Empire of Shadows

Bitter wine down the throat… warm.

Hehe he.

Blue Eyes' mental state was a little strange. The alcohol accelerated his blood flow, and the painkiller's effects, accelerated by the alcohol, seemed to be amplified.

If people from a medical group knew how they were using painkillers, they might praise them as pharmaceutical geniuses!

This is practically murder!

But for the Venom Gang, as long as they can make more money, they don't care!

This book is first published on the entire network by 𝕥 𝕨 𝕜 𝕒 𝕟 . 𝕔 𝕠 𝕞

Compared to other gangs' lively bars, the Venom Gang's bar seemed quieter. Everyone quietly found a place to sit and began to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

Even without sofas or chairs, they would lean against the wall and sit, because their legs would shake after drinking too much, and they couldn't stand steadily.

After two glasses of wine, Blue Eyes finally felt completely comfortable. He even almost pissed himself, but he didn't care; he was very happy now.

He stood up staggeringly, stumbled, and almost fell, but he managed to grab the sofa in time. After a burst of unintelligible silly laughter, he moved his steps towards the outside of the bar.

He still had to go back tonight. Wolf had been very careful recently and was also a little impatient with him, possibly because he felt that he had opened fire on Lance and the others without authorization.

However, he felt that Wolf was too timid. They would run into each other sooner or later, so why not try it now? No one knew who would win or lose until they fought!

Thinking about these things, he staggered out of the bar. The darkness didn't frighten him; on the contrary, he enjoyed the feeling of being bathed in the night.

The dark sky seemed to be a layer of protective color, protecting him. He lit a cigarette, squinted slightly, and a gentle breeze blew over him. He took a deep breath; this comfortable feeling almost made him moan.

Just as he was about to walk out of the alley, someone suddenly blocked the entrance. He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned around, but then he was kicked and sent flying, falling to the ground.

He was about to draw his gun, but Hiram pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into his wrist, then twisted it forcefully.

He didn't even scream. Instead, he stared at Hiram in the darkness. At this moment, he also realized who this person was.

The painkiller and alcohol were still numbing his nerves, making him unable to feel the pain. On the contrary, he felt invincible at this moment!

He was using his pierced wrist to contend with the dagger in Hiram's hand. Hiram saw this kind of ruthless person for the first time; his eyes were about to pop out!

"This is a tough guy!" He continued to exert force. Everyone around could feel a burst of teeth-aching sensation. The sound of the blade rubbing against the wrist bone made people feel uncomfortable.

But Blue Eyes didn't seem to notice it. Instead, he continued to exert force.

He didn't dodge, and he didn't run. It seemed that he was determined to compete with Hiram today.

Lance noticed that something was wrong with him. "Tie him up first. His current situation is a bit strange. Take him back first."

Hiram took out the pistol from his arms and threw it to the people behind him, then several people turned him over and tied him up.

In fact, he didn't have much ability to resist. Alcohol and painkillers were working at their maximum effect. He couldn't feel the pain, but that didn't mean he had the ability to resist.

Soon, Blue Eyes was put into the car. Although the Venom Gang people also noticed what happened at the door, they just watched from the sidelines and didn't intend to intervene.

A dozen minutes later, Blue Eyes was thrown onto a chair in the garage.

The painkiller ingredients in the wine weren't much. After being tied up and splashed with cold water several times, he gradually woke up.

The person responsible for guarding him quickly went to call Lance and the others, and then a large group of people came to the garage.

Just now, they were discussing that Blue Eyes' situation didn't seem like he had drunk too much, but rather he was in a strange state.

They weren't sure what this situation was and could only guess randomly, but as they guessed, the topic went astray.

Hiram talked about Patricia, and the others were also full of curiosity about this girl. After all, in a sense, once Lance married Patricia, Patricia would be the "matriarch."

They were very curious about what kind of girl could win Lance's heart. You must know that in addition to the two girls here, there were many girls who didn't spare their bodies and wanted to sleep with him.

But no one had heard of Lance sleeping with anyone. He was as chaste as a monk!

If he wasn't interested in his brothers' butts, people might suspect that he also had a problem.

While everyone was chatting and laughing, Allen ran over and told them that the person was awake.

A group of people came to the garage, where a waterproof cloth had already been laid on the ground.

When Lance and his group came in, he vaguely remembered what had happened a few days ago.

He began to struggle violently, but the pain in his wrists and the ropes that tightly bound him made all struggles fruitless.

