Chapter 24: Matt: Nowadays, Even the Dead Can Rob?

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Inside the luxurious villa manor, Flint Malco pushed the door open and walked in. "Boss, they've already left. I don't think the Black Hand organization is interested in the territory. There's no need to be so wary of them."

"Innocent," Hammerhead sneered, looking down at the Golden Rooster King's treasure on the table. "Although I don't know who that Saint is, but since Moria is so afraid of him, he is definitely not a simple person."

That's true. Hammerhead had specifically found out before that Valon and his partner both belonged to the "Natural Returners" organization. Behind Valon, there is a being called the Holy Lord, whose origin is quite mysterious, and even Moria is quite afraid of the Holy Lord. Moria also told him about the big event that the Black Hand Organization was about to plan.

"The Black Hand of Valon, they are really crazy for wanting to kidnap the famous playboy this time," Hammerhead spoke in a cold voice as he picked up the jewels from the golden chalice and let the glittering treasures flow down his fingers.

"Ha?" Flint was shocked. "Have they lost their minds? If that person is kidnapped, I'm afraid the entire underground forces in New York City will be purged."

"If that's the case, then why did you cooperate with them just now, Boss? You might get implicated later."

"Haha, it's hard to refuse." Hammerhead raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a hint of a sneer. "Ever since the Black Hand organization caused a few kidnappings, that old man George has gone crazy. The whole of New York has been turned upside down, and they are looking for Wallon from the Black Hand organization everywhere."

"Send someone to deliver a letter to Chief George, and then send someone to deliver a letter to Kingpin. Kingpin set the rules of Hell's Kitchen, and now the Black Hand has overstepped their bounds, so it's time for the emperor to do the job."

"But..." Flint looked a little worried, "Lord Moria who is cooperating with you and Valon are from the same organization. Would it be a bad idea for us to do this?"

"Not good at all." Hammerhead kicked Flint in the abdomen, knocking him over, and he only stopped when he hit the bookshelf. "King Bing and I are both from Hell's Kitchen. Do you think he'll be nicer to me? Don't use your brain when you speak and stop saying stupid things."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hammerhead's expression suddenly changed. Poof! Blood spurted out of his mouth and his pupils widened. "I've been fooled. The wine is poisonous!"

After the gastric lavage, Valon's expression relaxed a lot. He sat up from the operating table, tapped his knees, and smiled slightly. "Afen, contact 'Typhoid Mary' and ask her to prepare the people. We need to hurry up and arrange this. The longer we delay, the more trouble we will have. We need to make a quick decision."

"Boss, there is a poison of Saint Lord quality in the red wine. Will it kill Hammerhead directly?" Zhou frowned, looking a little worried. "Moria behind Hammerhead is not someone you can easily deal with. If we really poison Hammerhead to death, they will definitely not let it go."

"What are you afraid of?" Valon raised his eyebrows, picked up the Vanity Fair magazine on the cabinet beside him, and looked at the Playboy on the cover, his eyes shining as if he had seen a gold nugget. "Even if the sky falls, the Holy Lord will hold it up. What does it have to do with us?"

"Our goal is not to gain territory. Money is my biggest interest, but... I'm just more interested in earning Ruby now. If this vote is successful, we will have both the money and the Ruby. It's like killing two birds with one stone. Why not do it?"

"Besides, that little bit of poison can't kill Hammerhead. Just make him feel uncomfortable and keep quiet for a while. I'm just trying to keep Hammerhead away from causing trouble for us."

"Oh, I really don't know what the Holy Lord is thinking. We obviously have a lot of [Ruby] now, which is enough to exchange for a talisman, but he insists on saving it. If we had a horse talisman, we would have poisoned the wine and killed that hammerhead." Ah Fen complained, obviously unhappy with some of the Holy Lord's decisions.

"Oh," Valon laughed sarcastically. "I didn't expect that after this recurrence, the Holy Lord would become more and more timid. He didn't dare touch the things in the exchange shop. He was afraid that the old man with a limp or that damned archaeologist would come to this world. He didn't want to be sealed again. He had had enough of that feeling. So the Holy Lord will not do anything until he is absolutely sure."

The moon was high in the sky. In the dark and narrow alley, Kikyo frowned as she looked at the corpses of the living dead lying on the ground in front of her. A trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes. This was the third time they had failed to achieve anything tonight.

"Who did this?" Matt was very confused. The zombies here had been cleared out in advance again. Not a single survivor was left. There was only a pile of broken yellow paper with strange symbols drawn on it.

"Have no idea," Kikyo shook her head, closed her eyes and felt it carefully for a moment before slowly speaking. "I can feel that there is some residual power of magic here, but it is not spiritual power."

"That..." Matt opened his mouth to say something when he heard a cry for help from three blocks away. "Help! Robbery, the monster is robbing!"

"Wait here for two minutes, I'll be right back." Matt's face changed. He only had time to turn around and give Kikyo a few words of advice before he immediately swung away with the rope.

Hmm? Kikyo had a puzzled look on her face, but she soon realized the direction Matt was heading. Her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned as a mixture of resentment and death. Several dead soul worms lifted Kikyo up side by side and quickly chased after Matt.

A robbery was taking place in front of the jewelry store three blocks away. "This is..." Matt stopped and looked at the robber not far away. In Matt's subtle perception, his whole body was covered with black lines, and he looked like a sewn broken doll.

"The living dead." At this moment, Kikyo came to Matt and answered. At the same time, she raised the longbow in her hand and was about to purify the zombies in front of her with the magic-breaking arrow, but Matt suddenly stopped her.

Facing Kikyo's puzzled eyes, Matt explained seriously. "I want to catch him alive and see if I can find out anything." This was what he had originally planned to do tonight. All the zombies he met before were killed, and now he finally met a living one. Naturally, Matt would not miss this good opportunity.

"Good," Kikyo put down the longbow with understanding. Matt swung the short stick in his hand, and the hook at the front end of the cable directly locked the body of the zombie. However, the moment the hook hooked, Matt noticed something strange. The touch is not right, just like rotten meat that has been left for a long time and has lost its elasticity. This is why the claws become embedded in the flesh.

Strange, are dead people robbing people these days? This is not normal.

"It is not the body that drives him to rob, but the soul that is forced into the body," Kikyo noticed Matt's confusion and explained at this time.

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