Chapter 362: Physical and Mental Health

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Mian in fear, not knowing where he had angered him.

He wasn't the one being swindled, the gang members controlling this block weren't him, and he wasn't a relative or friend of those people, so why did he rush up and beat him directly?

And he didn't give him a chance to explain at all; he would beat him to death for every sentence he said!

After his gaze fell on the revolver, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the few helpers hiding in the dark, finding that they didn't dare to come forward to stop him, and his heart sank slowly.

He didn't dare to threaten Lu Mian again, nor did he dare to resist, and said tremblingly,

"I, I can't count that much, I didn't bring that much money."

"That really disappoints me. I'm just short of 100,000 Felkin." Lu Mian said with a smile, expressing regret. "Who taught you the money-counting magic trick? And who came up with the Disease God?"

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and remained silent, not answering.

Lu Mian opened the pistol cylinder unhurriedly and showed the bright yellow bullets inside to the other party.

Then, he closed the cylinder and pressed the muzzle against the middle-aged man's forehead.

"Three, two..." Every time Lu Mian said a number, the finger on the trigger would press back a distance.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed panic, and he was extremely terrified.

If it were someone else, he would feel that the other party wouldn't shoot him on the street, but this person in front of him had been beating him to death for no reason from the beginning, so it was hard to say whether he would be crazier and shoot directly.

Just before Lu Mian said the last number, the middle-aged man shouted in fear,

"It's the 'Messenger'!"

"Messenger?" Lu Mian raised an eyebrow.

After his psychological defense was broken, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of taking chances and said in one breath,

"The Disease God's Messenger!

"He found me, taught me some small magic tricks, and also told me about the Disease God, asking me to help him develop believers, and he would take half of the money received and I would take half."

Is he a believer of a real evil god, or a swindler who uses the name of a god to collect money, or both? Lu Mian withdrew the revolver from the middle-aged man's forehead, patted the side of his cheek that was still relatively intact with it, and said with a smile,

"That's right. Can't we communicate properly?"

Bang!

A bullet flew out of the revolver's muzzle and drilled into a cut-down street tree not far away.

Lu Mian said "Oh".

"Sorry, it went off accidentally. It didn't scare you, did it?"

The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, and a pool of liquid slowly overflowed under him.

Lu Mian glanced at him and revealed a smile again.

"What is the name of the Disease God's Messenger, where does he live, and what does he look like? I've been short of money recently and want to visit him."

At the same time, Lu Mian muttered in his heart:

That prank just now didn't get a reaction, he really isn't a Gifted one...

The middle-aged man shook his head in panic.

"I, I don't know."

Seeing Lu Mian raise the revolver again, he added hurriedly,

"I only know he is tall and thin, his skin is very white, as if he had been seriously ill, his eyes are gray-blue, his hair is black, not long, just like, just like the secretaries of those rich bosses."

"He comes to find me once a week, I don't know how to find him."

On the other side, Jenna, who was gathered with Mrs. Morgana and others, took the time to glance in Lu Mian's direction, not knowing what this 'Hunter' companion had discovered and what he was doing.

But she couldn't get away for the moment to ask.

After 'inciting' several people nearby who had been waiting for compensation for many years, everyone became more and more angry, and some had spontaneously gone to find other victims or their families, urging Jenna to lead them to block that factory owner named Edmond immediately.

Amidst the public indignation, Jenna no longer needed to do more 'incitement', as someone would help her complete this matter.

When she was crowded and rushed toward the block where old Edmond lived, Jenna suddenly had an epiphany:

To incite one person, one must talk to him, but to incite a group of people, it is not necessary to talk to everyone. As long as one can grasp the situation accurately, do the incitement of the first few people well, and pay attention to maintaining the trend, those incited people will become the 'inciter's' helpers, helping her incite more people, rolling like a snowball and getting bigger and bigger.

Lu Mian didn't follow Jenna to old Edmond's house immediately. He asked the middle-aged man a few more questions, and after confirming that no more intelligence could be squeezed out, he stood up and said to the women who had been swindled and were now watching the fun,

"You've also heard it, this guy wanted to swindle your money. Do you want to just let him go like this?"

When approaching the middle-aged man earlier, Lu Mian had quietly used 'Face of Nisse' to slightly change his appearance, so that people wouldn't connect him with the wanted criminal Lu Mian Lee.

Among those women, one was actually the middle-aged man's accomplice, responsible for cooperating with him in preaching and swindling money. In this scene, she didn't dare to say anything and cast her gaze at the people beside her.

Other women were very angry and wanted to send the swindler to the police headquarters, while some were timid, feeling that the swindler must have accomplices and might come to take revenge afterward.

Lu Mian listened quietly to them expressing their opinions, his gaze casually scanning the onlookers nearby.

Among them, three men were planning to leave quietly.

They were the swindler's accomplices, responsible for taking violent measures when necessary.

Lu Mian didn't have any hesitation and directly raised his revolver, firing three shots in a row, bang, bang, bang.

Those three swindler accomplices wailed and fell to the ground, all shot in the knee or calf, with blood flowing everywhere.

"No need to worry about them coming to take revenge." Lu Mian said to the women with a smile.

Those victims who were expressing their thoughts separately froze, just like the crowd of onlookers, as if they had turned into statues.

After a few seconds, they stammered,

"You decided..."

