Chapter 273: Tough Guy [666+12]

The bitter liquor slid down his throat... leaving a warm sensation.

Hehehe.

The mental state of Blue Eyes was a bit strange; the alcohol accelerated his blood flow, and the effects of the painkillers, under the influence of the alcohol, seemed to be magnified.

If anyone from a medical group knew how they were using painkillers, they might praise them as pharmaceutical geniuses!

This was fucking murder!

But for the people of the Venom Gang, as long as they could earn more money, they didn't care!

Compared to the lively bars of other gangs, the Venom Gang's bar appeared quieter; everyone was silently finding a place to sit, then starting to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

Even without sofas or chairs, they would lean against the walls to sit, because after drinking too much, their legs would shake and they couldn't stand steadily.

Two drinks down, Blue Eyes finally felt completely comfortable; he even had a bit of an urge to pee, but he didn't care—he was very happy right now.

He stood up unsteadily, staggered, and almost fell, but he grabbed the sofa just in time. After letting out a silly laugh that carried no clear meaning, he moved his feet and walked toward the outside of the bar.

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He had to go back tonight; Wolf had been very cautious lately and was also a bit impatient with him, perhaps because he felt Blue Eyes had fired at Lanse and his people without authorization.

However, he felt Wolf was still too timid; they would run into each other sooner or later anyway, so they might as well clash now. Who would win and who would lose hadn't been decided yet, and the final result was still unknown!

Thinking about these things, he stumbled out of the bar. The dark night did not make him afraid; on the contrary, he enjoyed the feeling of being bathed in the night.

The pitch-black sky seemed like a layer of protective camouflage shielding him. He lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes slightly, and as the gentle wind blew over, he took a deep breath. This comfortable feeling made him almost want to moan.

The moment he was about to walk out of the alley, someone suddenly blocked the exit. He froze for a moment and subconsciously turned around, but was immediately kicked into the air by a foot and fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to draw his gun, Haila Mu pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into his wrist in one motion, then twisted it hard.

He actually didn't scream; instead, he stared with wide eyes at Haila Mu in the darkness. At this moment, he also discovered who this person was.

The painkillers and alcohol were still numbing his nerves, making him unable to feel pain; instead, because of this, he felt he was invincible right now!

He was using his pierced wrist to struggle against the dagger in Haila Mu's hand. It was the first time Haila Mu had seen such a tough guy; his eyeballs were about to pop out!

"This fucker is a tough guy!" He continued to exert force. Everyone around could feel a wave of tooth-aching sensation; the sound of the blade rubbing against the wrist bone made people feel uncomfortable.

But Blue Eyes acted as if he hadn't noticed, instead continuing to push back.

He didn't dodge, nor did he flee; it seemed he was determined to lock horns with Haila Mu today.

Lanse discovered his abnormality. "Tie him up first. His condition is a bit strange right now. Take him back first."

Haila Mu pulled the pistol from his chest with one hand and threw it to the person behind him, then several people flipped him over and tied him up.

In fact, he had no ability to resist; the alcohol and painkillers were exerting their maximum effect. He couldn't feel pain, but that didn't mean he had the ability to resist.

Soon, Blue Eyes was sent into a car. Although the people of the Venom Gang also discovered what happened at the entrance, they just watched from the side and had no intention of intervening.

Ten minutes later, Blue Eyes was thrown onto a chair in the garage.

The painkiller content in the liquor wasn't much. After he was tied up and splashed with cold water a few times, he gradually sobered up.

The person responsible for guarding him hurriedly went to call Lanse and the others, and then a large group of people arrived in the garage.

Just now they had been discussing that Blue Eyes' condition didn't look like he was just drunk, but rather that he was in a strange state.

They weren't sure what this situation was and could only guess randomly, but as they guessed, the topic drifted.

Haila Mu talked about Patricia, and others were also full of curiosity about this girl. After all, in a sense, once Lanse married Patricia, Patricia would be the "Matriarch."

They were very curious about what kind of girl could win Lanse's heart. One had to know that besides the two girls here, many other girls didn't spare their own bodies, wanting to sleep with him.

But they had never heard of Lanse sleeping with anyone; he kept himself as clean as an ascetic monk!

If it weren't for the fact that he had no interest in his brothers' asses, people might have suspected that he also had problems.

While everyone was chatting and laughing, Allen ran over and told them the person had woken up.

A group of people arrived in the garage, where a tarp had already been laid on the floor.

When Lanse's group entered, he only hazily remembered what had happened a few days ago.

He began to struggle violently, but the pain in his wrists and the ropes tightly binding him meant all his struggles were in vain.

