Chapter 59

The ground of the shanty town is always rotten. There is sewage and feces everywhere, emitting bursts of stench. If the noble lady comes here, she will faint. Only those who have lived here for a long time will not feel it.

Barry hurried home deep and shallow. He hadn't been home all day and night.

Barry's home is not far from the church. They have moved here since they met boss hook. It's closer to the town. As for the original owner of the shed, they have driven him away.

Barry also bought some black bread and a roast chicken on the way. He still has some copper sols in his pocket. All the money he collected this time was on them, but hook didn't take it away.

"Damn it!"

Barry stepped on a lump of excrement. He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground in disgust. This must not be dog shit. There won't be even chickens in the shanty town.

"No, please, this is the ration given to our family by the church."

A noise caught Barry's attention. An old woman was tearing two men, one of whom was pulling half a piece of black bread.

"Barry! Help me. I have children at home." The old woman saw Barry and shouted for help.

Barry turned around and left. He didn't want to mind his own business. He knew the old woman. Her shanty was closer to the church, but it was estimated that she could not keep it soon. Her strong son hadn't come back for five days.

"Merciful Lord, please help me." The bread was still taken away, and the old woman could only sit in the mud and cry sadly.

Barry stopped. The feeling of being illuminated by the Holy Light didn't seem to subside. He felt he had to do something.

"Stop! Give her the bread and get out!" Barry stopped in front of the two men and stared into their eyes.

"Mind your own business, boy!" A man said fiercely. Although Barry looked strong, there were two of them.

"I'm with boss hook. If I don't want to die, I'll drop the bread and get out!" Barry's voice was as cold as ice.

I killed people! I've seen blood! I don't have to be afraid of them. They have to be afraid of me. Facing two opponents similar to him, Barry cheered himself up.

The two men checked out, perhaps because it was not worth fighting with buck for a piece of bread, perhaps because of Buck's Scarlet eyes, or because of the prestige of boss hook.

Ignoring the old woman's gratitude, Barry walked straight home. The awe of the people around him made him feel different.

"Dad!"

Just entering the shed, a teenage boy jumped into his arms. This is Barry's eldest son and now the only child.

"Elvin, my little man, do you protect your mother at home?" Barry picked up the little boy and asked with a smile.

"No one dares to bully us now. As we all know, dad is with boss hook now." The little boy said proudly.

"I've been out all day. Why did I come back? You... You bought roast chicken?" A woman came over and took Barry's bag. It was delicious roast chicken and made her swallow a mouthful of water.

"Roast chicken! I want to eat." The little guy broke free of Barry's arms and jumped on the bag in his mother's hand.

"How did you get the money to buy roast chicken?" The woman tore off a chicken wing arm and handed it to her cheering son. She quickly tightened her pocket and asked her husband.

"I did a good job for boss hook. The boss will reward me." Barry said stiffly.

"Mom, I want more!" A chicken wing obviously can't satisfy the little guy.

"No, you've already eaten. Have you forgotten what your mother said to you? What your father left is yours." The woman refused her son. She knew that only when her husband was full and strong, the family would not run out of food.

"Oh." Although Elvin still wants to eat, he still needs to listen to his mother.

"Give it to Elvin. The little guy is growing up. I'm as big as him. I can eat one roast chicken in five days." Barry said reluctantly.

"That was the time when we were leading people. Now we are free people, and our family depends on you." The woman glared at her husband. She disagreed.

"It doesn't matter. I still have some money. It's boss hook's reward. Take it away." Barry took a purse out of his arms and handed it to his wife.

"So much money?! OK, OK, take it to eat! Barry, what did you do? Boss hook sent you so much money?" The woman handed the roast chicken to her jealous son, happily took her husband's money bag, and asked suspiciously.

"I... I did a beautiful job and was appreciated by the boss. He wants to promote me. Sarah, trust me, I'm sure I'll let you move to town." Barry said firmly that he was determined to get into the position of boss hook.

"Well, I believe you." The woman leaned into her husband's arms, and they silently enjoyed a moment of warmth.

"By the way, ina came to you. She wanted to ask you why Victor didn't come back? You know, did Victor go there?"

The woman's words made Barry's body stiff. Ina was Victor's wife. They also had a child, four years old, a girl.

"Didn't Victor come back? Yesterday, he left after finishing his work. It's estimated that he got the money and got drunk. He didn't know he was sleeping in that pigsty." Seeing his wife looking up at him, Barry said quickly.

"Ina is really poor. It's my Barry best to have such a man who doesn't care about his family." Sarah buried her head in Barry's arms and said proudly.

"Oh, I'm making out. Barry, I have work to do! Come on, boss hook is still waiting for you." A strange voice came from the door and quickly separated them.

Barry looked up. It was Hogan, the confidant of boss Barry.

"I'm going to work. Be careful at home." Barry gave an order and walked outside.

When he came to the door, Barry saw that Hogan didn't mean to move away. Instead, he stared at himself. He seemed to want to frighten himself with vicious eyes.

Barry instinctively wanted to shrink back. He could think that he had seen blood now and stared back coldly.

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Hogan showed a strange smile, stepped back, whispered and said, "it's different."

"Hum!" Barry rubbed Hogan's shoulder and bumped out. He felt different.

