Chapter 394 The Slaying

Chapter 394: The Slaying

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Back at the motel, Frank swept the table lamp onto the floor angrily.

York grabbed his shoulder. "Frank, buddy, listen to me. Stop losing your temper and calm down!"

"I can’t calm down!" Frank hollered. "That Chinaman needs to die! I’m gonna kill him! D*mmit, I gotta destroy him, I must destroy him!"

York said calmly, "We’ll destroy him. One day we’ll destroy him, but not now. Flagstaff is their territory and there are too many obstacles here. We’ve gotta return to LA!"

Frank pushed him away and said angrily, "No, I’m not going back. I must destroy him now!"

York stared at him, helpless, not knowing how else to dissuade him.

The two of them had gone to Phoenix for valuables such as the silver. They had come to Flagstaff just for Li Du—to ruin Li Du.

Back in LA, Li Du had b*tch-slapped them in their own territory. Frank was someone very concerned about his reputation, and had been bearing a grudge ever since he’d been humiliated in front of the group of treasure hunters he knew.

A month ago, Frank started to form the thought of coming to Flagstaff to seek revenge.

York had tried fervently to stop him, and had hoped that the anger and hatred in Frank’s heart would dissipate as time passed.

In the end, instead of forgetting about the matter, the anger and hatred had continued to brew within his heart, reaching extreme levels.

With no choice, York had come to Flagstaff with him to find a chance to seek revenge.

He was anxious to head back, as their silver had been deposited with the insurance company in Flagstaff. He did not mind the deposit fees, but he could not set his mind at ease as long as so much wealth was kept with an external party.

But Frank had refused to go until he destroyed Li Du.

York had not even wanted to go Smith Storage Company’s auction, as they had confirmed there was nothing valuable in the storage units.

Upon finding out that Li Du would be attending the auction, the two of them had decided to go as well. This was also why they had thrown in a bid when Li Du started to bid.

In the end, they’d been tricked by Li Du again. Frank could not tolerate this; York knew his anger was out of control by how easily he’d been provoked by Big Beard Carl earlier.

As the two of them were brooding in the motel, there was knocking on the door. Bang bang bang!

Frank shouted, "We don’t need any toilet paper, don’t need any b*tches, don’t need any weed! We don’t need anything, get lost if you’re selling anything!"

The knocking stopped for a while but soon started again. Bang bang bang!

Frank was enraged. His face darkened as he stood up and howled, "I’ll show you!"

He opened the door, only to see a pitiful face.

This man’s face was pitiful-looking because there were purplish-black bruises everywhere, and band-aids adorned the corners of his mouth and eyes. There was also a bandage around one arm.

Frank was shocked. "Dog Ears? How did you get yourself into this terrible state?"

In his shock, he’d forgotten to be angry. The annoyance he’d felt from the knocking on the door vanished just like that.

It was Rick; he didn’t answer Frank’s question but instead teased, "You sure you don’t need anything? I think you guys need friendship, and someone to help you deal with that d*mn Chinaman!"

York was just as stunned to see him, and also asked, "Buddy, wh-wh-what happened to you? Wh-who beat you up?"

"It’s nothing," Rick said evasively. "Don’t pay attention to this. We should focus on how to deal with that Chinaman instead! Don’t you think we need to combine forces?"

Both of them were not focused on that, and so Frank did not answer him. He looked at him with pity and asked, "You got beaten up by the Native Americans? Why didn’t you make a police report? Those *ssholes are just as bad as the Chinaman—all of them deserve to die!"

Indeed, Rick had been beaten up by a Native American, after he had been beaten up by Harris.

Upon his return to Flagstaff, Marlin had gone ballistic when he realized that they had lost more than 100,000 dollars buying a pile of lousy furniture. He had personally taught Rick a lesson on the pretext of beating some sense into him.

York could tell that he did not wish to talk about this and so pulled Frank back, as he said to Rick, "Your earlier suggestion’s a good one: we should join forces. It’s not gonna be easy dealing with this Chinaman."

Frank was stubborn as a mule. "Not easy? How not easy? It’s just that this is not our territory. Otherwise, he’d be begging for mercy by now!"

"Yes," Rick agreed, "this is not your territory, so your way doesn’t work here. You gotta team up with someone from here."

York asked, "We team up and then what do we do about this matter?"

