Spare Me, Great Lord!

Coral carefully stored the refresher fruits in her own invisible storage equipment and sealed it up. She could not tell anyone about this secret. If others knew that Lu Shu had this kind of item, it would cause a lot of trouble.

Coral believed that many would want this fruit, for example the Bishop from the Department of Faith Theory.

But why did Lu Shu not call her to tell her about this? Even a sentence would do. It was as if she had lost all contact with him. Thinking about this, Coral became angry again…

Men could not completely understand women…

Coral did not throw away the refresher fruits. Lu Shu heaved a sigh of relief. At least she could eat it later, right? If the refresher fruit was able to relieve her pain, then he would not have to worry so much.

Till now, Lu Shu did not understand how Coral had become what she was now. Was this the after effect of the Odin bloodline?

Before long, Lu Shu felt a massive wave of energy coming from Coral’s room. The Spirit Qi in the surroundings were being drawn in like a whirlpool. All the Spirit Qi within a kilometer radius was sucked dry.

Lu Shu could feel the massive spout of Spirit Qi. When he felt this, he knew that Coral had probably eaten the refresher fruit. If not, there would not be such a large disturbance.

All the sensory types on the island could probably sense this…

The people from the Cartel had thoroughly beaten up the people from the Black Hand and the Department of Faith Theory. With fifty people surrounding them, some could not even squeeze in to attack them…

As they were being beaten up, they heard the people in the outer circle say, “You have attacked for too long. Let me beat them up too.” When they heard this, they fell into a state of despair…

After the fight ended, Lu Shu had earned over 40 thousand distress points. Some of the members of the Cartel also provided him with distress points when Isaac and the rest hit them.

But Cartel was a mysterious organization. If it were any other organization, they would just kill their enemies. They would not have to bear a grudge. They would be willing to quarrel openly, or even approach their enemies quietly.

But the Cartel was different. They came on a grand scale. Once they heard that they were going to beat up the Black Hand, the various acrobatic troops had rushed over. They were a very happy group.

After they finished fighting, they realized that the door of the inn was damaged. Some of the Cartel members had been fighting at the door. They fished out money from their pockets to compensate for this…

The lady refused, but the Cartel insisted that they were not people who destroyed the property of others without compensating for it.

Was this how the Italians were? Lu Shu returned to the inn and looked up the Black Hand. He found out that the Black Hand was also a very mysterious group.

“Black Hand” was not their original name. At first, they earned their money by extorting others. They wrote letters and stuffed them in letter boxes, forcing them to put a certain amount of money in the corner postbox by a certain date. There was a knife and a black hand at the end of the letter.

This was the origin of the Black Hand’s name. After this spread among the civilians, Patrick heard about it and felt that the name was not bad. He thus decided to name his organization Black Hand.

Later on, someone complained that the black hand at the end of the letter was too ugly. Patrick spent a lot of money to hire a designer as he was unable to swallow this insult.

When Lu Shu saw this, he felt that the Black Hand was not worth his attention…

The sturdy Metahuman, Isaac, and the rest remained on the floor and acted dead. They made sure that all the members of the Cartel had left before they struggled to get to their feet and leave. This way, Lu Shu would be the only Metahuman left in the inn.

Lu Shu felt that this was good. It kept this place clean.

As he leisurely went upstairs, Lu Shu wanted to look at the hotel opposite. He saw Coral standing at the window on the third floor looking around, as if she was finding something.

Lu Shu thought about Coral’s tears earlier and felt slightly afraid. He drew the curtains.

Before long, a piece of paper was stuck on the window. It said, “I have seen you. Stop hiding.”

Lu Shu thought. Did she mean that she could see him? How sharp were her eyes? He looked down at the window, but did not see Coral. It was as if she was hiding behind that piece of paper, happily waiting for his reaction.

Suddenly, Lu Shu realized that there were many mysterious distress points recorded in his system’s back end. There were one or two hundred names, perhaps even more. To his surprise. Lu Shu even found Francesco’s name.

“What’s happening?” Lu Shu was dumbfounded. “Did Isaac and the rest report this so quickly?”

Little did he know that when Coral pasted this piece of paper, the people from the organizations who were watching her… all thought that Coral was referring to them!

While Coral was playing an interesting game with Lu Shu, those who had been watching Coral took action. They had to switch location. How were they exposed so easily…

Some did not take action. They wanted to see whether the Deities were tricking them. Francesco hid behind the window and drew the curtains, then stared at that piece of paper. Another piece of paper was stuck on the window. “There is no use drawing the curtains.”

“From Francesco Russo’s distress, +666!”

Francesco took a deep breath. He turned around and said, “We have to switch location.”

Was there such a coincidence in this world? Her words were too specific!

“Have our intentions been exposed?” Someone asked.

“Most likely not.” Francesco shook his head. “Although they have found out that we have been watching them, they probably do not know what we want to do. After all, many organizations are ready to take action. We can hide among these organizations. She would think that everyone had their eyes on the World Tree, when we are really aiming for her!”

“What if she knows?”

“Sardinia is only so big.” Francesco laughed coldly. “Once our manpower arrives, where can she run to?”

He looked back at the window with two pieces of paper. He was about to lead the rest to leave, but he saw another piece of paper stuck on the window. “Fool.”

“From Francesco Russo’s distress, +999!”

This was too much!

He, Francesco, had never been insulted like this!

But Francesco felt that something was not right. “Fool.” Why did it sound like a young girl’s words? When old men fought, they would be very rude. Who would use words like fool and idiot…

But Francesco felt that he was being insulted greatly in this environment…

“From Francesco Russo’s distress, +999!”