Chapter 41 Awakening the Devil and Asking for Help
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
We do not rule out that there are some people in this world that money cannot buy.
They have their own principles and their own loyalties.
They have noble personalities and bearish characters.
But at this moment.
In Hell's Kitchen.
In this mixed place, we face a group of people wandering in the gray area.
Money plays a greater role than force.
Being able to join a gang does not rule out some external factors.
But the vast majority of them have lower moral values and principles than ordinary people.
The charm of money is great.
So John likes to use it.
That's exactly what he lacks the most.
In Matt's place, as a masked vigilante fighting street crime, he would choose to solve it neatly.
John's money made the four people in front of him shut up.
One of them moved his face a few times and said, "Sorry, we can't break the rules, sir."
Look, face the money.
Even unqualified street gangsters will slow down their tone for you.
"How much do you have per month?" John threw the money directly to the man. He walked up to the man and pointed at the man's chest with his finger. "Here is 5000 US dollars."
"I want my car back, a simple request."
"Are you afraid of being reckoned with by Queen Qiu?"
"Then I'll give you one last chance."
A series of words fell, and the man opened his mouth several times and swallowed them back.
John took money from his pocket again. Fudge's eyes changed. Is that pocket connected to the safe?
Why do you feel like there’s so much money in there?
"Fifty thousand dollars," John picked up the money and glanced at the others casually, "Who is willing to risk fifty thousand dollars?"
"Your children's school fees, your mother's medical expenses for hospitalization, and your recreational luxuries."
Every time John said something, the expressions of those people changed.
In the end, everyone looked expectantly at the person talking to John.
"One last chance," John said, "who's willing to risk it for me."
"I! I do!" The man with short hair and a flowery shirt ran over and begged the man blocking John, "Rand, my child, he has leukemia, I need the money."
"Shut up!" the man named Rand yelled angrily, "You are breaking the rules!"
"It seems that your salary is higher than that of your friends," John clapped his hands and said meaningfully, "Or you think that he should give up his children in order to work."
"Rand, you are a loyal man, but not a good friend."
When the other two heard this, their eyes changed.
The man who was scolded was even more angry: "So that's what you think, damn Rand!"
"You don't have a lavish wife, you don't have old and frail parents, and you don't have sick children."
The devil's whisper tugs at the angry emotion, "So you can rightfully stifle other people's chance to change."
Fudge pulled John, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
What is this person doing?
When Ferdinand saw John now, he remembered the time when his hand was stabbed.
That madman appears again.
Fear spread among his friends, and anger had already ignited the other three members of Viper.
Seeing that something was not going well, Rand picked up the walkie-talkie and prepared to notify the people inside.
But the father of the child with leukemia exploded. He pushed Rand away and hit the wall. He took out a switchblade from his pocket and stabbed Rand in the stomach.
Knife after knife.
His inner demon was awakened.
Until the walkie-talkie in Rand's hand fell, the man's face was already covered with splatters of blood.
A murder.
Appearing before the innocent Fudge lawyer.
There was no possibility of him retreating.
Fudge remembered Matt's advice to him.
This person is very dangerous.
John walked behind the excited man and gently placed his hand on the other person's shoulder.
The panting man was soothed like a wild animal.
He couldn't believe it, what had he done?
Looking at the dead Rand, horror emerged in his heart.
He was afraid that since this was the person who killed the Viper Gang, he would definitely be wanted.
"Shh-" John helped the man up and raised his fingers to make a quiet gesture.
"You are brave, yes, brave."
John used a hundred-dollar bill to gently hold the blood-stained blade of the switchblade.
The other party allowed John to take away the murder weapon.
"I-I killed someone."
The man's mind was in chaos, and he would do things he regretted when his mind got hot.
"No, no, no," John patted his shoulder hard with his right hand, his expression full of seriousness and approval, "What I saw was not a criminal, but an angry father."
