Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

In a moment, because he couldn't breathe, the priest's originally rosy old face became red, swollen and purple.

He flapped and slapped Pascal wildly with both hands.

But it was of no avail, and it seemed that he would die soon.

But I was indifferent.

No wonder the bartender told me that when the traffickers came to the town, they only took Pascal away.

It turned out that it was the priest who asked the traffickers to sell Pascal to the mine.

So now that Pascal came back alive, he would have such a violent reaction when he saw the priest, but then again, the enmity between them has nothing to do with me, and I have only one purpose:
That is to find Pascal's sister and ask her for clues to the white woman.

So, at the moment when the priest was about to roll his eyes, I asked someone to pull the two of them apart, but an accident happened at this moment. The two team members were both big and thick grown men, but with the strength of the two of them, There was nothing Pascal could do about it.

Even with all his strength, he couldn't tear Pascal's hand from the priest's neck.

"Step aside!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Number Seven strode forward and prepared to do it himself, but he also underestimated Pascal's strength.

Pulling desperately, it didn't move.

Seeing this scene, my heart moved slightly: Sure enough, as a reformed person, Pascal still has abilities that are different from ordinary people, otherwise, three strong men would not be able to drag a thin miner.

The corner of No. [-]'s mouth twitched slightly, feeling a little ashamed, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, his right hand turned red in an instant, and he slapped Pascal's junior with a sudden slap.

Oh!

Like the sound of ice water pouring into a frying pan, it exploded on Paska's back.

"what!"

Baska was in pain, so he let go of his hand, and fell to the ground in unbearable pain, his whole body twitching.

Gee.

I took a deep breath and couldn't help shaking my head.

Just now, I wanted to help her stop No. [-], but it was too late when I wanted to speak.

And because of emotion and reason, Number Seven did the right thing.

If we want to find Pascal's sister, the priest is the key. If the priest belches here, then we will have to spend a lot of effort to find Pascal's sister.

"Oh my God!"

The priest coughed and screamed.

He stared at his cloudy old eyes, fixedly staring at No. [-]'s reddened right hand, and then looked at the black handprint on Pascal's back that was scorched by the scorching heat.

"monster!"

"The monster is back with the monster! Judgment Day is finally here. We are all guilty, and no one can escape!"

The priest yelled like he was going crazy, but Number Seven, with just one sentence, made the old man who had already fallen into madness shut up tightly: "If you keep making noise, I will turn your mouth into coke. "

As he spoke, Number Seven shook his right hand.

Brains are needed to solve problems, but sometimes force can convince everything.

Immediately, the priest was too frightened to speak, but at this moment, the traumatized Pascal curled up on the ground, still shouting, "I'm going to kill him! Kill him!"

Listening to the words translated by the linguist, I rubbed my temples, and temporarily asked one of the team members to gag Pascal's mouth.

I'd be more than happy to let Pascal kill the old thing if I wasn't getting into all sorts of shit, but the thing is, I can't let him do it.

I walked up to the priest with an indifferent face, and pointed at Pascal: "I heard that his sister was adopted by you, where is she?"

"she……"

The priest was dumbfounded. After hearing this, his face instantly turned pale. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

"What about her?"

No. [-] was not as good-tempered as I was. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed the priest's hair. As soon as his hands turned red, the few strands of hair on the priest's head were burned to ashes.

A burnt smell wafted among us.

"She...she's not here! She was gone a long time ago, you're in the wrong place!" The priest yelled in a panic, then hurriedly took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and swallowed two brown pills tremblingly. After taking the pills, he stroked his chest and then heaved a sigh of relief.

But before he could recover, No. [-] grabbed his head and slammed into the wooden seat next to him.

With a bang, the priest was hit to the point of bleeding.

"Still selling it?"

Looking at the priest kneeling on the ground, Number Seven sneered, "If you don't want to die, I can give you a ride."

"I said, I said!"

This time, the old guy, the priest, was honest. He covered the bleeding wound on his forehead with one hand, lowered his head, and said with trembling lips: "His sister is blind, and staying here is also a burden for us." , so as early as half a year ago, she left us and took the initiative to go to the... red light district in the town."

Red light district.

Isn't that where it's sold?
The priest's statement directly amused me. What is a red light district?That is the kiln, and to put it bluntly, it is the technical academy.

What kind of woman would take the initiative to go to such a place?
I sneered: You, an old man, are probably the same as you were back then. He took the initiative to sell Pascal's sister to that kind of place, right?

"brute."

After listening to the priest's words, even number seven, who was indifferent and short-tempered, couldn't help kicking him down.

I silently glanced at Pascal.

Fortunately, this poor guy couldn't understand what I said to the priest, otherwise, if he found out that his sister was sold to the red-light district, God knows how he would react.

Number Seven stepped forward, squatted in front of the priest, and said, "Get up and take us there."

"No!"

The priest shook his head fiercely, and said in fear: "That kind of place where filth is hidden is not suitable for me, I will pray to God for you here, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was punched by number seven again.

The right eye socket immediately turned purple, and with a scream, he stumbled to his feet and said, "I'll take you there, just follow me."

An old guy who eats hard but not soft.

Seeing the back of the priest staggering away, I waved my hand, but a group of team members and the restrained Pascal followed.

Walk out of the church into the streets of the town.

Pedestrians who came and went looked a little curious when they saw the priest who looked embarrassed and flustered.

At the beginning, when they saw us following behind the priest, some people seemed to want to stand up for the priest, but when they saw the guns in the hands of several of our team members, they shrank like eggplants beaten by frost. go back.

After several turns, the priest led us to stop in front of an alley.

"It's here..."