His gaze first glared at Haila Mu, then shifted to Lao En, who had a bandage on his arm, and finally to Lanse.

He didn't speak, just watched quietly. It was clear this was indeed a tough guy; at least the wound on his wrist hadn't made him scream.

"I don't like your eyes." Lanse looked at Lao En. "It's yours."

Lao En's right hand was still normal. He walked to the wall, took down a slightly paint-chipped sailing team baseball bat, and weighed it in his hand.

"Do you want to ask anything?"

Lao En asked Lanse. Lanse thought for a while. "Ask him what's going on with that state he was in before."

Subsequently, the group left the garage. In the garage, the sound of the baseball bat colliding with a body immediately rang out. Except for the occasional scream from Blue Eyes, most of the time he was enduring it.

One could even hear the low growls he made before being hit, every time, to welcome the pain and fear caused by the impact!

But no matter how tough one is, a human is not metal after all. In front of a baseball bat, all beings are equal.

Whether it's an elephant or a human, it's impossible to be tougher than a metal baseball bat!

Ten minutes later, Lao En shook the blood off the bat and walked out of the garage. "He said the Venom liquor is like that once you drink it."

Lanse nodded. "Tell the brothers not to drink it, and the laborers too; this liquor has problems."

Then he asked, "What about the person?"

"Still has a breath." Lao En had vented to his heart's content. Lanse took the people back into the garage.

Blue Eyes, with his head hanging low, was on his last breath. He found it very difficult to lift his head and could only see some people walking up to him.

He used his last bit of strength to spit the bloody saliva from his mouth onto Lanse's shoes.

Lanse looked at his leather shoes and laughed twice. "You are a respectable opponent, sir."

"But it's a pity, I can't give you a decent ending. If there's a chance, I will make it decent for you."

"As a reward for being a tough guy, I can help you pass on a message to your boss, Boss, or someone you care about, and I can even help you give them a sum of money."

Blue Eyes slowly lifted his head. He looked at Lanse; Lanse's expression was very serious. He seemed to be judging whether he was telling the truth or lying.

After a long while, his head hung low again. "Help me give my son a message: don't fucking walk this path."

"I have an account, hidden on the back panel of the large wardrobe. The password is his birthday..."

After a pause, he said softly, "Give me a quick end; I'm in too much pain!"

Lanse pulled back his coat, drew a dagger, and stabbed it into his heart. This was the fastest way.

After more than ten minutes, he stopped "ticking." Lanse had someone untie him from the chair. Allen was trembling a bit, but he was still bracing himself.

Lanse patted him on the shoulder, which startled him, and he almost jumped up!

After seeing it was Lanse, he suppressed his discomfort. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you!"

Lanse waved his hand. "If you want to vomit, go outside and vomit; no one will laugh at you."

It would have been fine if Lanse hadn't said that, but once he did, the others couldn't help but burst into laughter, which made Allen's face flush red.

On the contrary, the urge to vomit lessened a bit. He seemed very angry. "I won't vomit, and I won't let you make a joke out of me!"

They laughed even more heartily. He subconsciously glanced at the pale Blue Eyes, then looked at these well-dressed people laughing loudly, stepping on the wet tarp. Suddenly, all of this formed a scene with huge impact, causing his worldview to begin to change drastically!

In the end, Allen didn't vomit. Someone told him that, in fact, quite a few people here had vomited the first time they did this kind of thing.

This made Allen chase after Lanse to ask if he had vomited the first time he killed someone. They recalled the first killing that day as if they were reminiscing.

"I don't know if that was his first time doing this kind of thing, but the way he was so skilled didn't look like a first time at all. He was very calm, without the slightest fear or discomfort."

"Since he was like that, we could only endure it; otherwise, we'd just let him make a joke out of us!"

After hearing this, Allen's admiration for Lanse went up another level. This was the real tough guy!

The blood remaining on the tarp was washed into the sewer, but Blue Eyes was still useful.

Bill thought that after apologizing, it would be fine. Lanse would let him know that just apologizing was not enough!

After ten o'clock at night, several cars brought Blue Eyes to the outside of the Red Dog Gang's headquarters. They found a remote corner, threw the corpse inside the wall, and then Allen was directed to a public phone booth to make a call to the Wolf Gang.

He covered the receiver with a handkerchief and glanced at the group of people standing outside the phone booth, thinking these people were really fucking idle!

After the call was connected, he coughed. "You have a guy named Blue Eyes there, right?"

"He's already dead, right here (Red Dog Gang headquarters). Bill told me to tell you, if you don't get out of the Port District, the next one will be you!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a click...