"You are a warrior. Your son is lucky to have a father who is willing to be crazy about him as he grows up."
The man's panic gradually stabilized, and he urgently needed someone to excuse himself, even if it was a lie.
He looked at John blankly, "Is it true?"
"Can you ask them, are they willing to take the lives of others for the sake of the one they love most?" John led him and turned around to the other two members of the Viper Gang.
As two people who witnessed the murder, they were extremely nervous.
I had never noticed before that this honest man could kill someone.
"Life forces you to go astray," John put the promised money into the other person's hand that let go of the knife, and whispered, "Now, you should learn to change."
"They are not Rand, they are people like you."
"You know what to do, they're your people."
"Think about your child. He is young and has many years left to need your protection."
John let go of his hand, and the man looked at the money in his hand, and then at the person in front of him.
Take out [-] from the [-] and put them into the hands of the other two people.
"I will use the remaining [-], [-] for my child's treatment expenses, [-] for Rand's family, and the other [-] for our business expenses."
He watched the people in front of him gradually change from fear to hesitation, and continued: "I hope you will join me. The Viper Gang is no longer a place for us to stay."
"We can change places, Harold, your mother needs treatment in a nursing home, Vincent, your father-in-law needs you to prove yourself."
The two fell silent. Each of these gangsters had their own family reasons for falling.
They finally reached out and said, "Thank you, Beard."
They accept Beard's invitation, and the angry father gets the key to the second road from a stranger.
John watched the whole thing, smiling.
"Now, there is one last thing you need to do."
John walked to the door and pushed it open.
"Let me in."
The three of them saw this and did not stop them.
Fudge was in disbelief, and he quickened his pace to catch up with John.
"What are you doing?" Fudge whispered in horror, "You are instigating a crime!"
"What are you talking about, Fudge?" John smiled, "I don't have one."
"I saw it!" Fudge pointed to the closing door, "A murderer was just born!"
John stopped and blinked, "So I killed someone?"
"You, no, no." Fudge felt a breath in his chest.
"Some people cannot be solved by the law." John said, and walked down the stairs leading to the death car. "You can check Rand, and you will find that his death is far more useful than his life."
The voice came slowly.
Fudge's expression changed several times, and finally he snorted coldly: "I will."
He understood that the only way he could leave now was to see John.
This person likes to play with people's hearts.
And life is like a game.
...
Behind the door, a staircase leads down to the underground clubhouse.
It's very lively inside.
The disappearance of Hell and Heaven brings new guests to this illegal zone called Satan's Mansion.
Absorbing the resources of Hell and Heaven, Corey, the owner of Satan's Mansion, was promoted to the new boss of Hell's Kitchen.
In fact, not everyone knows everything about hell and heaven that night.
Corey received the news that it was Night Stalker who did it.
Daredevil?
Daredevil?
Almost everyone thought of the masked vigilante immediately.
That guy wasn't popular with the underground in Hell's Kitchen.
Corey doesn't like Daredevil either.
In the room, huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the conditions of the track outside.
A two-meter-long striped snake crawled on the dead branches.
A man with his clothes open to reveal a snake tattoo on his chest enjoys the service of a woman from a red light district with his eyes closed.
"Damn Daredevil," Corey cursed, "If he hadn't ruined my business, I wouldn't have been reprimanded by Madam Gao."
He took over the contraband business in Hell and Heaven, and Mrs. Gao didn't care who sold the contraband for her.
But there is a prerequisite, they must be safe.
Corey, who was targeted by Daredevil, came under suspicion. He used the human body to transport contraband and conducted transactions through the Death Racer.
Everything was going smoothly, but Daredevil knew the news here from somewhere and broke in unexpectedly.
It also ruined a business.
"The Russians also need to deal with the human trafficking. Daredevil cost me more than 10,000 today."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Corey pushed the woman away and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to stare down.
"Tonight's death car must be powerful enough to make me empty the wallets of those wealthy people!"