Lu Mian nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the trembling swindler and his injured accomplices.

"Carry them to the nearest, uh, Steam Church."

…………

At the intersection of the Observatory District and the Botanical Garden District, 5 Serre Boulevard.

A group of men and women with worn-out clothes rushed to the three-story beige building.

The two guards at the door looked at the dozens or nearly a hundred people with excited expressions, took out their legally held semi-automatic pistols, and shouted sharply,

"Stop!"

Seeing the pistols, Mrs. Morgana and others who were rushing at the front slowed down their pace involuntarily.

This was still very deterrent.

Seeing this, Jenna ran directly to the front and shouted at the two guards,

"We are here to ask for compensation, the court has already ruled!

"You two sons of bitches, if you have the guts, shoot, shoot at me!

"Are your shitty bullets enough? Can you kill all of us? If not, we can bite you to death one bite at a time!"

As she spoke, she walked toward the gate aggressively.

The palms of the two guards were covered with a layer of sweat. Their vision was blocked, and all they saw were heads, not knowing how many debt collectors had come for a while.

They weren't sure what the reaction would be if they shot directly into the crowd, only feeling that the two of them appeared so thin and lonely compared to the dark mass of debt collectors, just like broken wood facing a flood.

Jenna continued to move forward, using 'Incitement'.

"If you are killed by us, or beaten into cripples, will there be compensation?

"Look at us, our compensation has been delayed for several years. Are you sure you can get your pension from that old miser? His family might run away tomorrow!"

The guards were stunned by what they heard.

This was indeed a problem.

Moreover, they knew that the boss's family had sold most of their assets and were packing their luggage, and would leave Trier in two days to hide in the provinces for a while. Would he take two injured and disabled bodyguards? Would he take the opportunity to renege on the compensation?

The facts were right before their eyes!

While the guards hesitated, Jenna had already reached the door, and that large group of debt collectors followed closely behind.

One of the guards instinctively followed the disposal procedure, raised his right hand, and fired a shot into the sky to deter the target, while the other tried to reach out to subdue the beautiful young girl who looked like she had no fighting ability.

Jenna shrank her body and dodged, reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, and threw him to the ground with a bang, causing the gun to slide away.

Mrs. Morgana, who was deterred by the gunshot just now, picked up the semi-automatic pistol. Although she didn't know how to use it, her courage grew instantly, and she ran to the door while cursing.

The other guard hesitated for a moment, finally gave up shooting at the crowd, and was rushed into the house by them.

Old Edmond and his family, who were about to move, were immediately surrounded by Jenna and these nearly a hundred debt collectors in the living room, layer upon layer, airtight.

Old Edmond held a revolver and shouted tremblingly,

"What are you doing?"

"Here to ask for our money!" Jenna took the pistol from Mrs. Morgana and aimed it at old Edmond. "If there is no compensation, we won't be able to live anymore. Let's see who dies first today!"

Old Edmond's hand began to shake, as if he were suffering from some kind of disease.

…………

Outside a Steam Church that looked like a small factory.

Lu Mian said to the women who were carrying the swindler and his accomplices,

"Send them to the priest, let them tell the story of the money-changing magic trick and the Disease God. If they don't tell it, you tell it for them."

Those women nodded heavily and walked into the church with the baguettes and the swindler's group, blood dripping all the way.

Lu Mian put away his revolver and watched quietly at the door.

He thought happily,

"Madam Magician's suggestion is really right, venting occasionally is indeed beneficial to physical and mental health.

"Believe in anything but an evil god, and still be a swindler!"

After two minutes, Lu Mian left slowly, and the police who chased all the way were even slower than him.

…………

Lu Mian met Jenna and the joyful debt collectors outside the building at 5 Serre Boulevard.

"So fast?" He asked in surprise.

Jenna pursed her lips.

"I didn't expect it to be so fast either. I was prepared for someone to call the police and deal with the police. As a result, we surrounded old Edmond and his family, threatened them a few times, and he surrendered, starting to pay according to the list."

"MD, the cash, gold, and other valuables in his house added up to enough for our compensation, and there was even some left over. This didn't even count his unsold assets. He actually delayed for so long without paying!"

Lu Mian laughed.

"Giving always makes people's hearts ache. Hmm, some things look complicated, but as long as you really do them, you will find it easy, while some things, thought to be simple, will have twists and turns, almost costing lives."

He was speaking from experience.

Jenna knew that Lu Mian needed gold, so the compensation she took was all kinds of gold jewelry, and the pure gold price was worth 3,000 Felkin.

She said to Lu Mian,

"Here, I'll sell these to you."

Lu Mian was silent for a moment and said,

"Wait until I go to the Breeze Dance Hall to get the money."

The banknotes and silver coins on his body added up to only about six hundred Felkin.

By night, Lu Mian found that he actually had nothing to do and became very free for the time being.

He returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel leisurely, entered the basement bar, and saw Charlie holding a beer, bragging with a group of people.

Lu Mian smiled, raised his voice, and shouted,

"I'll treat everyone to a drink!"

Amidst the cheers of twenty or thirty people, Lu Mian added,

"Charlie pays!"

Charlie's expression went blank instantly.

Lu Mian laughed "hehe" and shouted again,

"If he dances a striptease, then I can help him pay!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 363 =====