"Wait here for me a while."
Drizzling rain pattered down. His hair, already messy from long neglect, was soaked through and plastered miserably to his scalp.
"Bloody-Nosed Rat" Jerry called back to the two henchmen behind him, then ducked into the dark, cramped alley ahead without looking back.
He was going back to his den to get money.
Those two Adventurers he had run into earlier must have held back. After all, under normal circumstances, if a small-time thug like him accidentally offended Big Shots like them, he basically would not live to see the next morning.
No one would care if a rat in the gutter died in some corner the sunlight could not reach. They were the same.
And yet right now, he could still breathe the filthy, stinking, wonderful air of the alley.
"Praise the great Goddess of Fortune!"
Jerry could not help sighing inwardly. At the same time, he decided that tonight he would take the "protection money" he had finally squeezed out of several households during the day and find a gambling den to properly display his devotion.
But before that, he had to spend money to treat the injuries of his two brothers whose arms had been broken.
Of course, by "treat their injuries," it really just meant going to some unlicensed clinic in an alley to have a couple rounds of bandages wrapped around them. Once they healed, they would probably carry aftereffects for the rest of their lives.
Jerry was very clear about that.
After all, this nose bridge of his, which had gone completely crooked, had been treated at that very clinic back then.
Of course Jerry also wanted to go to the clean, bright, large clinics in Cormorant District, or even White Cliff District, or even to The Church to