The large striped snake hissed and slid down the dead wood.
The woman in the red light district screamed, and the big snake slowly slithered towards the woman.
He laughed cruelly as he watched the woman panic.
...
"Um--"
"what--"
"Uh--"
Neon lights create a blurry atmosphere.
A series of low, suppressed and painful screams sounded in the aisle leading to the death speed car.
Matt was sweating profusely, his upper body clothes were torn apart, and he was breathing heavily like a wild animal.
His hands were making regular movements, pressing against the man's head and hitting him crazily.
Do not misunderstand.
He was beating people up.
The clothes on my body were also torn off because the quality was not up to standard.
A final knee knock brought the man down, and Matt stumbled back, leaning against the wall.
Blood dripped from his fists.
He was not a superman. He faced so many people in a row. It was thanks to Murdock's willpower that he persisted and did not fall.
Holding on to the wall and moving forward slowly, the wounds on his clothes were shocking.
"Keep it up, Matt," he said to himself.
The smell coming from the room made him discover the secret here.
The so-called death racing is to use this game to trade contraband.
This is a rigged game, and no matter what, only the people from the Satanic Mansion will win.
The losers will be eliminated and drained of their final value.
Opening the door, he smelled a pungent smell.
This is a transport room, and a large bag of contraband is quietly placed there.
Matt picked up the bag and walked outside quickly.
Just his entry also made people discover it.
Another group of people blocked his way, and he finally succeeded in breaking through after all the hard work.
Another scar added to the body.
He stumbled and ran outside, opened a door at random and hid in it.
He hid in a toilet stall, blood oozing from his wound.
"Fudge, wait for me here."
"Where are you going?"
"bathroom."
A conversation reached my ears.
Then the door opened.
Footsteps sounded in the toilet, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Outside the cubicle where Matt was hiding, the footsteps stopped.
"I think you need help."
sounded.
The big bag in Matt's hand fell down with a dull sound.
He opened the door, looking pale and weak: "Yes, I need help."
"Mr. Wick."
...
They have their own principles and their own loyalties.
They have noble personalities and bearish characters.
But at this moment.
In Hell's Kitchen.
In this mixed place, we face a group of people wandering in the gray area.
Money plays a greater role than force.
Being able to join a gang does not rule out some external factors.
But the vast majority of them have lower moral values and principles than ordinary people.
The charm of money is great.
So John likes to use it.
That's exactly what he lacks the most.
In Matt's place, as a masked vigilante fighting street crime, he would choose to solve it neatly.
John's money made the four people in front of him shut up.
One of them moved his face a few times and said, "Sorry, we can't break the rules, sir."
Look, face the money.
Even unqualified street gangsters will slow down their tone for you.
"How much do you have per month?" John threw the money directly to the man. He walked up to the man and pointed at the man's chest with his finger. "Here is 5000 US dollars."
"I want my car back, a simple request."
"Are you afraid of being reckoned with by Queen Qiu?"
"Then I'll give you one last chance."
A series of words fell, and the man opened his mouth several times and swallowed them back.
John took money from his pocket again. Fudge's eyes changed. Is that pocket connected to the safe?
Why do you feel like there’s so much money in there?
"Fifty thousand dollars," John picked up the money and glanced at the others casually, "Who is willing to risk fifty thousand dollars?"
"Your children's school fees, your mother's medical expenses for hospitalization, and your recreational luxuries."
Every time John said something, the expressions of those people changed.
In the end, everyone looked expectantly at the person talking to John.
"One last chance," John said, "who's willing to risk it for me."
"I! I do!" The man with short hair and a flowery shirt ran over and begged the man blocking John, "Rand, my child, he has leukemia, I need the money."
"Shut up!" the man named Rand yelled angrily, "You are breaking the rules!"
"It seems that your salary is higher than that of your friends," John clapped his hands and said meaningfully, "Or you think that he should give up his children in order to work."
