Empire of Shadows

Chapter 270 Mysterious Medicated Wine [666+11]

After watching two movies in a row, the two of them walked out of the cinema, Patricia still immersed in the intricate plots, unable to extricate herself.

Lance didn't particularly like this kind of plot; although tragedy can elevate a story, it ultimately won't become the favorite of most people.

Facts will prove that people don't go to the cinema to feel bad; they hope that the ticket they paid for will bring them joy and laughter, not sadness and depression.

After coming out, Lance spent a long time persuading Patricia to believe that it was all fake, just created by the screenwriters to trick people's tears.

"If you have the chance to see them, you must beat them up!"

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"They made me cry sadly for a long time!" The girl wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, her eyes still a little red. "Do I look a bit of a mess?"

Lance shook his head, "Still so beautiful."

Patricia chuckled, a smile returning to her face. "You're so nice, Lance."

She took Lance's arm, and the two walked aimlessly down the street. "Tell me about your work?" she asked.

She was also very interested in Lance's work. Lance chose some things he could talk about. "We find jobs for the poor, and also for illegal immigrants, so they can live in the Federation."

"If it weren't for us, many people might freeze to death this winter. I'm not saying this to show how great I am, I just want to tell you that although some people may think I'm a gangster, the things I do, even the federal government might not be able to do."

He also talked about cinemas, filming movies, and so on, a lot of miscellaneous things. Patricia listened with some curiosity, "The newspapers say you guys have gang fights, is that true?"

Lance didn't deny it. She would find out about these things sooner or later. People can't, and can't possibly, be naive forever, unless they're pretending.

She was gradually becoming more mature, and she would understand these things. Rather than letting her feel deceived in the future, even if it was a well-intentioned lie, it was better to tell her directly.

"Yes, gang fights, gun battles, people get hurt, even die."

The girl's arm, which was holding his arm, began to exert force, holding him very tightly. "Will you get hurt too?"

Lance shook his head slightly, "No."

She didn't believe it. "That's impossible."

"Because I have Lady Luck protecting me!" Seeing that Patricia still looked disbelieving, Lance cupped her face in his hands. "You are my Lady Luck, you will protect me from harm..."

After an affectionate exchange, the girl covered her flushed face, very shy, but also feeling very comfortable.

Kissing is a very effective way to relieve anxiety and create happiness.

This is a wonderful era, because everything is still so simple and unadorned.

If nothing unexpected happened, Patricia might enter a new phase of her life tonight, but the problem is, something unexpected did happen.

Lance was thinking about where to go for dinner when Hiram emerged from the crowd.

Lance waved to him. Patricia was a little curious, "Is this someone you know?"

She had never met Hiram and thought he was a little strange, but of course, she wouldn't say it out loud.

"This is Hiram, a brother in the family. Although he looks a bit stupid, I swear, he is definitely not a stupid person."

Hiram rolled his eyes, extended his hand and shook Patricia's hand, "They are all lying, they are jealous of me."

Patricia couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. At least, Hiram didn't give her the impression of being a gangster member as people discussed.

Fierce, evil, violent, instead revealing a kind of rural farmer's... simplicity.

However, she seemed to understand that Lance might have something to do tonight, which made her very disappointed.

She had actually prepared herself to devote herself this time. It was supposed to be romantic, tender, and it had been until this moment.

Lance took her to see a movie, go shopping, and said sweet nothings as soft and sweet as cotton candy, but it was only until this moment!

"If you have something to do, I can go back first."

She tried not to show a disappointed expression. Lance smiled, "Sorry, but if things end relatively quickly, I'll come find you tonight."

"Remember not to lock the window!"

The girl showed a surprised smile, "Will you really come?"

"Yes, I promise!"

Patricia blushed, but fortunately, the dusk helped her conceal it a bit. "Then I'll wait for you..."

It wasn't far from where she lived, but Lance still drove her back to the community, Hiram and the others also drove.

A few minutes later, Patricia sat on the sofa, holding her face in her hands, in a daze, a little disappointed.

Emily came to her side and sat down, a little curious, "What's wrong?"

Patricia didn't want to talk, which made Emily even more curious, "Did you guys quarrel?"

"No!" she said.

"Then why aren't you happy?"

"Because he has something to do temporarily, and left first. We originally agreed to go eat something delicious tonight, and then go to some bars to hang out."

