"Xiaoliu..." Xu Xiaoyou quietly mouthed the name, adopting a thoughtful pose.
From the beginning, Xiaoliu felt there was something off about this blonde girl. It seemed like he hadn't seen her at the steel mill before. Earlier events had momentarily pushed those thoughts aside, but now with more free time, he carefully scrutinized Xu Xiaoyou, feeling increasingly unfamiliar with her.
"I can keep watch here. There's no one watching there, go stand guard over there," Xu Xiaoyou naturally instructed Xiaoliu.
Xiaoliu uttered an "oh," shook his head to dismiss the multitude of thoughts, lifted his gun by the shoulder strap, and walked in the direction Xu Xiaoyou indicated.
After sending Xiaoliu away, Xu Xiaoyou shifted her focus to the inside of the door. With a point of light from the [Super State Perception], her eyes shone brightly, making the thick iron door transparent. She could see the scene inside the room clearly, and various tiny sounds also entered her ears distinctly.
A basin of cold water was splashed onto the unconscious Heidelberg's face, waking him up to a state of shock as he looked around. His gaze finally fell on a scarred face partly hidden in darkness. Just as Heidelberg was about to react, the man sneered through his nose and pressed a gun barrel against Heidelberg's forehead, forcibly pushing back the words he wanted to say.
Pale light poured down from the blue-black ceiling. Heidelberg saw another silhouette in the darkness, with a tiger's back, a bee's waist, and mantis-like legs, standing nearly three meters tall, the upper body also hidden in darkness, exuding an intimidating presence.
"Are you... Roman?"
Heidelberg suppressed his inner anger and fear, trying hard to keep his voice calm.
The scarred face laughed, bending down, as the gun's iron-black muzzle tapped Heidelberg's face, "Can't even look at your own level, yet you wish to see our boss?"
Upon realizing the figure standing in the dark wasn't the mastermind Roman behind Octagonal Spider, Heidelberg immediately chose to remain silent, raising his head in a manner of accepting whatever fate was to come.
Meanwhile, in the ventilation duct above the room, members of the Dark Night Walkers Team squeezed into the single-person-width duct, peering through the slats of the vent to observe the scene below. Vertical bars of light formed a pattern on Mori's face while Sparrow beneath her complained, "Hey, Rice Wine, you're crushing me."
"I know, I know. Can't you move a little?" Mori whispered. Her almost 1.7-meter tall frame was confined in the ventilation duct, having to lie flat to support her body. Her long legs had nowhere to go, slightly bent to avoid pressing against Sparrow's abdomen below, using her knee to brace in the gap between Sparrow's legs, preventing herself from falling on Sparrow.
Sparrow was helpless, however, Mori's underdeveloped figure provided a little cramped room for Sparrow to move her body. As she pushed against the duct, her right palm suddenly lost its hold, falling heavily downward.
A dull thud echoed from the ventilation duct, reverberating above the room. The scarred face's confusion flashed briefly, quickly aiming his gun upward, "Someone's hiding up there!?"
Inside the ventilation duct, everyone cast pleading glances at Night Owl, who had just emerged from the front corner of the duct. He resignedly rubbed his forehead, took off his mask, pressed his hands to his mouth, making a 'squeaking' sound, and mimicked the movement of a creature with four claws running in the duct.
"Is it a rat..."
The scarred face shook his head, relaxing his guard. Seeing Heidelberg still with a defiant demeanor, he cruelly smiled, and his knuckles cracked loudly. Just as he maliciously approached Heidelberg, the tall figure in the shadows, who had remained silent, suddenly exhaled heavily.
"Brother Long." The scarred face's expression changed.
"Leave it to me."
The tall figure known as Brother Long stepped out, and the moment he sat in front of Heidelberg, a powerful aura oppressed Heidelberg, making him struggle to breathe.
As if seated before him was not a human, but a prehistoric beast.
The chair under the man's sturdy body deformed into a small stool, a liter-sized water bottle like infant oral liquid, the explosive muscles resembling volcanoes about to erupt at any moment, thick black eyebrows twisted into steel cables, imposing without anger.
"Selling this new Moon Sugar on our turf, are you looking to die?"
"Or do you just not understand the rules of the underworld, blindly wading into this mire?"
Brother Long pointed at Heidelberg, as if thousands of troops behind him aimed their weapons at the man.
Heidelberg's spine was almost crushed by the man's aura. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to speak, "I want to see Roman!"
Repeating the previous words again.
"You killed my student, this matter can't be ended easily! I won't let you off lightly..." Heidelberg's gums nearly bled, "Only Roman is qualified to stand equal with me. I want him to personally apologize to me!"
"You can't understand human language?" The scarred face lost his composure, moving forward intending to teach Heidelberg a lesson, but Brother Long punched him into the wall.
Heidelberg was shocked. He hadn't even seen how the man struck, and in an instant, the scarred face was like a cannonball embedded into the wall. An indescribable panic emerged in his mind, and his expression began to waver.
Brother Long sat in front of Heidelberg, flicking lightly, snapping the bones of Heidelberg's index finger, letting it hang limp to the side.
"You have three chances to answer, think carefully before you respond," Brother Long spoke coldly, "Why sell Moon Sugar on our turf?"
"You bastards... ugh!" Heidelberg had three more fingers broken, "You broke the deal, it was you who approached me for collaboration, you tricked me!"
"And yet, scoundrels like you indulge in heinous acts, trafficking people, robbery, murder, smuggling arms. Why would Moon Sugar matter to you? Your notorious deeds are known throughout Dragonfly Town!!" Heidelberg roared.
"It is your obstinacy that led to your student's death, and now your stubbornness and ignorance will doom yourself," Brother Long said calmly.
He grasped the man's wrist, twisting it lightly, dislocating Heidelberg's entire arm, causing violent pain that made his whole body convulse, masked features filled with venom and distortion.
"It was you scoundrels who killed my daughter. I'm going to kill you all for revenge, kill all of you, ahhh!"
"I said, you only have three opportunities to answer questions." Brother Long was about to make his next move when irregular red light appeared through the curtain by his ear. He nodded thoughtfully, releasing the struggling Heidelberg.
"Our boss said if you're willing to hand over the new Moon Sugar formula, you can leave today. We'll find a way to deal with your daughter's matter."
Heidelberg seemed to have heard the funniest words in the world, his expression behind the mask twisted in madness, "Deal with it, what a joke hahaha..."
"Qing Cai is already dead, already dead..."
"No matter how you deal with it, can she live again? Will she call me father again? Can she happily circle around me like before?"
"I don't want it dealt with..."
As if he had lost all hope, his masked face was soaked in tears, lowering deeply, whispering incoherently to himself.
Brother Long frowned, leaning his head closer to the man to hear what he was muttering. To his surprise, the man suddenly raised his head, an angry, devil-like shout exploding in his ears.
"I want all of you to pay with your lives, you bastards owe her a debt of blood!"
The man broke free from Brother Long's surprised grip, pulling out a small white powder packet from his clothing, smashing it to the ground. It wasn't Moon Sugar but meticulously formulated mercury fulminate, exploding at a speed of 5400m/s.
"I came to send you to meet God, you Devils!"
The man roared in the blazing white light and fiery hell.
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