might be Black Sword's time to die! "
"No, I will remind him to stay as far away from the Blood Mystic as possible before we confirm the equipment's usability," Lance answered without any emotional fluctuations.
"Usability? How do we confirm it? "Morris wiped away the tears that had appeared in his eyes.
"Do you still remember Gu?" Lance said quietly, "That Far Easterner."
"Gu?"
Anton frowned. "Before our mercenary group was disbanded, that brat who came in last? The one who was chased out by the Mane of Night Dark Guards? "
"That's him," Lance said slowly. "He is in Eckstedt and brought me some news."
"You still have contact with him?" Morris bandaged his fist and said doubtfully, "Gu is not with us … You said before that he has his own agenda and is very suspicious."
"Our informants in the north are still slightly insufficient. We have no choice but to rely on our local contacts." Lance shook his head. "And Gu, whether he is suspicious or not, seems to be doing well there."
"Wait, you said that we need to confirm the equipment's performance first … so …" Morris stared at Lance in a daze.
"That's right. Gu found an old friend in Eckstedt these few days …" Lance raised his head and his gaze was sharp. "It really is an old friend."
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