Chapter 1763 - 908: Rain and Blood

At the beginning, there was a dull thunderclap.

Since the morning, the ominous clouds shrouding the entire Gray Port were gradually darkening, like a leaden plate, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

In the stifling heat, even if you open the window, the air that blows in is sticky and humid, giving the feeling that one is like mold spreading in a crevice.

The ceiling fan spins, stirring the air, while the television in the room continues to broadcast news about the Seven Cities being attacked by an unknown assailant…

"Ha, it's Brother Zong!"

On the huge leather sofa, the man chewing gum laughed heartily, pointing at the flames emerging from the thick fog, "It must be Brother Zong's handiwork!"

Look at what I said? As soon as Sixth Master makes a move, Ling Shuo, that traitor, will immediately die without a grave… A few days later at the celebration banquet, everyone can get a red envelope again!

Hey, Sinker, hey, are you listening?"

"Huh? I… what did you just say?"

The young man, daydreaming by the window, turned around absentmindedly, just about to speak, when suddenly there was a loud noise outside the window.

Boom!!!

Gray Port shook, even the windows rattled and buzzed.

Sinker's face turned pale instantly, and he jumped up instinctively, "Are they firing cannons? Are the Seven Cities attacking?"

"Damn, that's called thunder!"

Paisent rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Don't scare yourself, it's a good thing Brother Zong is not here, seeing you like this, he might as well give you a couple of punches!

You just joined, show some backbone!

When you worked for the syndicate before and stabbed Ah Qi, weren't you quite tough too?"

"…I… I accidentally hit him…"

Sinker opened his mouth to speak, "I just saw him there… I… I just… didn't even stab him, just slashed him once…"

"Whatever, he died in the end, didn't he?"

Paisent waved his hand impatiently, "Kid, you're lucky, caught Scar Uncle's eye, being able to mix with Brother Zong is the luck of your life, keep yourself together, don't make a fuss out of everything, look at you, so cowardly!"

"I, I just heard…"

"Hearing doesn't count for anything, after today, that double-dealer Ling Shuo will be turned to ash, what's there to fear?"

"If those Seven Cities guys, I mean, if they opt for a mutual destruction…" Sinker hesitated, asking in a low voice, "What if it's like in the Iron Hook District…"

Paisent was amused, laughing heartily, "You think this is the Iron Hook District?

Do you know how many people are in Gray Port? This is the true core of the West Sea, a must-pass for many routes, both the Federation and the Empire have consulates and offices here!

That bunch of bastards would need the courage of a lion to dare to launch missiles here? Don't mention Ling Shuo, even if someone named Ji had a hundred thousand guts, he wouldn't dare to launch one here!

Even if a brick fell on the consulate, it would be an international incident, and his life would be forfeit!"

Sinker fell silent for a while, having nothing to say.

But amidst the thunder, he felt increasingly irritable, instinctively touching his pocket and pulling out a lighter, only to have Paisent glare at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Smoking."

"Smoke outside, Scar Uncle hates the smell of smoke, if he sees even a bit of ash when he comes back, he'll kill you!" Paisent pointed outside the door, "Quit smoking early, that stuff is harmful!"

"Damn it!"

Sinker cast a glance at the card in Paisent's hand that was still smeared with powder, and laughed in anger, "Your stuff isn't exactly healthy either!"

Under the corridor outside the door, Sinker found a secluded spot, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and amidst the rising smoke, he looked back at the house behind him.

A four-story imperial-style villa, the courtyard growing clusters of palm trees and flowers, the bricks and tiles were exquisite, a lot of paintings hung in the grand hall, looking luxurious and wealthy.

So rich.

A few months ago, he was still scrambling for food in the shantytowns, and couldn't even dream of living in such a place. Although he was just a gatekeeper doing chores for Scar Uncle, at least he could see it.

Scar Uncle was Brother Zong's confidant, it's said the house was given to him by Brother Zong.

Sinker smoked, sighing, wondering whether he could ever achieve such a place after a lifetime working in the syndicate…

Even if he couldn't, it was better than curling up in the shantytown for a lifetime, right?

Those neighbors who raised him, after hearing he had joined the syndicate, didn't dare to associate anymore, but if he hadn't joined, how could he repay that old gambler's debts?

Should he beg for food to support his younger brother and sister?

He sunk into aimless thoughts as suddenly he heard a hiss; large raindrops began to fall erratically from the sky, landing on his cigarette butt, extinguishing it.

He pulled out his lighter again, trying to relight it, but in the strong wind, even the lighter wouldn't work.

In just a few seconds, the heavy curtain of rain swallowed everything, the rumbling noise, making even the scene a few steps away hard to see.

Dimly hearing Paisent inside the house shouting for him to go close the window.

"Damn it!"

He irritably crushed the cigarette into a ball and threw it into a trash can, suddenly feeling a chill on his neck, a drop of rainwater leaking from the eaves dripped onto his collar.

So cold, so icy, so…

Heavy?

It didn't feel like rainwater, rather like a block of iron.

He paused, hearing the continuous pattering sound, like countless glass beads colliding, instinctively reaching toward his collar, but felt the rain's dampness was so viscous.

Raising his fingers, he saw the metallic color at his fingertips, so dazzling.