Marvel's Psyker

164 Chapter 163
"It seems that there is no need. Then, sir, let me ask again, do you want to correct the ambiguity of your sentence just now?"

Bud said weakly: "I know what you want to say, but I really have no money! The 20 on Abel's body is already my entire net worth, and he even cheated me of that money! I'm out of money!"

"Really? But in this case, your nephew will be poured into a concrete column and thrown to the bottom of the sea."

"I heard your conversation just now. Are you left alone by his mother? Then you won't let his mother down? Sir, as Abel's uncle, is it really okay? Are you sure?"

The bar owner's frivolous words were like countless sharp knives, which were precisely inserted into Bud's heart, and they were still inserted into the most deadly weakness.

Bud felt that he was being manipulated by the other party, and his rationality told him not to be led by the nose by others, but this dialogue as if being played by others still made him feel angry.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence word by word:
"You're such a—bastard!"

Hearing Bud's curse words, the bar owner let out a wanton laugh.

"For a bastard, what else can I say, thank you for the compliment? Hahahaha!"

"Okay! Sir, I have seen through you! I think you have realized your current situation yourself? Then tell me, what is your answer?"

By this time, Bud's emotions had begun to collapse, and he felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"I...I will never..."

Just when Bud was about to say the answer tremblingly, Lynch, who had been sitting on the side like a statue, made a sudden move and grabbed Bud's wrist.

Bud was taken aback, and the phone was almost out of his hands.

Bud didn't speak, and cast a questioning look at Lynch.Lynch pointed to the phone, and gestured and looked at Bud to accept the other party's request.

After reading what Lynch meant, Bud opened his mouth wide with a surprised expression on his face.He covered the phone with his hand, leaned forward, and asked in an extremely weak voice: "Are you sure?"

Lynch looked calm and nodded heavily.

"Hello? Is anyone there? By the way, sir, are you still there? Are you really going to leave your nephew alone?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, Bud put the phone back to his ear.

"I can agree to your request."

"My God! This is the correct answer!" Hearing Bud agreed to their request, the other party cheered excitedly on the phone.

"But I ask you not to hurt Abel again, absolutely!"

"Of course! Of course you can! As long as you promise to give the money, everything is easy to talk about! Haha~"

"That...Picole! Are you there?"

"I'm here, boss."

"Go get the medicine box and bandage our Mr. Abel. Also, go to the refrigerator in the back kitchen to get some ice cubes, and put Mr. Abel's finger on ice so that he can go to the hospital to pick it up."

"Yes!"

After confirming that he could receive the money, the other party's frivolous voice turned into a strong enthusiasm and loyalty, just like the owner of an ordinary supermarket on the corner when facing customers.

"Look! Sir, I've shown my sincerity, now it's your turn."

Bud snorted angrily, "$30, right? Don't worry, I won't lose a penny."

"Pretty!"

Bud's words obviously made the other party excited, "You are such a generous uncle! It's really a blessing to be your nephew. If I had an uncle like you in my childhood, I might be admitted to a prestigious university and graduate. Then become a doctor or a lawyer!"

"It's a pity that there is no if in reality, is it?"

"makes sense!"

The other party sighed with emotion, and suddenly changed the subject, "I have already said the good words! Next is the ugly words."

"Although I know this is disgusting, I still have to say in advance not to call the police! Otherwise, I will kill your nephew as soon as I see the police!"

"Don't worry, I know the severity."

"That's the best!"

The other party snorted sullenly, and his tone became the enthusiasm of the supermarket owner again.

"When will you come? After all, I'm also thinking about you. The sooner you come to pick up your nephew, the more likely you are to pick up his finger. What do you think?"

"That's right, but I need some time. This is too much money. I have to find a friend to borrow it. Of course, don't worry, I will definitely be able to borrow it."

When Bud spoke, he glanced at Lynch subconsciously, and he was relieved when he saw that Lynch was fine.

Because there were hostages in his hands, the other party didn't doubt much, "Well, understand, understand, 30 US dollars is indeed not a small sum."

"Sir, then I will wait for the good news!"

Bud snorted coldly, hung up the phone with a dark face.

Bud looked up at Lynch with unstoppable worry on his face.

"Lynch, what did you mean just now?"

"It's nothing interesting, I just feel that the money cannot be given to them. People like them have no bottom line at all. If you give them money honestly, it will only make them feel that you are a bully, and then continue to blackmail you with peace of mind."

"Of course I know this too! But...but what can I do?"

Bud buried his face, his eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, and he bowed unconsciously, like a lifeless little old man.

"You don't, I do!"

"Didn't they explicitly ask us to come to the door in person? Then we will go!"

Bud looked up at Lynch in surprise, Lynch said with a stern expression and a cold tone:

"I'd like to see if that bastard can maintain that annoying tone when I break his bones!"

After the words fell, Lynch placed the cup in his hand heavily on the table, making a loud noise.

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Late at night, the Ring Bar located deep in a certain nameless alley.

Under Bud's leadership, Lynch stood in the alley, looking up at the neon sign not far away that was flickering with restless light.

"Bud, you just stay outside." Lynch said out loud.

"What? Are you alone?"

Bud was startled and shook his head, "No! This is too dangerous, there are many people on the other side! And what if the other party has a gun in his hand? They are gang members, it is very possible!"

"Hmph, it makes no difference to me!"

Lynch waved his hand, "Okay, I think I'm still a little skilled. If you go in together, I'll have to spare some energy to look after you."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure! Don't worry, I will try my best to keep your nephew safe."

Considering that I have no problem cooking with my old bones, but fighting may really be just a level of being knocked down by a punch, and I may experience emotional abnormalities when facing my nephew.Bud thought for a while, and finally decided to follow the advice of the young man in front of him, even though the advice seemed unreliable.

"Then please, Lynch."

"Ah."

Lynch nodded and walked forward.

(End of this chapter)