Emily became a little interested, "Tell me next time you go to a bar, I want to go see it too."

"By the way, did you guys have... that this afternoon?"

"Mom!"

Lance glanced back at the closed gates of the Lawrence's house and drove out of the community.

"We found that bastard."

When he spoke of this, Hiram's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Laurence was a very good friend of his. They weren't from the same place, but they met while looking for work at the docks.

There were also Derrysi and several other people. Their relationship had always been good, relying on each other.

If someone was bullied, the others would stand up for them. Of course, if someone couldn't find a job, the others would also buy food and share it with everyone.

Although life was very hard, it also made them feel a very special atmosphere, like a family.

Young people are always like this, valuing friendship more than kinship. Although Laurence didn't need to be hospitalized, he had lost his ability to work in the short term.

The flesh of his skin pierced by the bullet could no longer be filled. The doctor could only cut off that part with scissors, trying to retain a part of the skin.

Then he sewed the skin and flesh together. In short, the entire operation was not simple. The surgery fee alone cost two thousand five hundred dollars and took more than an hour.

The doctor said that Laurence would need at least three months to half a year for his left arm to return to normal function. Before that, it was best not to do any strenuous exercise to prevent the stitched area from tearing open.

And even if it healed, because of the missing skin and flesh, he would have a period of maladjustment...

In short, this made Hiram hate those people to the core.

For the past two days, they had been looking for that guy. Until today, a blue-collar worker discovered this person's whereabouts in an underground bar in the port area.

"The Wolf Gang's bar?"

Hiram nodded, "Not sure."

Lance lit a cigarette, "Ask Bill, he'll definitely know about this."

Soon, Bill had news back. It wasn't the Wolf Gang's bar, but a bar run by a small gang called "Venom" in the port area.

The alcohol in their bar doesn't seem to come from anywhere in particular, but everyone who's tried it says it's pretty good. However, the prices aren't cheap, which makes people wonder why there's still a consistent group of customers who frequent it.

Lance had no friendship with this Venom gang, but there was no animosity either, so tonight's action was mainly about waiting, not capturing people.

At this time, the Venom Bar had already opened, and many people had already appeared around the bar, waiting for it to open. The Venom's Boss was brewing their alcohol - alcohol with painkillers added.

Ever since the Venom's Boss was shot once, he discovered his addiction to painkillers, and magically thought of the idea of mixing it into alcohol for sale.

As a result, he made it work! Alcohol with painkillers added could give people more satisfaction and allow them to drink more!

Except for occasional irritability, most of the time they were stable.

Only they had this kind of alcohol. Every day, a large number of customers waited here to enter, and the almost endless money allowed the small gang, which originally had only seven or eight people, to expand to more than thirty people in two months, and it was still continuing to expand.

Every day, just this one bar could bring them two to three thousand dollars in profit, and they already had the foundation to continue expanding.

This bar not only had ordinary drunks, but also people from other gangs. The people from Venom knew this, but they were not afraid.

Because only their Boss knew the recipe, and it was said that the recipe was very mysterious and had something to do with indigenous witchcraft.

As a large amount of painkillers were mixed into the alcohol, watching the painkillers completely dissolve in the alcohol, the leader of the Venom gang revealed a satisfied smile.

He opened the door of the warehouse, signaling his subordinates to move the alcohol out, and at the same time, the bar began to open for business.

A large number of drunks couldn't wait to rush in. Although the alcohol here was ten to twenty percent more expensive than other places, they were still willing to enjoy it here.

Among them was that blue-eyed guy.

These days, they had been fighting with the Red Dog Gang, and their nerves were tight every day. Finally, there was nothing to do tonight, and they could come over to spend some money.

He hadn't had a "Venom Bomb" in days. The Venom Gang had added a prefix to their bombs, calling them Venom Bombs, to distinguish them from the drinks at other bars.

The effect was indeed remarkable, and the alcoholics highly approved.

The moment that big mouthful of liquor went down his throat, Blue Eyes seemed to relax completely.

Those indescribable discomforts and slight stabs of pain all seemed to vanish at that moment, and he felt as if he had returned to the womb, soaking in warm amniotic fluid, enjoying the warmth and tranquility…

He even had some emotional thoughts in his mind, wishing that all of this could last forever!

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