The space inside the shack was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with no lighting, relying only on a few beams of dim light seeping through the cracks in the walls to barely illuminate the interior.
Dust floated about, and the humid air was filled with a decaying sll that made one frown involuntarily.
The wooden door was pushed open and quickly shut again. A man with a scar-browed, sinister face entered the room, his eyes instinctively scanning towards the storage room first.
Through the iron window embedded in the door, a faintly visible frail figure could be seen, tied up with hemp rope, lying motionless on the storage room floor.
The velvet gown no longer looked as luxurious and clean as before, tainted with dust and dirt, but the clothing overall remained intact, with no signs of being torn or violated.
The large dose of Sleep Potion was enough to keep the Baron’s Daughter, known as "Ai li," unconscious from last night until now.
Otherwise, they might not have been able to ensure that this hothouse-grown tulip remained quiet and docile throughout the entire process without inflicting fatal or severe injuries.
In all honesty, for a noble lady with such fair skin to remain in such respectable attire after falling into the hands of gang mbers like them for over a dozen hours is, in a way, nothing short of a Miracle.
It’s certainly not because the Corner Shark Gang mbers possess any extraordinary quality or have any feelings of pity for this unfortunate and unlucky noble lady.
The real reason lies with her father, who also serves as the special approval officer alongside being a Baron.
"Is it all cleaned up?"
A deep and booming voice erged from the darkest corner of the room.
The leader of the Corner Shark Gang, "Horned Shark" Lailo, sitting atop a wine barrel, inquired of the scar-browed man who had just walked in.
He was burly, with a square face, and a Double-bladed Giant Axe, which was larger than an ordinary person’s torso, was leaning at an angle against his feet.
As a Level 5 Professional Warrior, his excellent physical prowess combined with the comprehensive skills bestowed by his basic profession had allowed this man to make a na for himself as an adventurer years ago. Now, he had beco the leader of a gang-type organization.
"For the most part." The sinister man slowly nodded, his scar-interrupted eyebrow barely visible in the shadows.
He was the Corner Shark Gang’s second-in-command, "Batty," a Level 4 Wanderer who used to be teammates with Lailo in the adventurer team before joining the organization Lailo established.
"But that knife isn’t on him."
"It’s likely been snatched by soone else while showing off, but it doesn’t matter, as long as the person is dead." The gang leader Lailo displayed a casual attitude towards the missing Surgical Knife.
After all, if it was indeed sothing Rare, he wouldn’t have given it to "Blood-nosed Rat" Jerry as a token.
The Golden Finger without an attribute panel, the Surgical Knife from the Otherworld, to them, was just a trophy unintentionally picked up during a voyage. Despite its peculiar and novel shape, its material structure proved overly focused on sharpness with poor resilience upon practical testing, rendering it of no actual combat value. It was destined to be sold as a collectible to specific clientele.
As for Lailo, the original owner of the Surgical Knife, given the current situation, losing it ant nothing as long as the witness to their movents, the foolish and over-confident little gangster who wanted to join their gang, was dead.
If not for the restrictive conditions this morning making corpse disposal troubleso and ti-consuming, they would have slaughtered that little rat on the spot instead of leaving it until now.
Batty didn’t respond, accepting a cup of hot Water handed over by a nearby gang mber. After moistening his lips to ensure there was no issue, he began sipping slowly.
Accompanied by darkness and shadows, agile, stealthy, and adept at hiding...
As a [Wanderer] by nature, this profession is often associated with "assassins" and "killers" in many situations outside of adventures.
Batty, of course, was no exception.
Since breaking away from their original adventurer team with Lailo to found the Corner Shark Gang, only twenty percent of the blood on his Dagger still ca from Demons. The vast majority ca from various adventurers, town residents, and rival forces.
The little gangster like Jerry just monts ago, he had killed so many of them that he was almost numb, naturally leaving no room for extra thoughts.
His cold eyes gazed at the noble girl behind the storage room door for a long ti before quietly uttering:
"The getaway ship should arrive by noon at the latest."
"You know the current situation." "Horned Shark" Lailo spoke in a low, steady voice, though so irritation faintly lingered, "The port is completely sealed off now. It’s not just the usual inspections. The Governor Mansion’s guards are even digging through the ballast of every outbound ship, and it’s not just for show."
"Don’t worry, that ’gentleman’ said that if the situation tightens, he’ll give us a signal and arrange another way out."
"A signal?" Batty scoffed, too familiar with his companion after years of interaction. Even though Lailo now sat in the boss’s seat, Batty showed no respect.
"Do you know how many groups of Governor Mansion guards I ran into on my way back to the Saltwater District?"
"Right now, we’re nothing more than rats hiding away in the sewers, Boss~" Batty dragged the last word, his tone laden with undisguised sarcasm.
"Those noble lords are lounging on sofas, sipping red wine. Just tossing out a bone is enough to make us howl and tear at their rivals."
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