Chapter 354: Beggar

Chapter 354: Beggar



Immediate execution.

As soon as Shadow Three finished speaking, Shadow Two brought out an electric chair, a gallows, and all sorts of other execution tools.

There were a thousand ways to die, there was always one that would fit.

The two Chiefs, trapped in the bone cage, trembled, completely clueless about the situation.

They still didn't know what had happened!

What was so special about Mike?

Was it just because he was close to Ace?

No!

Both of them denied this possibility in their hearts. The two big shots from the Guardian Shadow were both respectful to Mike.

Then there was only one possibility, Mike himself was a big shot within the Guardian Shadow!

They had been played...

No, or rather, this trap was meant to catch bigger fish, and they, these small fry, had stumbled in by accident.

A name surfaced in their minds, bringing them endless fear.

Thor!

The most powerful man in the Guardian Shadow, according to rumors!

Was Mike actually Thor?

This secret was destined to die with them.

Mike squatted down and looked at the two of them, unable to hide the disgust in his eyes. "Let's investigate."

With Mike's permission, a black shadow eagerly surged forward, enveloping the two and beginning to rummage through their memories.

After a few breaths, a sissy voice rang out. Bad Man said cheerfully, "They were once captured by the demon race in the abyss, and former demon cult followers came forward and betrayed humanity..."

According to Shadow Two's description, these two had once had principles and beliefs.

It was human nature to fail to hold on in the face of life and death trials.

These two had leverage in the hands of the demon god, but they didn't directly contact the demon god. Instead, they communicated with former demon cult members through a single line.

This way, they wouldn't have any traces of the demon god on themselves.

There was a specific term for this kind of person - mole.

Unlike demon cult members, moles were the most troublesome!

If it weren't for the item related to the demon god they were carrying, even Mike wouldn't have been able to see through their undercover identities.

After listening to Shadow Two's conclusion, Mike thought for a moment and said, "Erase that memory."

Shadow Two didn't hesitate and acted immediately.

When dealing with people who colluded with the demon cult, Shadow Two always struck hard!

Soon, Bad Man said proudly, "The memories of the past three days have been erased." Shadow Three frowned slightly. "Didn't you hear Fourth Bro say 'that memory'? Seal the memories of the past half month."

The bell rang, midnight had arrived.

Countless people entered the Tower of Truth at this moment.

Mike appeared in the Core City of Truth and quickly found Ace at their agreed meeting point.

Mike got straight to the point and asked, "Ace, where do we find Afterskin?"

Tonight's 29th floor was a three-person journey, none of them could be missing.

Mike had to carry Afterskin through the 29th floor.

Otherwise, the Guardian Shadow would have one more follower of the God of Poverty, which

was absolutely unacceptable to Mike!

"I don't know either."

Ace shook his head.

"Look for beggar on the street, if you find one, that's Afterskin."

Beggar?

Mike looked towards the roadside and quickly found his target.

A ragged, scruffy man with unkempt hair was huddled in a corner, a broken fan tucked into his

waist.

The man wasn't bad-looking. If he cleaned himself up, he would definitely be considered

handsome.

He had a broken bowl in front of him, looking like an unemployed webnovel author.

Truly worthy of being a follower of the God of Poverty, the God of Sickness, and the God of

Misfortune!

This was professional.

Mike raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He's Afterskin?"

Ace nodded. "Yes, he's the only one in the entire Core City of Truth who's allowed to beg."

After thinking for a moment, Ace added, "Officially sanctioned begging, a special kind of

business."

Noticing their arrival, Afterskin looked up and said weakly, "Please, kind sirs, spare a bite to

eat. I haven't eaten in seventy years."

"Okay."

Mike nodded, summoned Vladimir from his private space, snatched half a chicken leg from

Vladimir's hand, and put it in Afterskin's bowl.

Mike said seriously, "After you eat this chicken leg, you're coming with me."