His gaze first glared at Hiram, then shifted to Laun, who had a bandage on his arm, and finally to Lance.

He didn't speak, just watched quietly. It could be seen that this was indeed a ruthless person; at least the wound on his wrist didn't make him shout.

"I don't like your eyes," Lance looked at Laun. "Leave it to you."

Laun's right hand was still normal. He walked to the wall and took down a slightly peeling baseball bat, weighing it in his hand.

"Do you want to ask something?"

Laun asked Lance. Lance thought for a while, "Ask him what was going on with that state he was in before."

Then the group left the garage, and the sound of the baseball bat colliding with the body immediately rang out in the garage. Except for the occasional shout from Blue Eyes, most of the time he was enduring it.

You could even hear the low roar he made before each hit, as if to brace himself for the pain and fear!

But no matter how tough a person is, they are not metal. In the face of a baseball bat, all living beings are equal.

Whether it's an elephant or a human, neither can be harder than a metal baseball bat!

Ten minutes later, Laun shook off the blood stains on the baseball bat and walked out of the garage. "He said that's what happens after drinking Venom's wine."

Lance nodded. "Tell the brothers not to drink it, and the laborers too. There's something wrong with the wine."

Then he asked again, "What about the person?"

"Still has a breath left," Laun had vented his anger. Lance led the people back into the garage.

Blue Eyes, with his head hanging low, was dying. It was difficult for him to lift his head; he could only see some people walking up to him.

He used his last bit of strength to spit bloody saliva on Lance's shoes.

Lance looked at the leather shoes and laughed twice. "You are a respectable opponent, sir."

"But unfortunately, I can't give you a decent ending. If there's a chance, I'll give you a decent one."

"As a reward for the tough guy, I can help you pass on a message to your boss, Boss, or someone you care about, or even give them some money."

Blue Eyes slowly raised his head. He looked at Lance. Lance's expression was very serious. He seemed to be judging whether he was telling the truth or lying.

After a long while, his head drooped down again. "Help me give my son a message: don't fucking walk this path."

"I have an account hidden on the back panel of the wardrobe. The password is his birthday…"

He paused for a moment and said softly, "Give me a quick death, I'm in too much pain!"

Lance opened his coat, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it into his heart. This was the quickest way.

A dozen minutes later, he no longer "ticked." Lance had people untie him from the chair. Allen trembled a little, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Lance patted him on the shoulder, scaring him so much that he almost jumped up!

Seeing that it was Lance, he reluctantly suppressed his discomfort. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you!"

Lance waved his hand. "If you want to vomit, go out and vomit. No one will laugh at you."

It would have been better if Lance hadn't said anything. As soon as he said that, the others couldn't help but burst into laughter, which made Allen's face turn red.

On the contrary, the urge to vomit was lessened a little. He seemed very angry. "I won't vomit, and I won't let you make fun of me!"

They laughed even more happily. He subconsciously glanced at the pale Blue Eyes and looked at these well-dressed, laughing people stepping on the wet waterproof cloth. Suddenly, all of this formed a huge impact, causing his values to begin to change dramatically!

In the end, Allen didn't vomit. Someone told him that many people here had vomited the first time they did this kind of thing.

This made Allen chase after and ask if Lance had vomited the first time he killed someone. They recalled that first killing as if they were reminiscing.

"I don't know if it was his first time doing this kind of thing, but his practiced appearance didn't look like it was his first time at all. He was very calm, without the slightest fear or discomfort."

"He's already like this, we can only endure it, otherwise, we'll only let him make fun of us!"

After hearing this, Allen's admiration for Lance went up another level. This is a real tough guy!

The blood left on the waterproof cloth was flushed into the sewer, but Blue Eyes was still useful.

Bill thought that everything would be fine after he apologized. Lance would let him know that just apologizing was not enough!

Around ten o'clock at night, several cars carrying Blue Eyes arrived outside the Red Dog Gang's headquarters. They found a secluded corner and tossed the body over the wall. Then, Allen was instructed to go to a public phone booth and make a call to the Wolf Gang.

He covered the mouthpiece with a handkerchief, and glanced at the group of people standing outside the phone booth. He thought these guys were really damn idle!

After the call connected, he coughed and said, "You have a guy named Blue Eyes, right?"

"He's dead, right here (at the Red Dog Gang headquarters). Bill told me to let you know, if you don't get out of the port area, you're next!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a snap…