The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing how he had angered him.
He was not the one who was cheated, and he was not a member of the gang that controlled the block. He was not even a relative or friend of those people, so why did he just rush up and beat people
And they didn't even give me a chance to explain myself. If I said a word, they would beat me to death!
After his eyes fell on the revolver, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at several helpers hiding in the dark, and found that they did not dare to step forward to stop him. His heart sank slowly.
He didn't dare threaten Lumian anymore, nor did he dare to resist. He said tremblingly:
"I, I can't count it. I don't have that much money."
"How disappointing! I'm just short of 100,000 Fel Gold." Lumian said with a smile, expressing his regret. "Who taught you the magic of counting money? And who came up with the idea of the god of sickness?"
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and remained silent without answering.
Lumian calmly opened the pistol's cylinder and showed the other party the several yellow bullets inside.
Then he closed the revolver and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.
… …
"Messenger?" Morgana raised her eyebrows.
Morgana smiled and shouted at the top of her voice:
The middle-aged man looked flustered and extremely frightened.
“It always hurts to give. Well, nothing seems simple, but once you actually do it, you’ll find it’s difficult. Nothing seems complicated, but it’s full of twists and turns, and it almost kills you.”
The banknotes and silver coins I had on me amounted to less than eight hundred filgin.
Morgana laughed and whispered again:
The other guard hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up shooting at the crowd, and we rushed into the house.
Morgana was silent for a while and said:
Old Lumian and my family, who were about to move, were suddenly surrounded in the living room by nearly a hundred debt collectors led by Janna. The area was stacked up layer upon layer, making it impossible to get a leak.
"What's the name of the messenger of the god of sickness? Where do you live? What does he look like? You're short of money recently, so you want to visit me."
Morgana said to the woman and man who were holding the swindlers:
You said as you walked towards the small door menacingly.
"You, you know."
"What is this? It's bad to believe in evil gods and be a liar!"
Just as Lumian said the last number, the middle-aged woman shouted in fear:
Inside a steam cathedral that looks like a large factory.
After a few seconds, you stammered:
“You are here to ask for compensation, but the court hasn’t made a ruling yet!
Janna knew that Morgana needed gold, and the compensation she received was in the form of various gold ornaments, with the price of pure gold being worth 3,000 Fel gold.
Outside, there are eight women who are about to leave quietly.
Jannah flinched, grabbed the guard's arm, and slammed me to the ground, causing the gun to fall out.
"That's right, is it okay for a little family to have a bad exchange?"
At the same time, Morgana muttered in her heart:
In the face of public outrage, Janna no longer needs to do any more "instigation", because no one will help you accomplish that task.
We were certain that there would be no reaction if we fired directly at the crowd. We just felt that compared to the huge crowd of debt collectors, the two of us looked so thin and lonely, like a broken log facing a flood.
… …
Morgana immediately followed Janna to old Lumian's house. I asked the middle-aged woman a few more questions, and before I could squeeze out more information, I stood up and said to the women and men who had just been deceived and were now silent:
"I'm here to collect your money!" Jenna took the pistol from Mrs. Edmund and pointed it at old Lumienne. "There must be compensation. You all have to go alive. Let's see who dies first today!"
That's still pretty unintimidating.
"All you know is that I'm short and thin, with very pale skin, as if I've been seriously ill, gray-blue eyes, and long white hair, just like the secretaries of those poor bosses.
Charlie's expression froze as soon as he saw it.
"It's the 'Messenger'!"
"Charlie pays!"
Before her psychological defenses were breached, the middle-aged woman completely gave up the idea of luck and said in one breath:
The other couple were very angry and wanted to send the swindler to the police station, while others were timid, thinking that the swindler had no accomplices in his life and would definitely come to take revenge.
Morgana met Janna and the happy debt collectors in the building at 5 Selbu Avenue.
To instigate one person, you must talk to me, but to instigate a group of people, you must talk to everyone. As long as you can grasp the situation accurately, instigate at least a few people and pay attention to maintaining the wind direction, these instigated people will become helpers of the "instigator" and instigate fewer people for you, and the number will get smaller and smaller like a snowball.
Seeing the pistol, Mrs. Edmund and others who were at the back consciously quickened their pace.
We are the scammers' accomplices, responsible for resorting to violence when necessary.
"I'll come to see you once a week. You know how to find me."
"So slow?" I asked in surprise.
"The advice of the 'magician' man is really wrong. Frequent venting is really not good for the weak body and mind.
But you have a way to get away for now, go over and ask.
"I'm sure you can't pay for me to do a striptease!"
Later, when I approached the middle-aged woman, Morgana had quietly used the "Face of Nether" to slightly change her appearance, making people associate me with the wanted criminal Geng Binan Li.
Before "instigating" several teenagers who were waiting for compensation in the distance, Xiao Jia became more and more angry. No one had spontaneously gone to find other victims or victims' families, and urged Geng Bin to lead us to quickly block the factory owner named Lumian.
boom!
As they were being herded toward the neighborhood where old Lumienne lived, Janna suddenly realized:
"If you kill us or cripple us, will there be no compensation
“They are two sons of bitches, if they don’t have the guts, just shoot, shoot at you!
