Physical and mental health

The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing where he had offended him.

He was not the one who was deceived, nor was he the Gang member who controlled this neighborhood. He was not a relative or friend of those people, so why did he just rush up and beat them?

And they don't even give you a chance to defend yourself. If you say anything, you'll be beaten to death!

After his eyes fell on the Revolver, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the helpers hiding in the dark. He found that they did not dare to step forward to stop him, and his heart suddenly sank.

He did not dare to threaten Lumian anymore, nor did he dare to resist anymore. He trembled and said, "I, I can't count. I don't have that much money."

"It really disappoints me. I'm short of 100,000 Felkine." Lumian smiled and expressed regret, "Who Church did you do the money counting magic? And who came up with God of Disease?"

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and remained silent without answering.

Lumian calmly opened the Pistol wheel and showed the opponent several yellow bullets inside.

Then, he closed the wheel and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.

"Three, two..." Every time Lumian says a number, the finger on the trigger presses back a certain distance.

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

If it were someone else, he didn't think the other person would shoot him in the street, but the person in front of him had been beating him to death for no reason from the beginning. It was hard to say whether he would be more crazy and just shoot.

Just before Lumian said the last number, the middle-aged man shouted in fear, "It's 'Messenger'!"

"Messenger?" Lumian raised his eyebrows.

After his psychological defense was broken through, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of getting lucky and said in one breath, "God of Disease's Messenger!"

"He found me, Church gave me some little magic tricks, and told me God of Disease related things, and asked me to help him develop followers. He received half of the money and half of it to me."

Is he a true believer in Evil God, or a liar who makes money in the name of Deity, or both? Lumian took Revolver back from the middle-aged man's forehead, patted the other's cheek with it, and said with a smile, "This is the right thing, can't we all communicate well?"

Bang!

A bullet flew out of the Revolver gun and penetrated into a chopped street tree not far away.

Lumian said "oh":

"I'm sorry, there was a fire. Didn't it scare you?"

The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, and a pool of liquid under his body slowly overflowed.

Lumian glanced at him and smiled again:

"What's the name of Messenger from God of Disease, where does he live, and what does he look like? I'm short of money recently and want to visit him."

At the same time, Lumian muttered in his heart:

There was no response to the prank just now. It really wasn't Gifted...

The middle-aged man shook his head in panic:

"I, I don't know."

After seeing Lumian lift up Revolver, he quickly added, "I only know that he is tall and thin, his skin is very white, as if he has been seriously ill, his eyes are grey-blue, and his hair is black and not long, just like those Secretary who are rich Boss."

"He comes to me once a week. I don't know how to find him."

On the other side, Jenna, who was gathered with Mrs. Morgana and others, took the time to look in the direction of Lumian, wondering what this "Hunter" companion had discovered and what he was doing.

But she couldn't get away for the time being, Past asked.

After "Instigation" arrested several nearby people who had been waiting for compensation for many years, everyone became more and more angry. Some people had already spontaneously gone to find other victims or their families, and urged Jenna to lead them to quickly block the Factory master named Edmond.

With the public outrage, Jenna no longer needs to do more "Instigation", as someone will help her complete this matter.

As they were being rushed to the neighborhood where Old Edmond lived, Jenna suddenly had a realization:

If you want Instigation one person, you must talk to him, but if you want Instigation a group of people, you don't have to talk to everyone. As long as you can grasp the situation accurately and do a good job of the first few people Instigation, and just pay attention to maintaining the direction of the wind. Those who are Instigation will become "Instigator"'s helpers, and more people will Instigation for her, and the snowball will get bigger and bigger.

Lumian did not immediately follow Jenna to Old Edmond's house. He asked the middle-aged man a few more questions, and after confirming that he could extract no more information, he stood up and said to the women who were deceived just now and were watching the fun, "You also heard that this guy wants to defraud you of your money, do you want to just let him go?"

When approaching the middle-aged man before, Lumian had quietly used "Face of Niser", slightly changing his appearance so that people would not associate him with the wanted criminal Lumian Li.

One of those women was actually an assistant to the middle-aged man, responsible for cooperating with him in preaching and defrauding money. When faced with this scene, they did not dare to say anything and turned their attention to the people next to them.

Some other women were very angry and wanted to send the scammer to Police Headquarters, while others were timid and felt that the scammer must have accomplices who might come to take revenge later.

Lumian listened quietly to them expressing their opinions, and glanced at the nearby onlookers casually.

Inside, there were three men who were planning to leave quietly.

They are the con men's accomplices, responsible for resorting to violent means when necessary.

Without any hesitation, Lumian directly raised Revolver and fired three shots in a row.

The three liar accomplices fell to the ground wailing. They were all shot in the crooks of their legs or calves, and they were bleeding all over.

"Don't worry about them coming for revenge." Lumian said to several women with a smile.

The victims who were talking about their thoughts fell silent for a moment, and like the crowd of onlookers, they seemed to have turned into Statues.

After a few seconds, they stammered, "You decide..."