"Rand, you are a loyal man, but not a good friend."
When the other two heard this, their eyes changed.
The man who was scolded was even more angry: "So that's what you think, damn Rand!"
"You don't have a lavish wife, you don't have old and frail parents, and you don't have sick children."
The devil's whisper tugs at the angry emotion, "So you can rightfully stifle other people's chance to change."
Fudge pulled John, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
What is this person doing?
When Ferdinand saw John now, he remembered the time when his hand was stabbed.
That madman appears again.
Fear spread among his friends, and anger had already ignited the other three members of Viper.
Seeing that something was not going well, Rand picked up the walkie-talkie and prepared to notify the people inside.
But the father of the child with leukemia exploded. He pushed Rand away and hit the wall. He took out a switchblade from his pocket and stabbed Rand in the stomach.
Knife after knife.
His inner demon was awakened.
Until the walkie-talkie in Rand's hand fell, the man's face was already covered with splatters of blood.
A murder.
Appearing before the innocent Fudge lawyer.
There was no possibility of him retreating.
Fudge remembered Matt's advice to him.
This person is very dangerous.
John walked behind the excited man and gently placed his hand on the other person's shoulder.
The panting man was soothed like a wild animal.
He couldn't believe it, what had he done?
Looking at the dead Rand, horror emerged in his heart.
He was afraid that since this was the person who killed the Viper Gang, he would definitely be wanted.
"Shh-" John helped the man up and raised his fingers to make a quiet gesture.
"You are brave, yes, brave."
John used a hundred-dollar bill to gently hold the blood-stained blade of the switchblade.
The other party allowed John to take away the murder weapon.
"I-I killed someone."
The man's mind was in chaos, and he would do things he regretted when his mind got hot.
"No, no, no," John patted his shoulder hard with his right hand, his expression full of seriousness and approval, "What I saw was not a criminal, but an angry father."
"You are a warrior. Your son is lucky to have a father who is willing to be crazy about him as he grows up."
The man's panic gradually stabilized, and he urgently needed someone to excuse himself, even if it was a lie.
He looked at John blankly, "Is it true?"
"Can you ask them, are they willing to take the lives of others for the sake of the one they love most?" John led him and turned around to the other two members of the Viper Gang.
As two people who witnessed the murder, they were extremely nervous.
I had never noticed before that this honest man could kill someone.
"Life forces you to go astray," John put the promised money into the other person's hand that let go of the knife, and whispered, "Now, you should learn to change."
"They are not Rand, they are people like you."
"You know what to do, they're your people."
"Think about your child. He is young and has many years left to need your protection."
John let go of his hand, and the man looked at the money in his hand, and then at the person in front of him.
Take out [-] from the [-] and put them into the hands of the other two people.
"I will use the remaining [-], [-] for my child's treatment expenses, [-] for Rand's family, and the other [-] for our business expenses."
He watched the people in front of him gradually change from fear to hesitation, and continued: "I hope you will join me. The Viper Gang is no longer a place for us to stay."
"We can change places, Harold, your mother needs treatment in a nursing home, Vincent, your father-in-law needs you to prove yourself."
The two fell silent. Each of these gangsters had their own family reasons for falling.
They finally reached out and said, "Thank you, Beard."
They accept Beard's invitation, and the angry father gets the key to the second road from a stranger.
John watched the whole thing, smiling.
"Now, there is one last thing you need to do."
John walked to the door and pushed it open.
"Let me in."
The three of them saw this and did not stop them.
Fudge was in disbelief, and he quickened his pace to catch up with John.
"What are you doing?" Fudge whispered in horror, "You are instigating a crime!"
"What are you talking about, Fudge?" John smiled, "I don't have one."
"I saw it!" Fudge pointed to the closing door, "A murderer was just born!"
John stopped and blinked, "So I killed someone?"
"You, no, no." Fudge felt a breath in his chest.
