Chapter 122 Robbery and [Robbery]

"Boss, are we really going to do it?"

There are dark and eerie corners everywhere on Dusk Street. Street thugs and underground gangsters especially love such places.

It is hidden and private. Normal people would never even take a look at it. Even those in high positions are unwilling to come to such a corner. It is the most suitable place for people like them to conduct transactions and discussions.

A group of thugs who showed up in front of the Abonya Sanatorium last night were now discussing something that was a common occurrence for them.

"But yesterday you were still..."

"You know nothing!"

With a bang, the gangster boss punched the younger brother who was asking questions next to him.

"Do you understand what I mean by avoiding the heavy and taking the light..." The black boss's flesh was shaking, and the saliva from his mouth even splashed onto his men beside him.

A fierce light flashed in the black boss's eyes and he looked at the white paper in his hand.

It was a very ordinary envelope, but the wax mark on this ordinary envelope was particularly eye-catching.

It was a pattern that was unusual to outsiders. A person holding a white rose was standing on the shore, with rough sea water and a dog barking behind him.

"[Fool], I think that's their name. They contacted us to do business."

The gangster boss thought about the many disturbances in today's society from his intelligence network, some of which were closely related to this organization.

The price he offered was hard for him to refuse.

The gangster swallowed greedily. Although the sanatorium in Abonya was an ominous place, he would never go there under normal circumstances.

But for him, there is nothing that money can't solve, and if there is, he will just "add money".

The bargaining chip given to him by the Fool Organization was something he could not refuse.

Thirty million, and it’s Daole!
If circumstances permit, no one would be willing to survive in a place like Twilight Street. If the gangster boss and his subordinates could get this money, they would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives.

All they need to do is find some "special patients" in that place and bring them out safely.

How could this person be a patient? He was the gangster's biological father! The biological father who would allow him to enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of his life!
He has about 50 men under his command, and they are equipped with guns purchased on the black market. Facing a group of unarmed guys, could anything be easier than this?
Even if they are infected by that thing, I believe 30 million US dollars will be enough to cure their illness. It can be said to be a sure-win business.

So, the gangster decided to take action. At the same time the next day, his spies saw that Abonya had just left, so it was a good time.

A mighty force emerged from the dark corners. A group of people who usually made ordinary citizens tremble in fear, all gathered together and walked towards the sanatorium in Aponia.

"After I finish this job, I won't have to put up with this lousy place anymore."

The gangster boss personally picked up a shotgun and started to act in a swagger.

"He has not seen any force on this street that can stop them..."

The pretty boy from yesterday? The gangster had already forgotten about him.

No matter how strong a person is, can he beat a gun?
When they arrived at the location in a proud and heroic manner, an unexpected person stood in front of them.

The gangster boss frowned, looking at the tattered clothes on the person in front of him, and couldn't help but speak harshly.

"Where did you come from? Get out of the way."

The younger brothers behind him immediately saw the situation and started to push this guy aside.

"Have you never seen a gangster do something before? Give it to me...?"

It didn't move at all. The gangster felt like he had pushed a large truck that was stuck on the road. "I can't even push this guy?"

Just as the gangster was surprised, he felt a few words squeezed out of the man in front of him.

"Is this...Twilight Street?"

He has short grey hair and a mask that is different from that of an ordinary person. Although he is over 1.8 meters tall, he looks so thin that people cannot take him seriously.

The voice was so hoarse that the gangsters felt like their ears were getting calluses from listening to it.

"Damn you, skinny guy! Have you not eaten yet? You can't even push away a guy who is as skinny as a stick!"

The shouting of the guy behind him made Shouhou's face turn red, but he had clearly used all his strength and still couldn't push the guy in front of him who looked so weak.

"Then don't blame me for being heavy-handed!"

His eyes turned red, and the skinny monkey actually raised the baseball bat in his hand and smashed it heavily at the person in front of him.

"when!!!"

The metal baseball bat actually made a sound like steel colliding with the man in front of him.

But even though the skinny monkey had used all his strength and his knuckles were torn, the guy in front of him had not fallen down yet.

A pair of hands tightly grasped the neck of the person in front of him. The mask obscured his expression, but anyone present could see that he seemed to have a bad temper.

"I'll ask one last time, is this Twilight Street..."

"(Then open my throat!)"

The gangster boss behind him couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"I see, I see. Now I know why Aponya is so confident in taking care of those patients!"

"So he hired a bodyguard!"

The gangster boss couldn't help but admire his own idea. The strange guy in front of him must be the woman Abonya, the bodyguard she had found for him in advance.

"It's a pity that you ran into me. No bodyguard is of any use..."

"Young ones, come on!"

When the younger brothers behind him heard the boss's order, they also began to rush forward impatiently.

"…………"

Qianjie casually shook off the person in his hand and felt speechless. He went through so much trouble to dig open the mountain road in front of him and came to this small town. Just when he wanted to ask for directions, no one answered his question.

However, Qianjie never avoids fighting. Since they want to fight, come on!
It just so happened that he needed a fight to express his emotions, and the 50 thugs armed with knives and guns in front of him were just his appetizer.

A black shadow rushed into the crowd, like a wolf into a flock of sheep. There was no time to see the movement clearly. One could only see the figure flying up and down. The gangsters under the black boss rushed into the sky like falling dumplings, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Shoot, shoot!"

"Can you aim a little better? You hit my leg!"

"I'm really impressed by this old man!"

The scene suddenly fell into chaos, and Qianjie, who arrived here at the right time, was also drawn into this stage of fate.

(End of this chapter)