Lumian nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the frightened liar and his injured accomplices:

"Hold them to the nearest, uh, Steam Church."

The junction of Observatory District and Botanical Garden District, No. Serb Boulevard 5.

A group of men and women wearing old clothes gathered in front of the yellow three-story building.

The two guards at the door looked at the dozens and hundreds of people with excited expressions, took out their legally held Semiautomatic Pistol, and shouted sternly, "Stop!"

Seeing Pistol, Mrs. Morgana and others who were rushing at the front unconsciously slowed down.

This is still very intimidating.

When Jenna saw this, he ran directly to the front, faced the two guards and shouted, "We are here to demand compensation, and the court has already sentenced it!"

"You two sons of bitches, shoot me if you dare!

"Do you have enough Dog Shit bullets to kill us all? If not, we can kill you all with one bite!"

As she spoke, she walked toward the door aggressively.

There was a layer of sweat on the palms of the two guards. Their sight was blocked, and all they could see were human heads. They didn't know how many debt collectors had come.

They were not sure how they would react if they fired directly at the crowd. They only felt that the two of them looked so weak and lonely compared to the black crowd of debt collectors, like broken wood facing Flood.

Jenna continues forward and uses "Instigation":

"If you are killed or disabled by us, will you be compensated?

"Look at us, our compensation has been delayed for several years. Are you sure you can get your own Compensation from that old Miser? Their family may run away tomorrow!"

The two guards were stunned for a moment.

This is indeed a problem.

Moreover, they knew that Boss's family had sold off most of their assets and were packing their luggage. They would leave Trier in two days to hide in other provinces for a while. Will he take two injured and disabled bodyguards with him? Will he take the opportunity to refuse compensation?

The facts are right in front of you!

While the guards were hesitating, Jenna had already walked to the door, followed closely by a large group of debt collectors.

One of the guards instinctively followed the procedure, raised his right hand, and fired a shot into the sky to intimidate the target. The other one tried to reach out and subdue the beautiful girl who seemed to have no fighting ability.

Jenna shrank back, reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, and slammed him to the ground, causing the gun to slip out.

Mrs. Morgana, who was hit by the gunshot Intimidation just now, picked up the Semiautomatic Pistol. Although she didn't know how to use it, she became bolder and ran towards the door cursing.

The other guard hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up shooting at the crowd, and they rushed into the house.

Old Edmond and his family were about to be transferred and were immediately surrounded by nearly a hundred debt collectors including Jenna in the living room, layer upon layer, making it airtight.

Old Edmond took a Revolver and shouted tremblingly, "What are you going to do?"

"Come and ask for our money!" Jenna took Pistol from Mrs. Morgana, aimed at Old Edmond and said, "If there is no compensation, we will not be able to survive. Today we will see who dies first!"

Old Edmond's hands started to shake, as if he was suffering from some kind of disease.

Outside a Steam Church that looks like a small Factory.

Lumian said to the woman who was holding a group of swindlers, "Send them to Priest and ask them to tell them about the money magic trick and God of Disease. If they don't tell it, you tell it for them."

The women nodded heavily and walked into the church with their baguettes of rye bread and the con men, with blood dripping down all the way.

Lumian put away Revolver and watched quietly at the door.

He thought happily, "'Magician'Lady's suggestion is really right. Venting occasionally is really good for physical and mental health.

"What do you believe? You can't believe Evil God, and you're still calling yourself a liar!"

After two minutes, Lumian slowly left. Even slower than him were the Polices who were chasing after him.

Lumian met Jenna and the debt collectors with happy faces outside the building at Serb Boulevard 5.

"So fast?" he asked a little surprised.

Jenna pursed his lips:

"I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I was also prepared for someone to call the police and deal with Police. As a result, we surrounded Old Edmond and his family and threatened him a few times. He gave in and started paying money according to the list.

"MD, the total amount of Cash, gold and other valuables in his home is enough for our compensation, and there is even more left. This does not include his unsold assets. He has delayed for so long without compensation!"

Lumian laughed:

"It always hurts to give. Well, some things seem complicated, but as long as you really do it, you will find that it is easy. And some things, if you think they are simple, will have twists and turns, and you will almost die."

This was something he felt.

Jenna knew that Lumian needed gold, and the compensation received were all kinds of gold jewelry. The price of pure gold is worth 3000 Felkine.

She said to Lumian, "Here, I'll sell these to you."

Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "Wait while I go to Breeze Ballroom to withdraw the money."

The Banknotes and Silver Coin on him add up to more than six hundred Felkine.

At night, Lumian found that he had nothing to do and became very idle for the time being.

He leisurely returned to Golden Rooster Inn, entered Basement Bar, and saw Charlie holding a beer and bragging with a group of people.

Lumian smiled and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'll treat everyone to a drink!"

As people 20 and 30 cheered in unison, Lumian added, "Charlie pay!"

Charlie's expression suddenly became dull.

Lumian smiled "hehe" and shouted again:

"If he does a striptease, I can pay for it!"