The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing where he had angered him.

He wasn't the one who was deceived, the gang members who controlled this neighborhood didn't have him, and he wasn't a relative or friend of those people, so why did he just rush up and beat people?

And don't give a chance to defend at all, if you say a word, you will be beaten to death!

His eyes fell on the revolver, and the middle-aged man looked sideways at several helpers hiding in the shadows, and found that they didn't dare to step forward to stop them, and his heart suddenly sank slowly.

He didn't dare to threaten Lumian anymore, nor did he dare to resist anymore, and said in a trembling voice:

"I, I can't count, I didn't bring that much money."

"What a disappointment for me, I'm short of 100,000 Feldin." Lumian smiled and said words of regret, "Who taught you the magic of counting money?" Who came up with the idea of being sick?"

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and remained silent without answering.

Lumian unhurriedly opened the pistol wheel and showed the other party a few yellow bullets inside.

Then, he closed the wheel and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.

"III.II. With each number Lumien, the finger on the trigger pressed back for a distance.

The middle-aged man's eyes were flustered, and he was terrified.

If it was someone else, he felt that the other party would not shoot him in the street, but the person in front of him was beaten to death for no reason from the beginning, and it is difficult to say whether he would be a little more crazy and shoot directly.

Just before Lumian could say the last number, the middle-aged man shouted in fear, "It's the 'messenger'!"

"Emissary?" Lumien raised an eyebrow.

After being broken through the psychological defense, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of luck and said in one breath: "The messenger of the sick god!"

"He came to me, taught me some little magic, and told me about the sick god, and asked me to help him develop believers, and he received half of the money he received and half of me."

Is it a believer who believes in a true evil god, or a liar who collects money in the name of the gods, or both?

Lumian withdrew the revolver from the middle-aged man's forehead, patted the other party's still intact cheek with it, and said with a smile: "That's right, can't we communicate well?"

Bang!

A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the revolver and burrowed into a severed street tree not far away.

Lumian let out an "oh": "I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?"

The middle-aged man's heart was pounding, and the puddle of liquid under him slowly overflowed.

Lumian glanced at him and smiled again:

"What is the name of the messenger of the sick god, where does he live, and what does he look like? I've been short of money lately and want to visit him. ”

At the same time, Lumian muttered in his heart: I didn't react to that prank just now, I really wasn't the Giver...

The middle-aged man shook his head in a panic: "I, I don't know."

After seeing Lumian raise the revolver again, he hurriedly added:

"All I know is that he was tall and thin, with very white skin, as if he had been seriously ill, with gray-blue eyes, and black hair, not long, just like the secretaries of those rich bosses.

"He comes to me once a week, and I don't know how to find him."

On the other side, Jana, who had gathered with Mrs. Morgana and the others, took the time to glance in the direction of Lumian, not knowing what the fellow "hunter" had found and what he was doing.

But she couldn't get out for the time being, so she went over to ask.

After "instigating" several people in the neighborhood who had been waiting for compensation for many years, the more they talked, the more angry they became, and some people had already spontaneously gone to other victims or victims' families, and urged Jane to lead them to hurry up and block the factory owner named Edmund.

Under the anger of the crowd, Jane Na no longer needs to do more "instigation", and someone has helped her complete this matter.

As she was being swept towards the neighborhood where old Edmund lived, Jane had an enlightenment:

If you want to instigate a person, you must talk to him, but if you want to instigate a group of people, you don't have to talk to everyone, as long as you can grasp the situation, do a good job of instigating the first few people, and pay attention to maintaining the direction of the wind, those who are instigated will become the helpers of the "instigator", instigating more people for her, and it will snowball bigger and bigger.

Lumian did not immediately follow Jane to the old Edmund's house, he asked the middle-aged man a few more words, and after confirming that he could not squeeze out more information, he stood up and said to the women who had been deceived just now and were now watching the excitement:

"You also heard that this guy wants to cheat you out of your money, do you want to let him go like this?"

When approaching the middle-aged man before, Lumian had quietly used the "Nisser Face", slightly changing his appearance so that people would not associate him with the wanted criminal Lumian. Lee is linked.

One of the women was actually a middle-aged man's helper, responsible for cooperating with him in preaching and swindling money.

The other women were furious and wanted to take the scammer to the police station, while others cowered, thinking that the scammer must have an accomplice and might retaliate afterwards.

Lumien listened quietly as they expressed their opinions, his gaze casually scanning the nearby onlookers.

Inside, three men were about to leave quietly.

They are accomplices of the crooks and are responsible for resorting to violent means when necessary.

Without any hesitation, Lumian directly raised the revolver and fired three shots in a row.

The three crook accomplices fell to the ground wailing, all of them in the crooked leg or in the lower leg, and bleeding profusely.

"Don't worry about their revenge." Lumian smiled at the women.

The victims, who were each speaking their thoughts, froze for a moment, as if they had become statues, just like the crowd of onlookers.

