Chapter 128: Meeting Tonight

Chapter 128: Meeting Tonight

Krookodile bit down on Honedge, wrestling with it, the veins on its neck bulging from the strain.

However, its master, Enzo, remained completely unaware, still looking calm and unperturbed, exuding an air of composure.

He even opened his mouth to mock Arthur, "Ha! Stinky kid, didn't expect this, did you? We all knew about Grey Ghost's poacher group being arrested this morning. Who do you think you're impersonating here, huh?"

Grey Ghost was the underworld nickname of the poacher group leader Arthur had interrogated.

Hearing the other party's words, Arthur was slightly astonished.

He hadn't expected that David and his team had only thrown the people into the detention center that morning, yet by the afternoon, the local gang here had already received the news.

He had originally planned to impersonate one of Grey Ghost's underlings to make a trade.

And this plan was seen through instantly?

However, he immediately thought quickly on his feet and soon came up with a countermeasure.

As the saying goes, life is like a play; it all depends on acting.

The next moment, Arthur kicked Krookodile in the stomach, sending it kneeling to the ground, unable to rise. He dashed forward a few steps, rushing to Enzo's front, grabbed him, and slammed him down onto the table before him, the blade in his hand pressing against Enzo's face as it pierced straight into the tabletop.

"That's right, my big bro Grey Ghost and his group got arrested. Now all the brothers are in the clink, all waiting for me to sell off this batch of goods and get the money to bribe officials at all levels to rescue them."

"What do you think? If I can't get this money, and all the brothers inside are sentenced to death, with nothing left to lose, will I come back and kill your whole family? What do you think, huh?"

Arthur pushed the sword blade straight to its deepest point; the sword guard was almost pressing against the table's surface.

He pressed down on the hilt, leaned over, and whispered in Enzo's ear, his threatening tone steady and low, yet permeated with a hysterical madness, as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff.

In reality, Arthur knew those poachers couldn't receive the death penalty; they weren't worthy of it.

If it were truly a matter of life and death, forcing Jin to admit to being the leader back then wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

But his gamble was precisely that these gang members didn't know this.

Those who mix in the underworld—who among them doesn't brag and bullshit on a daily basis? Before being caught, whose mouth doesn't claim a hundred and eighty lives? Until the sentencing, who the hell knows what's real or fake...

Enzo, pressed onto the table, was momentarily stunned as well.

Even those in organized crime are afraid of desperate people who don't value their own lives.

Added to that, Arthur's sudden success had caught him completely off guard. Hiding behind Krookodile just a second before, he had been smugly thinking he had caught an easy, rich target.

The next second, he was being pressed onto the table board like a salted fish.

My Krookodile? Where's my big Krookodile? How can it not even block one person?

He suspected Krookodile was acting against him, but he had no proof...

At this moment, Krookodile, clutching its stomach and kneeling on the ground, also had unspoken suffering.

If I said it, I'm afraid Master wouldn't believe me, but at this moment, I truly feel I can't beat that human...

To this, Arthur could only say—

Be confident. You can remove the 'feel'.

Arthur raised his head and scanned the room once, scaring all the ruffians in the room into uniformly taking a step back.

As if he had used the "Scary Face" skill, the effect was outstanding!

Then, he continued to lower his head, looking at Enzo.

"This pair of eyeballs of mine, can you offer thirty thousand?"

"No... cannot. This truly cannot be done. I'm speaking the truth."

"Then can you contact the Stitched Shadow Army? Just like Grey Ghost boss used to do every time—you guys act as the bridge, let the Stitched Shadow Army side make an offer. Their offers are generally quite high, right?"

"Yes! Right! They offer high! Brother, rest assured, we'll build the bridge! Build! We can definitely build it!"

After the sword blade descended pressing against his face, this minor gang boss instantly became much more agreeable; even his facial expression turned kind and benevolent.

So, Arthur finally stood up and released him.

"Relax. If the business truly succeeds, I won't shortchange you guys on the introduction fee."

"But if I can't get this money before the court trial, and the brothers inside are all executed by firing squad, then I will definitely drag some people down to accompany them! I mean what I say!"

