Empire of Shadows

Chapter 138: May God Bless You [Reward 333+1]

“Want to go take a look together?”

Raun knocked on the window outside the office. When Lance looked at him, he pointed towards the back door and walked away.

This meant the person had been caught.

So Lance politely inquired.

Alberto shook his head, then stood up, walked to the door, and took his hat off the rack. “No, thank you. This is your business, I won’t participate.”

“But if you need help, give me a call!”

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After the two hugged, Alberto said goodbye and left.

He sat in the office and lit a cigarette. After finishing it, he walked behind the desk and opened one of the drawers. Inside was a dagger, a gun, and two magazines.

He took off his coat, put on the suspender-style holster, then put his clothes back on, and turned around twice in front of the mirror.

It was almost invisible. Only then did he take his hat and leave.

Sometimes a little earlier or a little later can bring different changes and represent different qualities. This is especially important for those in power!

“When people are waiting for you, your status and authority in their eyes will become higher and higher.”

“But don't arrive too early with too much enthusiasm, it will make them think they are more important than you in this matter!”

Better to have people wait for you than to wait for people.

He pushed open the back door and came to the backyard. Raun was standing at the garage door. When he saw Lance, he turned and went inside.

Lance walked into the garage and saw the unlucky guy who had been caught.

Even if the other party didn't speak, he could smell the gang stench on this idiot from a distance.

He walked to the middle of the garage. Hiram dragged a folding chair over, unfolded it, and let Lance sit down.

Lance took off his hat, handed it to Hiram, and looked at the unlucky guy and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Robert, sir. Why did you bring me here?”

“Robert… So, who sent you here?”

Robert looked to be about twenty-four or five years old, but it couldn't be ruled out that he just looked old. He seemed very scared, and there was a high probability that it was genuine.

Fear is like pain. You can endure pain, but just because you endure it doesn't mean you won't feel it.

Fear is the same. You can force yourself to endure the negative emotions brought about by fear and continue to lie, but that doesn't mean you won't be afraid because you're lying.

“No one sent me here, sir. I just wanted to find something in the trash… Ah!”

While he continued to lie, Lance made a "please" gesture, a very subtle movement, and the sailboat team and David slugger-style baseball bat slammed into his back.

Robert was hit so hard that his body arched backward. “Sir, I really don’t know anything, I was just passing by!”

Lance looked at Hiram without hiding anything. “Go get the tarpaulin and spread it out.”

Hiram and Raun immediately ran to the warehouse. After a while, the two of them came back with two large bundles of tarpaulin.

Almost everyone who hangs around in the Empire District and the docks knows this, especially in the warehouse district, there are a lot of them.

Robert didn't seem to know what these tarpaulins were for. Their method of tearing tickets was relatively crude, so Lance explained it to him.

“When your blood splatters out later, it will land on these tarpaulins, so we don’t need to shovel off a layer of the ground.”

“And if we decide to kill you, you will bleed a lot. To make it easier for us to clean up the mess you leave behind, we prepared it.”

Hearing Lance say this, he trembled even more violently. Lance could also see that he was starting to struggle.

An inner struggle.

Persistence is a strange thing.

If you can grit your teeth, you can find that you can break through one limit after another, constantly challenging the impossible, making you exclaim miracles!

But conversely, if your persistence has a crack, not so absolute persistence, some wavering, some doubts about your persistence.

Then there is no doubt that you will soon be overwhelmed by your doubts about persistence.

After the tarpaulin was laid, Lance stood up when he asked Hiram to hang Robert up, took off his coat, took out the dagger, and walked to Robert.

“Last chance. If you don’t speak, there are still your companions outside the door. They may not persist like you.”

“Don't sacrifice your life for other people's affairs. You are not as important and valuable as you think, Robert.”

“Are you married?”

Robert nodded. “Yes.”

“Think about your mother, think about your wife, maybe you already have a child or a dog you keep, they can’t lose you!”

“And I can guarantee that if you tell me, I will let you leave, alive, and intact.”

Looking at the sharp dagger in Lance's hand, feeling the fear that facing death made his stomach hurt, he was sweating all over, and his right leg was constantly shaking.

When the expectation on Lance's face gradually turned into indifference, he shouted loudly, “It’s Liam…”

Lance let people release him as he promised, and even thoughtfully gave him a cigarette. Robert greedily sucked on the cigarette, as if at this moment he was not smoking a cigarette, but life, the future, and beauty!

