The doctor didn't care about the black tail who escaped. If you want to live in this city, you must understand what you shouldn't care about and what you can't touch.
"To see your mother?"
The doctor ordered a servant to bandage the wound on his arm for Deadline.
"I just came to see if the old witch was dead."
The expression on Dead Line's face was very terrifying. The doctor took him through the corridor of the clinic to the outside of a ward. Dead Line wanted to take a look and leave.
But suddenly Dead Line felt that in his consciousness... a feeling that had been sealed for a long time was activated.
Looking at the figure in the ward, he couldn't stop crying.
"What's wrong with you?" The doctor frowned and looked at the man crying like a baby.
"I... didn't... just... what's with this thing."
Deadline kept shaking his head in denial, but he kept wiping away his tears. It was too embarrassing to cry loudly in front of outsiders.
But he couldn't help it at all... Deadline's cry was not sadness or pain, but emotion and guilt.
The doctor took a slight step back when he saw the sudden neurotic dead line. The most important thing in this city is people with brain problems.
Deadline has been crying for more than two minutes. After he wiped away the tears on his cheeks, he felt an indescribable sense of relief.
This kind of feeling is like soaking in the quagmire for a long time, and then being pulled up and taking a hot shower, I feel warm all over.
"Black Tail!" Dead Line looked at the wound on his arm, and instantly understood where his state came from.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotion and joy that spewed out of his heart, even though his eyes were still red.
"Lord Dead Line!"
Several of the sewing helpers he sent out had already returned to the clinic. Dead Line turned to look at his men, and found that they walked into the clinic with each other's arms.
Their cheeks and bodies were covered with bruises, and they looked like they had been beaten badly by someone.
"Could it be that the black-tailed guy hired someone to protect it? Who is it! Are those scumbags from the Mud Crocodile Gang?" Deadline was staring at his group of men.
They were awkwardly silent for a while, and the last one whispered the truth.
"A cat beat us up like this."
"what?"
Because that person's voice was too low, the dead line would not be heard clearly for a while.
"Cat, Lord Deadline... The murderer is not from the Mud Crocodile Gang, but an orange cat." The man repeated again.
"You were beaten by a cat? You were beaten so hard that you couldn't even walk!"
Deadline laughed out loud in an instant, he thought his subordinates were joking with him.
"It's true! That cat can use a wooden stick, and it's very powerful! I knocked me to the ground with a stick in the blink of an eye, and it can hit seven of us with one cat!"
"When I recovered, my face was kicked by the cat, and the other brothers basically fell to the ground and couldn't move."
Another of the sewing gang's men explained, and also showed a meat ball mark on his cheek that had not faded away.
But in exchange for it was a dead end of laughter.
"You bastards, don't make excuses! Let that kid go today, let's go! Let's go drink!"
Deadline waved his hand and greeted his subordinates to leave the clinic. Everyone in the sewing gang looked at each other, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.
The Sewing Gang's second-in-command was notoriously grumpy, and they thought they would be punished for failing the mission.
But today, Deadline is in a very good mood. After crying, he is in a really good mood, as if bathing in the spring breeze. He has never been so relaxed in his life.
Everyone in the sewing gang didn't dare to say anything more, and left the clinic following the dead end.
…
Black tail returned to his alchemy room, and the first thing it did was to find a backpack and start packing the valuable things in the room into the backpack.
"This is your means of trading?"
Qiao Xiu controlled the orange cat and jumped to the top of the stone table again, looking at the black tail who was rummaging around.
"You don't understand! Those guys in the sewing gang are all idiots with problems with their brains." Heiwei was still cursing in his mouth, and he stuffed a flask in one hand into his backpack and said, "We have no way to communicate with them! But this film The neighborhood is their turf."
"So you're going to run away like this?" Joshua asked again.
"Then what else can I do, wait for them to come to the door and kill me?"
Blacktail's backpack was ready in a blink of an eye. He opened the curtains and glanced at the street outside. After finding that no one was following them on the street, he prepared to escape.
"The guy called Dead Line, didn't he use the original spar?"
Joshua controlled the orange cat to block Heiwei's path, and at the same time closed the door behind him with his tail.
"But that guy's brain is too stupid to know what the fun is in what you're doing!" Blacktail shouted at Joshua a little out of control.
"I have already told him how to use the original spar, but it was just a little hint." Joshua said.
Ten minutes ago, the orange cat was in control of Qianmian. Qianmian monitored Blacktail's every move in the clinic. Of course, she also saw the scene where the leader of the sewing gang used the original spar.
In the end, Qianmian left a note with the words "Little Overlord has endless fun" on the leader. Regardless of whether he could read or not, as long as he saw this note, he would activate Xiaobawang.
"So what? Do you think those guys will like you... little bully?" Heiwei wanted to open the door of the room and leave this ghost place, but the orange cat dexterously jumped on its shoulders.
"I bet he will. You should know where the sewing gang gathers, or where that guy will be now. The business must still be discussed."
Joshua's voice sounded slowly in Heiwei's ears, with a meaning that could not be refused.
"Where do you want me to sell it?"
Black tail held the original spar in his hand, and his emotions seemed a little out of control. This decision of Qiao Xiu was equivalent to letting him die.
"Nonsense... All the money earned is yours, I only need the original spar." Qiao Xiu offered a rather generous condition.
"There's no way we can make any money from the sewing gang! They'll kill me right away! Make you a pot of soup!" Blacktail exclaimed.
"I can guarantee your safety, where will you come back alive."
This sentence of Joshua was also based on the premise that Ciri beat up the group of sewing helpers with the orange cat just now.
Few people in this continent have mastered magic. Even if there is a magician, it is meaningless in front of this orange cat-like magic fort.
The magic power of this orange cat's action is supplied by the world tree, so the fighting ability of this orange cat is comparable to that of a powerful spellcaster.
"Shit… damn it!"
Blacktail's situation in this city is already being hunted down by the Sewing Gang. Whether it can leave the city is a huge problem, and it can only bet on this orange cat.