Janna continued, using "Instigation":
In the evening, Morgana found that she actually had something to do and was temporarily free.
You said to Morgana:
There was no reaction to this prank just now, you are really a gift...
Is he a believer in the true evil god, or a liar who uses the name of the gods to make money, or neither? Morgana took the right wheel away from the middle-aged woman's forehead, patted the other's cheek that was still intact with it, and said with a smile:
Moreover, we know that the boss and his family have sold a small part of their assets and are packing their bags to leave Tewail in two days to hide in the province for a while. Will I take two injured and disabled bodyguards with me? Will I take the opportunity to refuse compensation
"Look at you guys. Your compensation hasn't even been paid for years. Are they sure they can get their own pension from this old miser? Our family might run away tomorrow!"
"Three, two..." Every time Lumian said a number, the finger on the trigger moved back a distance.
The two guards were stunned when they heard this.
Morgana said "Oh":
"I meant it badly. I accidentally fired the gun. Did it scare him?"
Old Lumien held the right wheel and shouted tremblingly:
I thought happily:
Morgana had no hesitation at all. She just raised the right wheel and fired eight shots in a row.
I just said that without feeling.
The middle-aged woman's heart was beating wildly and a pool of liquid was rapidly oozing out of her body.
In fact, none of these women and men were the middle-aged woman's helpers, responsible for cooperating with me in preaching and defrauding money. In this scene, they dared not say anything and turned their eyes to the people next to them.
"What are they going to do?"
"You're worried that we'll take revenge on you." Morgana said to the women and men with a smile.
Morgana listened quietly as you expressed your opinions, her eyes casually glancing at the people watching in the distance.
Mrs. Edmund, who was frightened by the gunshot, picked up the semi-automatic pistol. Although she knew how to use it, her courage was waning and she ran to the door cursing.
The palms of the two guards were covered with sweat. Our vision was blocked and all we could see were heads. We immediately knew how many debt collectors had come.
"Wait till you go to the Breeze Ballroom to get the money."
"They have enough shitty bullets, can they kill all of you? If they can, each of you can bite them to death!"
Morgana nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the trembling liar and my injured accomplices:
"Take us to the nearest, uh, steam church."
… …
The women and men nodded heavily, and walked into the church with the gang of swindlers, carrying long baguettes of white wheat bread, with blood dripping all the way.
"You buy everyone a drink!"
5 Selby Lane, at the junction of the Observatory Area and the Botanical Gardens.
The middle-aged woman shook her head in panic:
The facts are right in front of us!
The two guards at the door looked at the dozens or even a hundred people with excited expressions, took out their legally confiscated semi-automatic pistols, and shouted:
On the other side, Janna, who was gathered with Mrs. Edmund and others, took the time to look in Morgana's direction to find out what the "hunter" companion had discovered and what he was doing.
"After sending us to the priest, they will ask us to tell the story of the magic trick of changing money and the god of illness. If we want to tell it, they will tell it for us."
"Here, sell those to him."
“The messenger of the god of sickness!
The eight accomplices of the scam fell to the ground wailing, all of them were shot in the knees or thighs, and blood was flowing everywhere.
I leisurely returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel and retreated to the ground floor bar, where I saw Charlie holding a beer and bragging to a group of people.
Seeing this, Janna ran to the back and shouted to the two guards:
"Md, the cash, gold and other valuables outside my house are enough to pay your compensation, and there's even less left. That includes the assets I haven't sold yet. I've delayed for so long and still have to pay!"
"He decides… "
"They heard it too. That guy wanted to cheat them out of their money. Are they going to let me go just like that?"
One of the guards instinctively followed the procedure, raised his left hand, and fired a shot into the air to intimidate the target, while the other tried to reach out and subdue the handsome man who looked like he had some fighting ability.
If it was someone else, he thought the other party would not shoot him in the street, but the man in front of him had been beating people to death for no reason from the very beginning. It was hard to say whether he would go even crazier and shoot directly.
"You also expected it to be so slow, and you also made a mistake and no one called the police. As a result, you surrounded Geng Bin'an and my family and threatened them a few times. Then I gave in and paid according to the list.
As the guards stood firm, Geng Bin had already walked to the door, followed closely by the small group of debt collectors.
Janna pursed her lips:
As seventy or eighty people cheered in unison, Morgana added:
A group of women and men in tattered clothing swarmed behind the beige eight-story building.
Old Geng Bin'an's hands began to tremble, as if he had some disease.
"I found you, taught you some great magic, and told you things about the God of Sickness. I asked you to help me recruit believers. I will give you half of the money I receive."
Seeing Morgana lift the right wheel again, I quickly added:
Two minutes later, Morgana left quickly, but even faster than me were the policemen who were chasing after her.
Morgana put away the right wheel and watched quietly at the door.
"Stop!"
Morgana laughed:
Morgana glanced at me and smiled again:
That is indeed a problem.
The victims, who were expressing their own thoughts, suddenly became still, just like the crowd watching them, as if they had turned into statues.