Chapter 37: All of You Have Finally Returned
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âDrats, Forbes is still outside!â Lin Ke fished out his weapons and rushed out in one big stride.
Forbes was still happily searching the corpses outside.
The Jack Gang thugs didnât have much cash on them, but there were simply too many of them. When put together, it still accumulated to a fairly considerable amount.
Forbes also found many interesting little trinkets on them, especially small squarish boxes. He had also found these things on the Machinery Holy Cult fanatics previously. Lin Ke had even filled him in about their function-they were used to protect firearms-at that time.
âThese thugs sure are meticulous. Even though there arenât as many sandstorms in Sand City as there are in the Gobi, all of them still insist on outfitting their beloved guns with protective covers nevertheless. As expected of city dwellers!â 1
Forbes then stuffed all these still-sealed-in-packaging âgun coversâ into his backpack and mumbled softly, âBoss has quite a few guns. Nothing will go wrong with preparing a few more gun covers.â
Forbes had only just stored them all into his backpack when he suddenly heard a series of hasty footsteps coming from the dim alley outside.
Although he was naive, Forbes wasnât a fool. He immediately realized that the people approaching them from outside didnât carry any good intentions. He slipped the backpack onto his back and ran toward the building to inform Lin Ke.
Lin Ke coincidentally also ran out of the building at this point. The moment he spied Forbes, he immediately pulled him inside.
âBoss, there are so many people outside!â
Lin Ke pushed Forbes into the building and instructed, âHide inside. Without my permission, youâre not to come out.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
After watching Forbes hide himself in the building, Lin Keâs heart was finally put at ease. He couldnât help but sigh inwardly to himself. Good thing that this fellowâs quick-witted!
Right after that, Lin Ke promptly chose to level up and adjust his condition to the most optimal state.
[Leveling up from Lv7 to Lv8 will consume 4,500 EXP. Will you level up? Yes/No] 1
Yes!
During his exchange of blows with John earlier, Johnâs kick had depleted one-third of his HP.
He might have to face another big battle now, so Lin Ke naturally needed to return to tip-top condition and not overlook any details.
âBoss, it seems like quite a lot of people have come. Will we die?â
âBe quiet!â
âSob~ Boss, I donât want to die! I havenât even strolled around Sand City muchâ¦â
âSince youâre so scared, should I deploy some army ants to protect you?â
âNo, thereâs no need to do so at all! Boss, you can focus on your business! No need to bother yourself with me!â
Squeak, squeak!
Treasure Hunter Rat stretched out its little fingers-three on one paw, while its other paw was balled into a little fist.
Lin Keâs brows drew together slightly. âThirty people? Thatâs so many of them!â
The people outside had come straight for the base with strong and fierce momentum.
âCould it be the Jack Gangâs arch-enemy, the Pacinos?â
First of all, the Pacino Clanâs turf wasnât far from the Jack Gangâs. Only a block stood between the two.
He had gone on a huge killing spree in the Jack Gang base just now. In particular, the last two shotgun blasts at the end of his fight with Jack had sounded fairly distinct. There was a high chance that the Pacinos had heard the commotion and also managed to get information on the Jack Gangâs matters. Hence, they had brought their men over to make a killing during the chaos.
Apart from the Pacinos, there were also other small forces in the vicinity-such as the Seven-Man Crowd, the Lumont Club, and etc. All of them coveted the Jack Gang baseâs extraordinarily good location.
âNo matter which force it is, I just hope that there wonât be another Elite⦠If we continue to fight on without any limit, weâll probably fight until daybreak.
âSand Condor, can you still enter the field?â
Sand Condor-which was lying weakly on the table-curled up its wing and did a âBy myself, I drink myself drunkâ action.
âAlright, two red wine and beef steak sessions!â
Upon hearing the reward of two upper-class meals, Sand Condor perked up at once and became full of energy.
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âF*ck, we painstakingly charged all the way to the little inn only to come up empty. Why is the car showing up at the baseâs entrance now?â
A man in a gaudy, red suit and wearing shades reached out and stroked the bullet holes on the car hood. He then looked at the front windshield that had totally been shattered as the corners of his lips spasmed.