After a few seconds, they stammered, "You decided. …”1

Lumian nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the trembling liar and his wounded accomplices, "Set them up to the nearest church, uh, steam."

Junction of the Observatory District and the Botanical Garden, 5 Selbe Boulevard.

A crowd of men and women in old clothes poured into the beige three-story building.

The two guards at the door looked at the dozens of people with excited expressions, took out the semi-automatic pistols they were legally possessed, and shouted: "Stop!"

Seeing the pistol, Mrs. Morgana and the others, who rushed to the front, unconsciously slowed down.

It's still very deterrent.

Seeing this, Jaina ran directly to the front, and shouted in front of the two guards: "We are here to ask for compensation, and the court has already decided!"

"You two bitches raised you, shoot me if you have the guts!

"Do you have enough shit bullets to kill us all? If not, we can kill you with one bite!"

She said as she walked menacingly towards the door.

The palms of the two guards were drenched with a layer of sweat, and their vision was blocked, and all they saw were human heads, and they didn't know how many debt collectors had come.

They weren't sure how they would react by shooting directly at the crowd, only that they felt so thin and lonely compared to a black debt collector, like broken logs in the face of a flood.

Jane Na continued to move forward, using "instigation":

"If you are killed or crippled by us, will there be compensation?

"Look at us, we've been paying for years, and you're sure you'll get your own pension from that old miser? The family might be running away tomorrow!"

The two guards were stunned.

This is indeed a problem.

Moreover, they know that the boss's family has sold most of their assets, is packing their bags, and will leave Trier in two days to hide in the provinces for a while, will he bring two injured and disabled bodyguards? Will it take the opportunity to pay the compensation?

The facts are right in front of you!

The guards hesitated, but Janna reached the door, followed by a large group of debt collectors.

One of the guards instinctively followed the procedure, raised his right hand and fired a shot into the sky to deter the target, while the other tried to reach out and subdue the seemingly ineffective Qingli girl.

Jaina shrank and grabbed the guard's arm, slamming him to the ground, causing the gun to slide out.

Frightened by the sound of the gunshot, Mrs. Morgana picked up the semi-automatic pistol, and although she could not use it, she grew bold and ran to the door cursing.

The other guard hesitated for a moment, then gave up shooting at the crowd and was charged into the house.

Old Edmund and his family, who were about to transfer, were suddenly surrounded in the living room by nearly a hundred debt collectors, Janena, layer upon layer, airtight.

Old Edmund took the revolver and shouted tremblingly, "What are you going to do?"

"Come and ask for our money!" Jaina took the pistol from Mrs. Morgana, aimed it at old Edmund and said, "If there is no reparation, we will not be able to live, and today it will be up to us to see who dies first!"

Old Edmund's hands trembled, as if he were suffering from some kind of disease.

Outside a steam church shaped like a small factory.

Lumian said to the woman who was in the gang of crooks:

"Send them to the priest, and let them tell them all about the magic of money and the sick god, and if they don't tell them, you will tell them for them."

The women nodded heavily, and walked into the church with a gang of loguettes and rye bread and crooks, blood dripping down the road.

Lumian put away the revolver and watched quietly at the door.

He thought happily:

"Ms. Magician's advice is true, and it is really good for your physical and mental health to vent once in a while.

"It's not good to believe in evil gods, and you can be a liar!"

After two minutes, Lumian walked away slowly, slower than him by the police officers who were chasing after him.

Lumian meets Jaanna and the delighted debt collectors from outside the building at 5 Selbe Avenue.

"So fast?" He asked, a little stunned.

Jaina pursed her mouth:

"I didn't expect it to be so soon, I was ready for someone to call the police and deal with the police, and as a result, as soon as we surrounded old Edmund and his family, and after a few threats, he gave in and began to give money according to the list.

"MD, the cash, gold and other valuable items in his house add up to enough for our compensation, and there are even left, not counting his assets that have not yet been sold, he has not paid for so long!"

Lumian laughed:

"It's always heart-wrenching to pay, well, some things seem complicated, but as long as you really do it, you will find it easy, and some things, thought simple, will have twists and turns, almost fatal."

He was inspired by this.

Jane knew that Lumian needed gold, and the indemnity she received was all kinds of gold ornaments, and the price of pure gold was worth 3,000 filkins.

She said to Lumian, "Well, I'll sell you these."

Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "Wait until I go to the Breeze Ballroom to get the money."

The sum of the banknotes and silver coins on his body was more than six hundred Filgin.

In the evening, Lumian found that he had nothing to do, and became very idle for the time being.

He leisurely returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, entered the basement bar, and saw Charlie holding a beer, bragging with a group of people.

Lumian smiled and shouted at the top of his throat, "I'll invite everyone to a drink!"

Amid the cheers of the twenty and thirty people in unison, Lumian added, "Charlie pays!"

Charlie's expression froze suddenly.

Lumian smiled and shouted again, "If he dances a striptease, then I can pay for him!"