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Chapter 1097: Blood Stave's Accumulated Wealth
Chapter 1097: Blood Stave's Accumulated Wealth
The puppet didn't know his own name, but others called him Blood Stave because he always carried a staff he obtained from a small town as his weapon.
Of course, this was only when he engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and he'd only choose to fight directly with guns or those impervious to conventional weapons.
He stopped in front of a corpulent man. The man smiled, but his heart was tense, and his movements became slightly unnatural. His smile was stiff.
Fortunately, according to his understanding, as long as no one threatened this man or accepted any additional commissions, he wouldn't take action. He wouldn't even say another word.
He snapped his fingers, and someone immediately came forward carrying a box and placed it in front of the puppet.
"As per your request, half cash, half high-energy nutrient gel, all from the Central City, guaranteed quality."
The puppet picked up the suitcase and said, "Find me next time." After giving this brief reply, he left.
The armed personnel silently watched him as he walked away with his back to them.
An underling approached the corpulent man, "Boss? We can hire him, others can too. He's just one person. Should we..."
The corpulent man had a moment of temptation, but he still said, "This place already has no one left to deal with. Besides, someone will handle him..." He smiled, "Someone will take care of him."
The puppet carried the box and walked along the street. On both sides of the street, there were lit bonfires, and many gang members and drug addicts gathered there.
They had seen the puppet walking alone on the street, immediately casting unfriendly glances at him. Some were already itching to act, but when they saw his expressionless face and the staff in his hand soaked in blood, they all changed their expressions and tried to lower their presence.
Blood Stave.
This was a name that made them shudder. In this time, hundreds of gang members had already fallen under this staff.
Moreover, every gang member who directly engaged with this person was killed with a single strike, as if he had a special preference and pursuit for such execution methods.
The puppet strode across the wide street and pulled open a parked car. The car owner, a gang member, looked at him with pitiful and aggrieved eyes as he drove away.
Half an hour later, the vehicle reached the edge of the town. There was a three-story building with no one inside. As it was close to the desert and not on the main traffic road, only a few isolated houses were around, so usually, no one came by.
However, from inside the house, a pile of weak fire could be seen, and as the vehicle approached, the fire went out.
The puppet pushed the door open and stepped out from inside the car.
On both sides of the street, abandoned shacks, and from the bushes, cheers could be heard. "Blood Stave is back!"
"Blood Stave is back!"
In that instant, the street and the houses became lively, with children and teenagers coming out from the houses and various corners.
And a few people quickly lit bonfires in front of the doors, adding some fuel inside, instantly making the house bright and dispelling the November chill.
A youth wearing a duckbill hat and slightly older walked up. The puppet glanced at him and handed over the suitcase in his hand.
The youth misjudged the weight of the box, and as soon as he took it, he dropped it on the ground, and his body was pulled forward, but instead, his eyes lit up, knowing that Blood Stave had another big harvest this time.
The puppet, now with one less burden, said nothing and walked to the side, sitting silently on a roadside bench that had been repaired.
The other teenagers, boys, and girls surrounded the bonfire, chatting softly while warming themselves by the fire. After his return, the place seemed to lose its previous gloom and oppression, instead gaining a rare warmth and stability.
The youth opened the box and saw that the contents were separated by an upper and lower layer, with cash on top and high-energy nutrient gel sealed with thick biological membranes below.
He had seen such a scene many times before and was no longer breathing rapidly or excited. He immediately took out the money, sorted it, and arranged the nutrient gel, putting it into bags and handing it to the puppet.
The puppet showed no expression, just sitting there without saying a word, appearing very indifferent.
The youth bowed to him and then left.
He knew that although Blood Stave had a cold expression, he seemed unapproachable, but in reality, he was a very good-hearted person with a warm heart that no one could surpass.
Blood Stave distributed all the wealth he earned to them, usually only drinking some simple water and eating unique nutrient gel, and he was willing to guide them in martial arts training.