Frank would not let it rest. "Why do we need to team up? Buddy, we can take that guy down on our own without any other help!"

Rick was well-prepared for his visit.

Hearing Frank, he scoffed, "Now, you guys don’t only have the Chinaman to deal with. He’s got people to help him already, there are many around here who’ve been charmed by him. That means that to deal with him, you need to deal with all the idiots here—a whole bunch of idiots!"

York patted his shoulder. "You’re right. Frank, this fella’s right. We gotta admit it—oh, sorry…"

His pat had landed on Rick’s injury, causing him to wince in pain with clenched teeth.

Frank said, "Alright, but even if we do, why would we want to team up with you? Look at you—it doesn’t look like you’d be much help."

Rick said, "What’s wrong with the way I look? Does this affect how we deal with the Chinaman? Other than me, do you think you can find anyone else to deal with Li?"

York waved his hand. "Alright, stop arguing. We should be friends, not enemies! Frank, get our buddy a bottle of beer. Dog Ears, tell us your plan."

With York as the middleman, Frank and Rick began to warm up to each other.

Frank was, however, a troublemaker. Li Du was right: it seemed as though this fellow would be miserable if he couldn’t cause any trouble.

He took out a bottle of cold beer from the motel’s refrigerator for Rick, and said, "This bottle of beer is the coldest. It’ll be perfect."

"Thanks buddy," Rick said, "but it’s not like it’s that warm today."

Frank gave a weird laugh. "No, I’m not asking you to drink it. This is for you to soothe your wounds. Ice cold beer can help reduce the pain, didn’t you know?"

Rick’s expression change; he was about to curse and swear.

York shoved Frank and said angrily, "Frank, can you stop fooling around? We need to come up with a plan!"

Then he looked at Rick again. "Don’t mind him, buddy. This *sshole is like a kid. Come, tell us, what plan have you got?"

Rick said seriously, "My plan for dealing with Li Du is to first eliminate his helpers. To slay those short-sighted dumb*sses."

"Right," York agreed, "those treasure hunters around him are all jerks. We have to destroy them. Do you have a plan?"

Rick sniggered confidently, "Of course!"

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Chapter 395: Quick, Shift The Blame

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Being in Flagstaff at the same time, there was a high probability of the enemies bumping into each other.

In the morning, Li Du and a few treasure hunters went to the market to stock up on items for the cabin. These treasure hunters had been on his side during the conflict with Frank and York yesterday; he was grateful to them.

Upon entering the market, he said, "Let’s throw a party this evening. What do you guys like to eat and drink? Just load them into the car, I’ll foot the bill."

Turis smiled and said, "No, I’ll pay for everything. You helped me a great deal yesterday. Boss Li, I managed to get hold of some great stuff."

"I’ve also gotten great stuff," Olly said. "It’s been months, d*mmit. I’ve finally managed to get some decent goods!"

"Hey, Boss Li, look—who’s that?"

Li Du turned his head to where Big Beard Carl pointed, and he saw Frank and York.

The two of them were holding hotdogs and going around in the market. They saw Li Du the same time he saw them.

Their eyes met, and then they glanced away at the same time, pretending not to have seen each other.

However, Li Du could feel the hatred in their eyes.

After spotting Li Du, Frank and York whispered to each other through clenched teeth, glancing over at him occasionally, while wearing weird smirks on their faces.

Mr. Li’s keen intuition sensed their ill intention, but he could not hear what they were talking about and had no idea what they were plotting.

With many strong abilities, the little could move through objects, decelerate time, and perform time reversal to relive the past.

But alas, it did not have super-hearing abilities!

At this moment, Li Du suddenly thought about Max, who had the phrase "Its white feathers were floating on the water and its red feet were paddling under the water," tattooed on his chest. His hearing was extremely sharp.

If that kid were here, he’d be able to hear their conversation.

Li Du and the others were standing near a fish stall when Frank and York walked by them.

At this time, Frank stretched his elbow out, intending to create trouble. Li Du had been wary of him, and upon noticing that he had stretched his elbow, he recited silently, Time deceleration!

The speed at which Frank was stretching out his elbow slowed and Li Du successfully dodged the blow. At the same time, he extended his leg out to hook Frank’s ankle, and then gave it a pull.