âMaybe that kid abandoned the car and fled. Someone then saw that the car belongs to us, the Jack Gang, so they sent it back.â
Thanks to them having a strong and powerful boss protecting the turf, the Jack Gang did hold some influence in the vicinity.
âHmph, that must be the case! Itâs just a pity that we let that kid get away!â
The man in the gaudy, red suit smashed his fist against the car hood, causing it to emit a dull thud while he himself grimaced in pain.
âHaha, Old Second, donât put on an act of bravado anymore. Do you think youâre also born a natural at martial arts like Boss? All youâre suited for is practicing swordsmanship in bed.â
âF*ck, donât you think I want Old Crane to take me as a disciple? Wouldnât I have a much higher status and identity than what I do now? Itâs just a shame that Old Crane doesnât teach bedroom techniques; otherwise, Iâd definitely outshine the rest with my aptitude.â
âShh! Stop with your nonsense. If Old Crane hears this, even Boss probably wonât be able to save you.â
âDonât worry; all the ones here are our men. There arenât any outsiders here,â scoffed the man in the gaudy, red suit dismissively.
Then, he stared at the four-eyed fatty and patted his thick, solid belly. âItâs you, Old Third, whose name is becoming more and more famous now! That kid, an outsider, even thought that you-Mr. Cong-were the Jack Gangâs boss when he called!â
The four-eyed fatty smiled naively and quickly waved him off as he said, âDonât tease me anymore. More likely than not, itâs because I have the worst reputation, so he ended up thinking that Iâm the boss. Alright, letâs hurry back and report to Boss.â
At the mention of this, Old Second-the man in the gaudy, red suit-couldnât help but spit again. Gnashing his teeth, he said, âThat kid had better not let me get a hold of him! Otherwise, Iâll definitely skin him!â
The Jack Gang had lost 17 men in two days straight. This was definitely a blow that had rocked their foundation.
If other gangs knew about this, they would definitely seize the opportunity to make trouble for them. And all this was just because of a damn fatty!
On top of that, the most hateful thing right now was that the fellow had immediately run after killing their men. He didnât even drive the car away.
Trying to find someone in Sand Cityâs slums was practically no different from trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Both Old Second and Old Third unanimously felt that the Jack Gang had no choice but to take the secret loss this time.
âFortunately, Old Crane has taken Boss as a disciple. When this piece of news is officially announced next month, the Jack Gangâs status will rise again,â said the bespectacled Old Third as he pushed his black-framed spectacles.
There was no way the news of the Jack Gang losing a bunch of men could be kept under wraps. In that case, heâd have to intentionally spread the news of âOld Crane has taken a new discipleâ these few days. This was to serve as a warning to the gangs eyeing them covetously.
âLetâs hurry up and go in. Maybe the fellow that sent the car back saw the troublemaker, and hence, knows a thing or two about his whereabouts?â suggested Old Third.
Having come up empty and returned in low spirits following their failure, the two of them felt great displeasure.
The sight of the returned car at the base entrance had comforted them slightly, and they placed hope in the person who had returned the car in being able to provide a bit of useful information to them.
The Jack Gang wasnât a major gang in Sand City, but they still felt great displeasure at being played by a fatty that had emerged out of nowhere.
They had always been the ones making trouble for others. Since when did it become someone elseâs turn to make trouble for them? Was this something that they could take lying down?
Especially during this crucial period when Old Crane was about to take their boss as a disciple, causing the Jack Gangâs status to rise along with it. It was highly likely that they would have even more business dealings and that they would take over even more turfs in the upcoming period of time. Werenât these events currently happening just purely an attempt to aggravate them then?
Everyone walked into the alley. After they turned the corner, they could now see the base through the railings.
âF*ck, another blackout? Donât that bunch of sh*t-eating fellows know how to turn on the generator?â The bad-tempered Old Second swore at once.