"Some people cannot be solved by the law." John said, and walked down the stairs leading to the death car. "You can check Rand, and you will find that his death is far more useful than his life."
The voice came slowly.
Fudge's expression changed several times, and finally he snorted coldly: "I will."
He understood that the only way he could leave now was to see John.
This person likes to play with people's hearts.
And life is like a game.
...
Behind the door, a staircase leads down to the underground clubhouse.
It's very lively inside.
The disappearance of Hell and Heaven brings new guests to this illegal zone called Satan's Mansion.
Absorbing the resources of Hell and Heaven, Corey, the owner of Satan's Mansion, was promoted to the new boss of Hell's Kitchen.
In fact, not everyone knows everything about hell and heaven that night.
Corey received the news that it was Night Stalker who did it.
Daredevil?
Daredevil?
Almost everyone thought of the masked vigilante immediately.
That guy wasn't popular with the underground in Hell's Kitchen.
Corey doesn't like Daredevil either.
In the room, huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the conditions of the track outside.
A two-meter-long striped snake crawled on the dead branches.
A man with his clothes open to reveal a snake tattoo on his chest enjoys the service of a woman from a red light district with his eyes closed.
"Damn Daredevil," Corey cursed, "If he hadn't ruined my business, I wouldn't have been reprimanded by Madam Gao."
He took over the contraband business in Hell and Heaven, and Mrs. Gao didn't care who sold the contraband for her.
But there is a prerequisite, they must be safe.
Corey, who was targeted by Daredevil, came under suspicion. He used the human body to transport contraband and conducted transactions through the Death Racer.
Everything was going smoothly, but Daredevil knew the news here from somewhere and broke in unexpectedly.
It also ruined a business.
"The Russians also need to deal with the human trafficking. Daredevil cost me more than 10,000 today."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Corey pushed the woman away and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to stare down.
"Tonight's death car must be powerful enough to make me empty the wallets of those wealthy people!"
The large striped snake hissed and slid down the dead wood.
The woman in the red light district screamed, and the big snake slowly slithered towards the woman.
He laughed cruelly as he watched the woman panic.
...
"Um--"
"what--"
"Uh--"
Neon lights create a blurry atmosphere.
A series of low, suppressed and painful screams sounded in the aisle leading to the death speed car.
Matt was sweating profusely, his upper body clothes were torn apart, and he was breathing heavily like a wild animal.
His hands were making regular movements, pressing against the man's head and hitting him crazily.
Do not misunderstand.
He was beating people up.
The clothes on my body were also torn off because the quality was not up to standard.
A final knee knock brought the man down, and Matt stumbled back, leaning against the wall.
Blood dripped from his fists.
He was not a superman. He faced so many people in a row. It was thanks to Murdock's willpower that he persisted and did not fall.
Holding on to the wall and moving forward slowly, the wounds on his clothes were shocking.
"Keep it up, Matt," he said to himself.
The smell coming from the room made him discover the secret here.
The so-called death racing is to use this game to trade contraband.
This is a rigged game, and no matter what, only the people from the Satanic Mansion will win.
The losers will be eliminated and drained of their final value.
Opening the door, he smelled a pungent smell.
This is a transport room, and a large bag of contraband is quietly placed there.
Matt picked up the bag and walked outside quickly.
Just his entry also made people discover it.
Another group of people blocked his way, and he finally succeeded in breaking through after all the hard work.
Another scar added to the body.
He stumbled and ran outside, opened a door at random and hid in it.
He hid in a toilet stall, blood oozing from his wound.
"Fudge, wait for me here."
"Where are you going?"
"bathroom."
A conversation reached my ears.
Then the door opened.
Footsteps sounded in the toilet, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Outside the cubicle where Matt was hiding, the footsteps stopped.
"I think you need help."
sounded.
The big bag in Matt's hand fell down with a dull sound.
He opened the door, looking pale and weak: "Yes, I need help."
"Mr. Wick."
...
