Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 281: Chapter 121: Seeing Dong Qi as a Flesh Ticket Again (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Passes)

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Several hours later.

An abandoned, wrecked underground basement.

Rex Smith, whose chest was now the home to a large, gory hole, looked at the massive, terrifying werewolf before him, his face etched with horror and disbelief.

He was captured at the base momentarily – he’d thought it was just a hallucination.

But as he observed himself severely wounded by the transformation of this guy into a werewolf, Rex realized the stark gap between them, almost as if it was a significant tier difference.

This was not something mere fighting techniques could compensate for.

He also guessed that this guy was not an ordinary someone.

It was likely him, the assassin who was after Young Master Kane, the one with bounties plastered across pubs.

Leonard Churchill calmly added, “I didn’t want to transform. However, when it came to fighting techniques, you were superior. We had a worthwhile fight. As a token of gratitude, I can grant you a quick death.”

From start to finish, he never intended on leaving any survivors.

But he did keep his word, giving this guy a fair chance to duel.

Initially reluctant to transform, he was left with no choice but to end the battle prematurely when this guy tried to escape mid-fight.

Finishing his dialogues, Rex gave a bitter laugh.

With another swipe, Leonard made quick work of him.

Satisfied with his visibly increased fighting experience, Leonard then sat next to the body, devouring the Extraordinary Traits.

With the acquisition of the subsequent six-tier Breathing Method, his Curse Power Value finally began to rise again.

It was also a great opportunity for him to get accustomed to the new Breathing Method.

The next day.

At dusk.

Squatting on a tower on Coppersmith Street, Leonard gazed at the gang members starting to mobilize not far away, murmuring, “Are they finally going to act?”

He checked his watch – it was exactly seven o’clock.

Having learned the previous night from Rex that Abel and his underlings were planning a significant operation that evening, Leonard was also interested in tagging along.

Just as he was closely observing them, a guy with green hair spike walked out of the door signaling everyone else.

Leonard purchased profiles of almost all the key members of the Brotherhood from the information merchant.

This Green hair was named “Brother Knife,” a small team leader under Abel.

He squatted here for nearly an hour just to follow this guy since only a few team leaders knew about tonight’s mission before the operation.

“Get ready, everybody! Get in the car!”

“Okay!”

People were indifferent about their destination since there were gang fights day in day out.

They, armed with various firearms and ammunitions, jumped onto the heavily modified steam jeeps, yelling.

The machines roared, and the convoy took off like a bullet towards the East City Gate.

Watching the direction the motorcycles were heading, Leonard leaped off the tower, following suit through the buildings.

Not long after, a few team leaders teamed up with Abel’s troops, forming a convoy of twenty to thirty vehicles.

Initially, Leonard thought they were planning to attack and blow up some of the Flood Gang’s base – the opposing gang.

However, against his expectations, the convoy drove straight out to the eastern suburbs of Sinless City.

Once they exited the densely populated city, there were no street lights further east – only darkness.

Leonard, with no worries, transformed into werewolf form, sprinting recklessly through the dark, ruined buildings.

Half an hour later.

The convoy finally halted at an intersection near the Arch Bridge.

Each person disembarked from their vehicles and started to plant mines at the intersection.

Seeing this, Leonard quickly realized, “Are these guys trying to rob?”

This overpass was one of the essential routes for caravans entering the city from the eastern suburbs.

Much of the commercial fleet recently traveling from the Upper City to Sinless City took this route.

But looking at their actions, Leonard was left slightly puzzled.

Gang members were not mere plunderers – they were unspoken rules in their industry too.

Almost all commerce guilds trying to start a business in Sinless City would pay a certain security fee to the gangs.

It was a steady source of income for the gangs.

Therefore, established gangs within Sinless City wouldn’t usually rob shops.

At least not this way, by directly assigning a gang leader to do so.

Especially large scale gangs like the Brotherhood – they cared about their reputation.

If word got out that some gang leader led a raid on a Commerce Guild, it would tarnish their reputation – not many would continue to pay for protection.

Even attributing it as a retaliation for the assassination of “Boss Christ” last night would still make it look despicable to raid a commerce guild under the protection of an opposing gang.

Nonetheless, openly destroying someone’s premises wouldn’t stir rumors.

But going after their wives and children – that’s pushing boundaries.

Observing it all unfold, Leonard felt that the motives of this robbery weren’t entirely straightforward.

Either there was something dubious about the goods being robbed.

Or, there was more to it than met the eye.

He did not have to wait long before three heavy steam trucks made their way from the east end of the overpass.

The trucks bore a spray-painted logo – a “White Unicorn.”

Upon seeing that, Leonard instantly recognized it as the emblem of the Federal Top Tycoon – it was Black Gold Trade Union, the parent company behind the Great Ivan’s Treasure Shop.

Currently, all the top tycoons in Sinless City were competing for the market, laying foundation for a gateway to the Old Continent.

With their excellent management skills, Great Ivan’s Treasure Shop stood out from the rest.

And it came to be one of the most successful shops in the city.

They had many chain stores now.

Leonard had also heard that this shop was protected by the Flood Gang.

The people from the Brotherhood, led by Abel, robbing this fleet, made sense.

First and foremost, during the brief moment that the trucks drove by, there was a sudden explosion of flames.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The anti-armor landmine directly blew up the leading truck, sending it flying over 10 meters.

Seeing the ambush, twenty to thirty security escorts dismounted from the trucks that followed..