Old Third frowned slightly, sizing up the building as he walked toward it. He couldnât help but have a foreboding feeling. âThis doesnât seem right? Why is it so quiet inside there? The atmosphere somehow feels very strange. Is there some kind of ploy going on?â
With a smile, the man in the gaudy, red suit replied, âOld Third, youâve read too many conspiracy theories. With Boss in there, what can go wrong? Have they all gone to help because the smuggling ship is here?â
Old Third is certainly adept at coming up with plans and strategies, but he also has a really big fault. Every little thing is a conspiracy and the end of the world to him. Heâs really very timid. 3
âWho knows? Bossâs martial arts are certainly very strong, but it hasnât reached the point where heâs unbeatable, right? The current situation is indeed very strangeâ¦â
Rather annoyed by what Old Third was saying, the man in the gaudy red suit asked as he walked on, âWhoâs carrying a torchlight? Pass one over.â
After searching around for a while, someone finally found a torchlight and passed it to Old Second.
Coincidentally, everyone had also walked over to the main entrance at this point.
With the torchlight in his hand, Old Second cast a glance at Old Third and said, âIâm going to take a look and see just what kind of conspiracy there is.â
Just as he was about to switch on the torchlight, a gust of sand suddenly swept toward them. A sandstorm howled and raged out of nowhere, trapping most of them within it.
âPooh, pooh! What the hell is this?â
âF*ck, why is there suddenly a sandstorm?â
âIt might be a huge sandstorm! Hurry, gather first! Grab one anotherâs hands so that you donât get blown away!â As the brains of the group, Old Third reacted the quickest and hastily shouted, resulting in him getting a mouthful of sand.
In the face of the sudden sandstorm, everyone quickly gathered and huddled together, lest the raging winds blow them away.
A dozen seconds or so later, the sandstorm weakened and gradually abated.
The 30 men-all huddled together-slowly opened their eyes to see that they were still where they had been. Incredibly relieved, all of them felt as if they had just escaped the jaws of death.
âF*ck, that scared me to death! Whatâs with the sandstorm in the middle of the night!â Old Second was so terrified that his legs were shaking. Out of everyone present, he was the lightest, and he was practically a stick. If not for the fact that he had grabbed onto someone else tightly, heâd have been blown away.
Old Third spat out the sand in his mouth and gave his black-framed spectacles a push, somewhat smug. âThis happened 20 years ago as well. At that time, the sandstorm had engulfed the greater half of Sand City and caused quite a number of casualties and deaths. If not for my quick reaction this time, we probably wouldâve died.â
âFine, fine, fine! Youâre impressive, Old Third! I really take my hat off you this time!â Old Second switched on the torchlight as he spoke and shone it into the open-air hall.
At once, it became dead silent!
Old Second quickly switched off the torchlight; his eyes had widened to their limit and beyond. His entire body was frozen stiff as if heâd just seen a ghost and been immobilized by it. Then, he turned his ârustyâ neck around with much difficulty and asked, âDid⦠all of you⦠see⦠that?â
Old Third had also received a pretty serious shock. The visual impact from that scene just now was simply too great, and his legs were shaking intensely.
Every single one of the thugs behind the pair was also sporting deathly pale faces.
The visual impact from the scene-which had entered their sights when the torchlight was switched on-was simply too great. For a moment there, their brains couldnât quite process the visual data.
A trembling Old Third reached out and pointed at the still-in-construction terrace at the side as he said, âJust now, I seemed⦠to have seen⦠Bossâs⦠corpse over thereâ¦â
âF*ck, shut the hell up!â Old Second bellowed, his voice hoarse. He had also seen it, but he didnât dare to voice the truth.
The boss was the Jack Gangâs banner and pillar of support. If he died, one could say that the Jack Gang would be destroyed in a mere instant and split among the other forces covetously eyeing them in the vicinity.
What made it even worse was that with the boss dead, the thugs would enter a state of disunity.
Everyoneâs minds were completely blank now. They only had one thought in their minds now: Just what had happened⦠in the Jack Gang⦠after they had left?!
Old Second was the boldest among them. He stepped forward and took a stride toward the hall.
Right at this point, a voice rang out in the dark. âAll of you have finally returned.â
The voice directly caused everyoneâs incredibly tensed up emotions to snap and break.
Whoosh!
Practically at the same time, all the Jack Gang members pulled out the pistols resting at their waists. At the same time, everyoneâs countenances drastically changed once more!
On top of fear and alarm was still fear and alarm!
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