In a town filled with bastards and thugs, only Mr. Blood Cane would do this. Otherwise, they would become disposable lab rats within a month, or be sold off to various places, where they could barely fill their stomachs and have a place to shelter from the wind, with that tiny bit of hope.
The puppet didn't move those coins. He wanted to conserve energy and didn't want to go out himself. But these children ran errands, and everything they needed could be bought back. Besides daily necessities, he didn't need anything, so why use these children? Because the first time he met was these children, it was that simple.
As for guidance, he only occasionally saw these children training. When they were practicing their twisted postures, he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to correct them. But as soon as he fixed one problem, a new one arose, and so the matter went on in a cycle.
He picked up a bag of nutrient paste and ate it after opening it.
When he started eating, the young man handed out dry rations and bread to the group of boys and girls and children, and after they finished eating, they sang over there, and the song echoed in the lonely night, hovering above the bonfire.
After the puppet finished eating two bags of nutrient paste, he stopped. Currently, these nutrient pastes could only maintain daily activities, and he needed higher-quality nutrients for further growth of his altered tissues.
But that was only available in the Central City.
At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the distance. The young man immediately stood up, and then, regardless of gender, the boys and girls picked up the sticks and sharpened metal rods they carried with them. Although these young beasts dared to show their small fangs to strong enemies, they were also clear about their weakness, so they were smart enough to hide in the shadows and behind cover.
A car light turned on at the corner, and a convoy drove over and stopped on the street. The car door opened, and a group of people got out. Among them, there were quite a few gunmen, and behind the intense light, you could see the hot air exhaled from their noses and mouths.
One of them looked at the puppet. He was wearing a coat and a top hat, looking like the leader.
He walked over with his men. As they passed by the bonfire, one of his men threw something into it. The bonfire burst, and the flames rose higher, illuminating everything around them.
It could be seen that the visitor was a man in his forties, with a smile on his face. The young man in the shadows tensed up because he recognized this as the town's constable.
The constable stood about five or six meters away from the puppet and stopped. With his hands in his coat pockets, he slowly said to the latter:
"Mr. Blood Cane, I've heard of your reputation. Recently, you've taken on a lot of business, but your actions have caused chaos in the town's security. We hope you will restrain yourself and leave here voluntarily."
The puppet sat motionless.
The constable smiled, grateful to Mr. Blood Cane. The local gang has been cleaned up almost entirely, and the remaining largest gang is controlled by his wife's younger brother.
The underground business of this town now belongs to them, so they have to ask this person to leave.
Someone said this was a third-tier martial artist, which made him doubtful.
A third-tier martial artist would hide in such a small place? That kind of person goes wherever they want. Moreover, they have seen them, and the injuries on those they killed are not the same as those displayed by a third-tier martial artist.
But even if it's true, he's not afraid. At this moment, the one sitting in the car behind is his guarantee.
Although the price of this person is very expensive and calculated by the hour, which makes him very heart-wrenching, but for safety, it's worth it.
After waiting for a while, he saw that the puppet had no response, not even changing the posture he sat in, his eyes became sharp, and his expression became impatient.
"If you don't want to leave, then we can only ask you to leave."
He looked left and right, "You don't want to see these lovely children get hurt, do you?"
He had investigated beforehand. Although Blood Cane was formidable, he was actually a kind-hearted person. The money he earned was almost all spent on these children. Kind people have soft spots.
The puppet remained silent, and the constable smiled, thinking he had him, "Then that's it." He signaled to his men, letting them take a few children away, so they would be safe.
The gunmen under his command immediately rushed over. At this moment, a sound came from behind, "Mr. Blood Cane, don't mind us. Kill these bad guys!"
A slingshot fired a steel ball at the constable. But before it reached him, a big hand slapped it, slowly kneading it, and finally turning it into crumbs that fell off.
The puppet started without any reaction. But after seeing this action, he raised his head and looked at the owner of that hand, saying, "Do you have nutrient paste?"
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(End of Chapter)
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