Time sped up again and a strange thing appeared. The people around them, including the owner of the fishery stall, saw Frank suddenly stick his elbow out, but lose his balance and fell into the big tank!

Splash. The tank was filled with a lot of water, and there were live pikes in it. When Frank fell, there was a huge splash of water.

The surrounding customers around all left hurriedly in shock. The owner jumped up and shouted, "Holy sh*t, d*mn you. What’re you doing?!"

Li Du was the first to rush forward; he grabbed Frank’s head with his right hand and pushed it back into the water, while his left hand was pulling his belt as if he were actually trying to pull him backward.

As he carried that out, he said, "Boss, come and help quickly! My buddy has AIDS. Hurry up and get him out or else these fish will not be able to be sold!"

The black owner was scared by his words. Initially, he had wanted to help Frank but withdrew his hands as soon as he heard these words. "Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!"

York pushed Li Du away rudely, and shouted, "What crap! Get lost!"

Some people at the side started to defend Li Du, saying, "How can you treat him like this? He was giving your friend a hand."

Li Du said generously, "It’s alright, I understand how he feels. They’re very close-knit, even more than husbands and wives. He must be panicking, or else he wouldn’t have done that."

Turis gloated over their misfortune and laughed, "His legs are so weak. I suppose it’s due to the onset of AIDS?"

The surrounding people backed away to create more distance.

In fact, America was one of the countries at the forefront of educating the public on the knowledge of HIV and AIDS. The majority knew what this disease was about, and also possessed the knowledge that it would only spread through the transmission of bodily fluids.

However, the name of this disease was too prominent, and given that there was no cure, people remained fearful of it.

Frank climbed up with seaweed hanging on his ear. His upper body was totally soaked through—he looked a sorry sight.

York hurriedly asked, "Buddy, are you alright?"

Big Beard Carl sighed, "Such a great relationship."

Frank lifted his leg up and was preparing to kick them as he shouted, "D*mn Chinaman! How dare you sneak-attack me?!"

Li Du backed off swiftly, shouting, "We can talk, just don’t touch me!" The rest of the surrounding people backed away as well, as though they were avoiding the transmission of the disease.

Turis said angrily, "This is racial discrimination. Bash that son of a b*tch!"

Li Du pulled him away and said, "What if you get beaten until blood flows? Go, go, go—let’s go quick!"

Although he said to go quickly, he did not walk fast and kept glancing back.

Frank understood very well what had happened: he’d been tripped by Li Du. He wanted to chase after him to settle the score.

The black boss of the fishery stall stopped him, and shouted hastily, "Don’t go off just yet—compensate me first! How am I supposed to sell these fish? You have to buy all of them!"

Frank did not hear what Li Du had said, as his head had been submerged in the water.

Therefore, blocked by the boss, he yelled, "Get lost, what compensation?"

The black boss was not a good-tempered person; he hollered in response, "You gotta pay me back the money for the fish!"

York knew what was happening, and wanted to stop the angry Frank to explain everything to him.

Not waiting for him to speak, Li Du shouted across, "Boss, be careful, this guy has extreme anger issues! He’s mental! I’m not babbling nonsense. If I am, then I’m willing to be dealt with by the law!"

Big Beard Carl also shouted, "Yes, he has anger issues. Be careful, when he gets mad, he bites!"

"Stay far away from him! He even bites himself when he gets mad!"

"Let’s just go, better not go near him. This is advice from one friend to another!"

Upon hearing these words, the black boss became anxious. He did not dare go forward, but was unwilling to let the other party leave. He clenched his teeth fiercely, and threw the fishnet from the tank onto Frank.

"Let’s see how far you can run!"

Looking at this, Li Du and the rest could not help but burst into laughter. A few of them even took out their phones to take pictures.

York was fuming. "Don’t listen to these d*mn *ssholes. We’re very healthy. My partner and I are very healthy!"

Frank’s rage was triggered. He tore madly at the net on his body, using his legs to kick at the tank on the floor. With a vicious look, he howled, "I’m going to kill you! Chinaman! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill all of you!"

Li Du shrugged. "He is insane."

"He is indeed a lunatic," Turis sneered.

"He has really weak legs. What happened just now? He tripped over himself?"

"No, he stretched his elbow out as though he wanted to knock something over, but in the end he tripped over and fell."

"Dug his own grave!"