The next second, Doolin suddenly grabbed Sabre''s wrist, swung the fork high in his right hand, and ruthlessly inserted it into his palm. A faint "Dong" sound could be heard. The fork had been deep in the table.
Sabre was slow for a second before an amazing scream broke out. He let him struggle and the fork didn''t move. At the same time, Dover and Ellis took out their pistols and controlled the people brought by sabre. The sudden change stunned all the people present. The waiter in the restaurant began to tremble. He stood by the door and wanted to go out, but he didn''t dare to open the door.
Dooling took the pure white napkin, slowly wiped the blood on his right hand and put it in the corner of the table. He went to the next locker, took a new fork, returned to his seat, slipped the seat forward, and continued to decompose the steak on the plate. The steak is well roasted, six mature, slightly crispy on the outside, a touch of pink can be seen inside, the entrance is very tender, and the taste is also very good. This hotel hired a good cook.
Sabre glanced at Turin who was eating seriously and secretly stretched out his other hand to pull out the fork. Unexpectedly, Turin burst up again, pressed Sabre''s other hand and inserted the second fork.
His eyes spit out strong murderous intention wantonly, which makes Sabre shiver. Finally, he snorted coldly, sorted out the clothes that had been messed up because he got up too fast and moved too much, and sat back again. The cold expression on his face remained unchanged, and he put another knife in his right hand instead of the fork.
Sabre didn''t scream loudly this time. Once people have psychological preparation, they will naturally enhance their bearing capacity in the things they encounter next. He looked at Turin coldly, and wanted to be torn to pieces by the beast. After living for so many years, when did he try such pain? No matter before or now, he is the respected "Mr. Sabre" of the gualt people. He is a dignified figure with head and face!
At this time, it was cold winter. The beady sweat on Sabre''s face rolled down. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moistened some torn throat, and looked at Turin fiercely, "why, what did I do wrong? Why did you treat me like this?!"
Du Lin ignored him, cut the last piece of steak and swallowed it in his mouth. Then he took his napkin and touched his lips and threw it on the table at will. Leaning back with his legs cocked, he took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. The blue smoke curled up, and there was an unspeakable beauty. Their eyes intersected across the layer of smoke. One is angry, frightened and cruel, and the other is calm, but killing is surging.
He sat slightly sideways, calmly looking at sabre, and let him roar angrily without moving his heart.
After a while, Dooling flicked the ash and asked softly, "I know, many people think I''m easy to fool when they see my young appearance. They think they can fool me even if I see through. Many people think so and do so, but I forgive them and send them to hell."
"Sabre, where are my men?"
Sabre endured the pain and turned pale slightly. He was still the same as before, "they helped me do it in Beicheng..."
Turin stood up again. He picked up the bottle of red wine on the table, leaned forward and hit Sabre''s head. With a click, the thick wine bottle cracked, the red wine drenched his head and body, and two pieces of glass scratched his cheek. Sabre''s eyes were suddenly dark, there was only a buzzing sound in his mind, and everything in front of him became a double shadow. He felt like vomiting, and his chest was a little dull. It took him a while to recover.
In Sabre''s view, Turin is the child of a rich family with naive fantasies. He doesn''t know how difficult it is to improve the status of the guart people in this world. The guart Kingdom has died, and there are no bullshit ancestors and gods to protect the guart people. If the former kings and gods are really eternal, why do they ignore their children in these years? That''s just an ignorant fool''s self comforting lie. Instead of fantasizing about those unrealistic and ridiculous ideals, it''s better to make more money down-to-earth. Isn''t it better to have money?
Who can care for others in this era? It''s true to live yourself well first.
After Du Lin left last time, he invited the people who Du Lin stayed to have a meal and asked people to drink with the five young people frequently at the dinner table. He just bullied those young people, didn''t see any market, and soon drank too much in people''s compliments.
Sabre didn''t know the details of Turin, so he didn''t really dare to kill the five people. At the beginning, he tied them up and detained them in a warehouse in the suburbs. He arranged people to watch over there, feed and drink them, so as not to let them die. Then he found the leader of the local smuggling gang and said that he had some private wine in his hand and was willing to sell it to these outlaws.
