Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1015 983: King of the Fringe (Part 1)

The brute died at the hands of a man called Xiao Lin within three moves. This news quickly reached the ears of another person, the master of this Sin City.

The brute was merely a guard posted on the outer lines, of little significance. However, his death still caused the City Lord's face to twitch slightly, the two deep scars running from left to right across his face twitching along, as if dancing, together with his muscles.

Zarco threw the knife in his hand horizontally, nailing a cockroach that had just crawled across the door panel, its belly bursting and splattering white liquid.

"You're saying Xiao Lin killed the brute, the same Xiao Lin we're looking for today?" A subordinate stepped forward, pulling the flying knife out from the door panel. He stuck his head out and looked around before withdrawing.

"Yes! It's him." The third man walked back beside Zarco, lifting a bowl of wine from the table and taking a large gulp. "Should we take him out tonight?"

"That man has something we want in his hands." Zarco trembled again, as if unable to control his nerves.

"Are you talking about this?" A round head fell from the table, eyes wide open in rage, still bleeding.

Zarco was initially startled by the thing that fell from the sky, then jumped out of his seat and looked up. There was nothing above him, but the bloody head was undeniably rolling on the table.

The tightly closed door was suddenly slammed open, and a stinking cripple dragged his leg into the room. His sharp eyes noticed the wine bottles on the table and began to move toward them step by step.

"Damn it, cripple, you..." The third man recognized this cripple. The blood on his face had dried, and just as he wanted to step forward, a gray shadow pounced out, and the roar of a beast ended abruptly with the third man's scream.

Zarco was stunned, watching a large dog with half an arm in its mouth, while the third man lay unconscious on the ground, his body still twitching. Suddenly, he began to hate the soundproofing room, where nothing happening inside could be heard outside, especially with the loud noise from the speakers.

"Who the hell are you?" Zarco, after a brief shock, narrowed his eyes. But the cripple seemed uninterested in his question; his focus was solely on the wine bottles on the table, as if nothing else existed in his eyes, apart from the wine.

Zarco shivered, cautiously watching the animal trailing behind the cripple, edging toward the door. But any slight movement from him was immediately blocked by the large dog, its gaping fangs dripping saliva, ready to pounce and tear him apart at any moment.

"Zarco!"

"Who?" Zarco suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if the voice had seeped from the depths of Hell, spreading coldness throughout his room.

"Xiao Lin, the man you're supposed to meet!"

Zarco turned swiftly, only to see a man sitting in his chair, a youthful, handsome face with a devilish expression. "You are Xiao Lin?"

"Genuine article!" Too young, too clean, Zarco felt deceived. "Zarco! I want to see the Demon City Lord, kindly lead the way."

"That's me!" As soon as he spoke, twenty to thirty bodyguards rushed in from the doorway, each wielding machetes, some even carrying guns, and they quickly surrounded the spacious room. "Close the door!" Zarco, seeing his men arrive, felt assured, convinced that no matter how skilled Xiao Lin was, one man couldn't outpace dozens, let alone bullets.

Xiao Lin began to chuckle. "Just you? Not even close. Take me to the Demon City Lord, and I might let you live; otherwise, this will be your fate." Xiao Lin pointed at the head on the table, not even twitching an eyelid at the crowd.

With a thud, the bottles on the table toppled one after another, and the previously ignored cripple slumped over the table, snoring. A dozen empty bottles rolled around the tabletop; the cripple was drunk!

"I am the Demon City Lord, and I invited you here today to claim your life!" The noise the cripple made jolted Zarco, who motioned with a large hand, and a dozen men leapt forward, charging at Xiao Lin.

Sigh! Letting out a sigh, Xiao Lin grabbed a bottle from the table, throwing it at the first attacker on the right, hitting him squarely on the head. The rebounding bottle struck the second and fourth men, and, propelled by inertia, the bottle finally landed back on the first man's head, knocking all four to the ground without Xiao Lin having to rise from his seat. "Zarco, you demon city folks have been searching for me tirelessly, just to kill me. Is this your intention or your boss's?"

Xiao Lin sighed, crossing his legs on the table, news spreading like the wind through Sicily, East Three Provinces were dead! Instantly, the arms trading route became a hotly contested piece of fat, and on the same night, two out of the five major families either died or were injured, undoubtedly causing great turmoil in Sicily.

Zarco rolled his eyes at the fallen subordinates, knowing full well he was no match for this person. "Xiao, this is our Demon City's territory. Nicholas might respect your Xiao Family face, but here, you're nobody. Someone wants you dead, and we're just doing business, taking money. We have no hospitality to show, brothers, whoever kills this kid, the bounty is a million."

A million! It was a substantial amount for these people. Men die for wealth, birds for food, and encouraged by Zarco's offer, the truly fearless drew their shiny blades and charged.

A gray shadow shot out from the left, its massive claws aiming for key points, leaving the ones thrown to the ground with torn necks, dead and breathless. Xiao Lin tapped the ground with his toes, shooting up several feet high, diving into the crowd. His blade rose and fell, spouting high columns of blood, instantly transforming the room into an abattoir. Those who fell wouldn't rise again, and those still standing met their fate hesitatingly as Zarco pushed them to the punishment stand, becoming Xiao Lin's fallen spirits.

Ignoring the screams and pleas for mercy, Xiao Lin wickedly smiled as he approached Zarco, where few remained standing, Zarco being one of them, with a machete in hand, dripping blood, reflecting silver in his eyes.

"You have one last chance!" Xiao Lin whispered, licking his lips.

"I, I am! Ah..." Zarco let out a heart-wrenching scream, his hands pinned to the wall by his own throwing knives. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation.)