“Liam is Heller… from the Karami gang, we all are, he is a senior cadre.”

“The big boss said you killed Will, so you have to seek revenge on you. We plan to… kidnap you.”

“Kidnap me?” Lance wanted to laugh a little. Then he looked at the others, but the others didn't laugh.

There was only anger in people's eyes!

Hiram flicked his hair. “Fuck them, Lance!”

Lance nodded and pointed at him. “That’s right, fuck them.”

He turned to look at little Robert, “Where is Liam?”

“Also, where is that Heller?”

Robert looked very nervous. “The big boss often goes to Empire Nights, Liam… I don’t know, he tells us what to do over the phone.”

“But he often goes to his strip club…”

Liam had his own business, a strip club, filled with young girls he tricked and abducted from the Empire.

Violence and death were his powerful weapons for ruling these girls. He didn't even need to give these girls a penny in compensation. Letting them live, instead of selling them to the mines in the west, was the greatest mercy he gave them.

Naturally, as a reward for his mercy, the girls had to earn him a sum of money that satisfied him every day, otherwise he would make these girls suffer.

He valued this industry very much. Everyone knew that Red High Heels was the best strip club in the Empire District—

You could say it wasn't that lively, but it was definitely the best.

It took almost any order, whether it was perverted or not.

This brought him a lot of wealth. As long as he was okay, he would stay here.

Several people looked at Robert, asking Lance if he wanted to kill him. Robert was already crying in fright.

At this time, he finally thought of his mother, his wife, his children, and the dog he kept!

When “Please” came out of his mouth, Lance helped him up and patted the dust off his body. “I am a man of my word. If I say I won’t hurt you, I definitely won’t hurt you, but you have to wait here for a while first.”

He walked outside, “Immediately arrange for people to go to Liam’s villa and Red High Heels to take a look and see if his car is there.”

Through questioning, Lance learned that he had a new blue car, which he would drive wherever he went.

You could touch his woman, but you couldn't touch his car. Everyone in the Camilla gang knew this.

Hiram immediately arranged for someone to go over.

It took about thirty minutes to drive there from here. After forty minutes, a call came. “He’s at Red High Heels.”

At this time, Alberto's gun had already been delivered, more than a dozen pistols and four submachine guns.

“Wait a minute, Hiram, you take the gun and people to wait at the entrance of Red High Heels. After he gets the news, he will definitely come out one step ahead. Kill him before he gets in the car.”

“Then drive out of the city, dispose of the things, go to the nearest station (train station), buy a ticket back, I’ll wait for you to have dinner at night, is there any problem?”

Lance had just killed a senior cadre of the Camilla gang. If he killed another senior cadre of theirs again, the police station would definitely stare at him to death.

So this time he didn't plan to come forward in person, but let Hiram do it.

This time he didn't flick his hair, but used his hand to flick it, and his expression was particularly serious, “No problem, Lance, I guarantee to let him die there before he gets in the car!”

Lance gave him a hug. He took a submachine gun. He liked this one.

After another thirty minutes, Hiram called, saying that he had arrived at Red High Heels and could start at any time.

Lance hung up the phone, returned to the warehouse, and asked someone to untie Robert. “I’ll send you out.”

There was some joy of surviving a disaster on Robert's face, but also some horror. “Please…”

Lance put his arm around his shoulder, “I said I wouldn’t kill you, and I will let many people see that I didn’t kill you and let you leave on your own!”

He put his arm around Robert's shoulder and walked through the office and out the main entrance.

The two people standing across the road were obviously stunned when they saw this scene. They would never have imagined that the person staring at Lance in the back alley would actually come out of his company with Lance!

There's a fucking traitor!

One of them immediately ran towards a nearby phone booth; he had to get this news to Liam.

Robert hadn't anticipated any of this. When Lance not only released his shoulder but also stuffed ten dollars into his pocket, he truly felt the joy of 'I survived!'

Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lance! You are a gentleman of integrity; God will bless you!

Lance smiled and nodded. "That's the funniest joke I've heard all year!"

Seeing Robert's blank expression, Lance was disappointed that he didn't understand his humor. He helped straighten Robert's slightly disheveled collar. "I hope God hears your prayers!"