For the smuggling gangs, what they do is this business. Although it''s not clear what kind of tricks Sabre wants to play, it''s really sorry if they don''t take the money sent to the door. They may eat the head of a gun at any time, and the hypocrisy of the two sides hit it off. After seeing the mountains of private wine stored in the wharf warehouse by sebre, the leader of the smuggling Gang, a guy named Jerez, immediately made a decision and was willing to eat the goods at a relatively low price.
What Jerez thought was actually very simple. It was an unexpected fortune. They don''t need to risk shipping wine from other places. They can cash it as soon as they change their hands. Isn''t this the money they picked up? But at the same time, he also kept an eye in his heart. As a member of Montel, a prosperous city, the underground world has long had its own territory. The sudden emergence of a large number of private wine shows that someone is invading Montel''s private wine market.
This behavior is a provocation to Jerez and other smuggling gangs. After he bought Sabre''s wine, he made another request to know who is supplying sabre. How could this group of people licking blood at the edge of the knife be the past that Sabre could cope with? He explained that not only did he not appease Jerez for a long time, but he almost started. In order to avoid his own disaster, sebre handed over all five people in Turin''s hands.
With such a relationship, Jerez believes that sebre is "harmless" and the harm is the private wine supplier who wants to invade the Montel market. He told Sabre that he could take it when the other party gave him another drink, and then spread the news to him as soon as possible. He would come for a while. This provocation named Turin would let him know that some money was not so easy to take and would kill people.
It was only this request that Sabre agreed, but did not implement it. Whether Du Lin is really a smuggler or a childe of a rich family, he can''t deal with it. It''s better to fool Jerez than offend a man like Turin. When he got rich after a few deals, Jerez wouldn''t dare deal with him. At that time, if you really can''t, you can leave montre. Where can you live comfortably with hundreds of thousands of dollars?
The idea was very good. He even thought of how to deal with Turin, but what he didn''t think of was that Turin looked young, but he was not a new rookie, but a person!
Durin took off the cigarette in his mouth and ran it out in the palm of sabre''s hand. He wrapped his mouth and suddenly smiled, "sabre, do you know? In our ancient customs of the gualt people, one is specially for those traitors, and you will be judged!"
Sabre''s eyes suddenly widened. How could he not know this custom? These customs have long been integrated with Ethnic Myths and legends, and have become the "education" that every gualt must receive when they are young. His whole body began to tremble, and then he realized what a stupid thing he had done!
"No, no... Mr. Dooling, listen to me..." watching Dooling walk around the table to the door, Sabre stood up in horror. He forgot that his hands were nailed to the table, suddenly got up and pinned to the fork. After another scream, he sat back. Seeing Du Lin go farther and farther, his heart is getting colder and colder.
In the gualt tradition, all traitors were skinned alive and hung in the sun for three days. If the former king and the gods believed that the victim was innocent, they would let him go and let him live. If you think the victim is guilty, you will take the victim''s life within three days. In many rumors and real stories, many of the sentenced prisoners died in three days. So far, only one person has survived, and this person only lives in the story. No one knows who he is.
At the thought of being tortured and treated like this, Sabre''s brain exploded. He squatted, pushed the table and ran after Turin, loudly asking for Turin''s forgiveness. At this time, he seemed to finally remember to use honorifics to Turin, but at this step, it was useless and no one could save him!
Seeing that Sabre was about to catch up with Turin, Dufour rushed over and kicked over the table. Sabre screamed miserably again.
Durin went to the door and stopped looking at the three compatriots who were pointed at by Ellis with a gun and didn''t dare to do anything.
"Remember, the first king and the gods are eternal. As long as there is any descendant with the blood of the first king in the world, they will never be broken!" he smiled. "You choose the rest of the way. I don''t like to help people make decisions. It''s a very cruel thing." he pushed the door out. There were already several hotel managers outside the door, Sabre''s scream had alarmed them, but they were afraid to go in.
Montre is a very "free" city, and freedom also represents danger. When durin came out, they glanced at sabre, lying on his back with the table in his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there were no dead people.
Du Lin took out some 20 yuan notes, drew about 100 yuan at random and stuffed it into the hands of the hotel staff wearing formal clothes and famous brands. "Sorry, something unpleasant happened during dinner. These money will be used as compensation. Sorry!"
He touched the brim of his hat. The manager of the hotel squeezed out a friendly smile and bent down. He personally followed Turin and sent him out. He even called a car.