Chapter 258
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"William, you?" Novi's expression changed drastically. He felt the force from his arms and shoulders getting stronger and stronger. William's two hands were like iron pincers that held him tightly. His nails seemed to have pierced through his clothes and made him bleed.
"I'll never betray you, William. Trust me." Novi looked at William's ferocious face that was almost pressed against his cheek. His heart trembled. He started to struggle, but he felt weak all over and couldn't muster any strength. "You poisoned the wine."
"There's no poison in the wine. I just smeared it on your cup." William held Novi tightly, his expression ferocious. "I can't trust a traitor. And Crowe was right about something. Secrets can't be leaked. So, I can only choose to make you never speak again."
"Ah Jin, kill him!" William turned his head and said to Ah Jin.
Ah Jin's pupils contracted slightly, but his expression was cold and indifferent. When he heard this, two iron crutches fell from his sleeves and were held in his hands. He brazenly stabbed them into Novi's back from the back. He twisted the crutches as if they were tofu. Novi's heart and lungs immediately ruptured. Blood gushed from his throat and splattered on William's face.
William let go of his hands and picked up a piece of clothing from the shelf next to him. He wiped the blood off his face and squatted down to close Novi's angry eyes. "If you're faster, you can still catch up to Lombardi in front of you. You can keep him company on the road to hell."
"Novi isn't trustworthy, but I trust you, Ah Jin. Even if you die, you won't betray me." William opened his palm at Ah Jin. Ah Jin understood and handed the weapon that killed Novi to William without hesitation.
A satisfied smile appeared on William's face. He very carefully wiped the blood off the iron crutches and returned them to Ah Jin. "Clean up Novi's body and throw it into the sea."
Ah Jin put the iron crutches back into his sleeves and silently dragged Novi's body out of the ground.
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Mr. 3's eyelids twitched uncontrollably as he looked at the man who walked into the cell. This was the man who had captured him and Mr. 5 alive and imprisoned them in this prison.
"Lombardi is dead. Well, the people you followed to the colorful stone island were all killed. My adjutant felt that the traces should be cleaned up. This way, the Baroque Workshop's clues would be cut off." Yarlin stretched out a finger and poked the black cocoon. He could clearly feel Mr. 3's body tremble. "In other words, the Baroque Workshop will completely lose contact with you. They won't even know if you're alive or dead."
Half of Mr. 3's face was covered with black spots. The strange spots didn't look like they were on his skin. Instead, they looked more like they came from the bottom layer of his skin. They complemented his gloomy expression.
With the clues cut off and the complete loss of contact, it meant that it would be difficult for the Baroque Studio to carry out any subsequent attempts to silence or rescue them, because they simply could not find the location of the target.
"Who the hell are you?!" Mr. 3 mocked himself in his heart. They came here with Lombardi with the goal of eliminating all the members of the Longstone Trading Association. Now, their goal seemed to have been achieved, but they weren't the ones who did it. What made him even more terrified was that he didn't even know the identity of the other party.
"Are you sure you want to know the answer?" Yarlin smiled faintly. He gently pulled the black silk on the cocoon with his finger. The black cocoon wrapped around Mr. 3's body peeled off layer by layer and drilled back into Yarlin's finger.
Thump!
Mr. 3's knees hit the ground heavily, and the cold ground made him shiver. He looked up at Arlen and shook his head. "No, I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are," he said. "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are."
If he didn't know the identity of the other party, he might still have a way to survive, even though the possibility was slim. However, if he knew who the other party was, he was afraid that he would really die.
Arlen lowered his head to look at Mr. 3. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he scanned Mr. 3's body. "The wound on his shoulder has stopped bleeding, and a scab has begun to grow. The rancid smell is gone, but the black spots haven't disappeared. Instead, they've started to spread inside his body like some kind of poison. It's even seeping through his muscles and skin. Interesting. These black spots are probably the result of the shadow that's attached to my body after my muscle and bone attributes reached 70 points. When I fought with Smoker, I seemed to have gotten some black spots on his body as well, but they weren't as scary as this guy's. Is it because he's too weak to fight me?"
"And what's the use of these black spots? Is it just some kind of poison, or is it something else? If it continues to spread, will it eventually lead to death? "
Yarlin observed the densely packed black spots on Mr. 3's body. It was as if someone had tattooed a terrifying tattoo on Mr. 3's body. However, it seemed that the tattoo was only half finished. It was a half-finished tattoo that had been abandoned halfway through.
Even Arlen himself didn't understand the nature and power of the shadows and the strange black spots. He was still curious about this power and was still trying to figure it out. After all, the appearance of this shadow power didn't come with a manual.
However, since the broodmother's products had always been irresponsible, Arlen was used to it. He just didn't know if this situation would change with the broodmother's advancement.
Yarlin threw away some of the distracting thoughts in his mind. He stared at Mr. 3 with a burning gaze and asked gently, "How does your wound feel?"
"..." Mr. 3 felt like his heart was being trampled by ten thousand Karu ducks. Motherf * cker, you're the one who beat me up, and now you're asking me how I feel? Are you trying to make fun of me? "he thought.
Karu ducks were a type of land duck in Alabasta. They ran very fast and liked to quack as they ran.
Ya Erlin furrowed his brows. He felt that he might have been too friendly, which gave Mr. 3 the wrong impression. Mr. 3 even dared to ignore his question.
"I feel very cold, very cold. It's like a chill is seeping out of my body. My limbs and sense of touch are a little numb and slow. It's very uncomfortable." Mr. 3 exhaled a cold breath from his mouth. He looked at the dense black spots on his body in horror. "What are these things? Is it some kind of poison? Can you detoxify me first? I feel like I'm going to die at any time … "
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