In a low house in the slum, Barry saw his boss and some ferocious men, all of whom were hooker's confidants.

"Barry, have you finished your work?" Seeing Barry and Hogan come in, the thin hook asked with a smile.

"Done!" Barry said stiffly.

Being stared at by these murderous outlaws made Barry's scalp numb. He kept saying to himself, I've seen blood, and I'm just like them now.

"Okay, okay, Barry, you'll be your own." Seeing that Barry was no longer as timid as before, Hooker laughed.

"I called you here today because several old disabled people have swept our face. We must give them some color, or the fat sheep in that street will not revolt?" Hooker looked around and said with a strange smile.

"Boss, some old people, do you need to call all the brothers? I'll do them alone." A bald man with a scar on his face said disdainfully.

"Barry, what do you think?" Hooker ignored his bald head and turned to Barry.

Barry was startled by hooker's sudden question. He was just secretly glad that the boss didn't ask about money.

"Boss, oh, boss, those old men are very hard. One of them has one arm and knocked over five of us alone! I don't think we can fight hard." The thought of those old, disabled and indifferent eyes made Barry uncontrollably afraid.

"Waste is waste. How can you come out with such timidity?" A guy with a dagger in his hand said viciously.

"Barry is right. You may not know that these old disabled people have more lives than you know."

Hook's maintenance made Barry's ugly face much better.

"Boss, don't bluff people. You can still have people's lives with those ten old disabled people?" A thug said in disbelief.

"I found out from old Hal. These people are old mercenaries, and none of them is good."

Hook's words calmed everyone in the room.

"What? Scared?" Seeing that his men were counselled, Hooker sneered.

"Boss, we're not afraid. Some disabled mercenaries are easy to clean up, but when their mercenary regiment comes back, we'll be in big trouble. We can't say we'll lose our territory. It's not cost-effective." A man hurried round the scene. When he heard that he was a mercenary, they really counselled.

"Don't worry, these old guys are loners and wild ghosts dismissed by the mercenary regiment. They don't have backstage. Moreover, they can buy two shops with a severance payment of at least 200 kinsol. Lord Barol said that he won't draw any money this time and give all the money to his brothers! It's a big deal!"

"Boss, why don't we gather more people? We're ready for some oil. We'd better get two bows and crossbows and do it in the evening?" And several people looked at each other, the bald man hesitated and suggested.

The idea of using mercenary pension money is no different from pulling teeth out of the night blade leopard's mouth. Even a disabled night blade leopard is deadly. Although kinsol is a good thing, it has a life flower.

"Don't be afraid of farts! Lord Barol said hello to the sheriff. We'll do as we did last time, that is, we'll share less." Seeing the bear like of his men, Hooker scolded the waste in his heart, but comforted him in his mouth.

"That's OK, but you still have great powers!" A half lying thug jumped up against the ground.

"Go, go, go, go to work."

"Lord Barol is really, just a few brothers. You can find a sheriff for nothing!"

Barry put on a cold look and went out with hooker. Although he was still confused, he was hot in his heart. It was different when he joined the partnership. He knocked more copper sols in front, and now it's gold sols directly. It's a big deal!

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Old John was carefully wiping the glass behind the bar. Even if there were no guests in the shop, he was still very satisfied. He liked his life now.

"One legged, I don't know how Nelson boy is doing over there? There's no news at all." A strong old man with a hook in his left arm asked John after taking a sip of wine.

"We fight bears so well! What can happen? It must be good. It's just too far away. It's estimated that we can't come until three months." Said old John.

"You say, have we been dismissed by Lord Victor? Just leave it here?" Another old mercenary asked suspiciously.

"2000 kinsol severance? Is your face that big?" Old John said coldly.

"Don't I miss Lilia's girl a little? Ah, you said we'd call her lady next time we saw her again?" The old mercenary said.

"I saw that the female Knight of the York family looked at the adults as if she wanted to eat them." Said the other old man.

"Not necessarily. Lord Victor is a little silly. Maybe he likes Lilia?" Another one armed soldier mercenary make complaints about two people.

"Go away! Where's the fool?"

"Not stupid? Give us 2000 kinsols? How big is your face?"

"Is business good?" A sinister voice stirred in untimely.

"Hook!" Old Johnson said coldly.

Hook pushed the door and came in, followed by a dozen odd looking guys following him.

"Why? Open the door and don't do business? We're here to take care of boss John's business." Hooker smiled.

"If you come to drink, you'll pay first. If you come to find fault... Why? There's no place to spend more medical expenses?" The old mercenary with an iron hook stood up and sneered.

"I'm poor. I only have enough money to buy my brothers a drink. Barry, go and have a drink. I'll buy it." Hooker said with a smile.

Didn't you come to do big business? Why do you want me to drink? Barry was a little confused, but he took a step forward at the boss's discretion.

"Poof" Barry just took a step forward and his chest hurt. He looked down and saw that the dagger came through his back, and the blood was like a spring.

"Boss hook, you..." Barry looked back with difficulty and looked at Hooke behind him incredulously.

"Kill! Kill! The hotel owner killed!" Hook pushed Barry down and screamed.

Barry landed on his face and his vision gradually blurred. Didn't you come to take me on a big deal? Why kill me? With deep doubt, his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

The cannibal will be eaten.