Enzo busily nodded his head repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, okay! No problem! Your brothers definitely won't be sentenced to death. Relax, brother, calm down! Calm down!"

Poor Enzo, having mixed in the underworld for so many years, this was still the first time he had ever coaxed someone so carefully.

"Then when can I get in touch with the Stitched Shadow Army for a trade?"

"Tonight! Just tonight!"

"You're not fooling me?"

"Of course! Our gang originally had a meeting arranged with them tonight to discuss business. Your batch of goods can conveniently be taken over for trade together. It's a small matter, all a small matter!"

"Good. Then I'll come find you again tonight."

After agreeing on the meeting time for the evening, Arthur then left, satisfied.

Indeed, this method of communication is still more suitable for him.

Isn't it? The efficiency immediately went up.

...

At the same time, Kevin, unable to find anyone else on the streets to practice sparring with, also had no choice but to go home alone.

Upon arriving home, there was another circle of people in his house having a meeting.

His father, in high spirits, was at the table making heroic pronouncements and grand speeches, talking at length about how to expand their territory in the future, and then going to collect protection fees from those few households. His mother, meanwhile, was carefully and cautiously serving dishes and pouring water at the side, as humble as a maid.

This scene made Kevin feel a burst of unspeakable irritation.

Annoyingly, he couldn't walk away, nor could he escape.

Because this was precisely his own home...

His bald, flower-armed bastard of a father was precisely the current boss of the Yharnam Gang.

Seeing him try to sneak upstairs the moment he returned, the man yelled loudly, "Kevin, where did you go today? Damn it! I told you to follow your Second Uncle to train your body, but you refuse to listen, spending every day researching that darn Pokémon competition of yours. What damn use is it?! When it's time for slashing people on the streets, who's going to talk to you about so many rules and tactics?! It's a dogshit thing, what use is it?!"

He had heard such words since childhood; he was clearly already almost numb to them.

Yes, ah. In the slums, even a little child knows that if you can't win, you let Pikachu commit a foul and run away. Practicing rule-based competition in such a place is perhaps indeed a delusion so naive it's foolish.

But perhaps because today he had finally found an opponent willing to obey the rules and battle him, it allowed Kevin, after a long absence, to once again firm up his dream.

He rarely refuted his father.

"That thing is useful. That thing... Pokémon competition. If I can make it to the professional level, I can also earn money."

The adults at the dinner table roared with laughter.

The Second Uncle, who had been arranged by his father to originally teach him how to fight, scoffed and threw a handgun onto the table, then tossed out a can of those small pills that everyone in the Hypnosis Den ate.

"It can earn money? Can it earn more than these?"

Kevin clenched his fists, remaining silent.

He didn't want to be like that; he knew those things were harming people.

In the slums' Hypnosis Den, many people, precisely because they ate that kind of pill, thenceforth began to live in a dazed stupor, spending every day soaked in dim, stuffy little rooms filled with the fragrance of Sleep Powder, finally becoming neither human nor ghost.

In this world, there is nothing that can truly help people escape reality.

If there is, it will definitely only make people pay an even bigger price...

Kevin didn't want to spend his entire life slashing people in narrow, dark alleys, collecting protection fees, and selling drugs to harm others. He wanted to take Honchkrow to a brighter, more spacious stage, to win cheers, not curses.

Unfortunately, his father and elders didn't think so.

They only felt he was a coward.

His father looked at his stubborn face and slammed the table in frustration.

"Damn it! Sometimes I really doubt if you're even my seed! That Honchkrow you're raising is actually pretty good, but damn it, you don't even dare to go out and collect protection fees! Numb nuts! Truly a useless piece of trash!"

Kevin still stood there, saying nothing.

"Alright, stop standing here being an eyesore. Go upstairs and pack up. You're going out with me tonight!"

"Go where?" Kevin finally opened his mouth and asked.

"To discuss a business deal. You're coming too!"

"Learn properly from me. This big gang I've built up with my labor—if I don't leave it to you in the future, am I supposed to leave it to an outsider?"

He had always thought he was leaving his son the most glorious legacy, yet he had never remembered to ask his son whether he actually wanted it or not...

(End of Chapter)

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