Warlord of Chaos - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: The Shades of Night

Translator: Wuxia Dog  Editor: Wuxia Dog

George stuffed his mouth with the cloth as Han Jin had said. Then he was dragged out of the bed with his hair grabbed by Han Jing, who was drawing something in the air before a charm made up of countless light spots was appeared.

It was a charm of spirit refreshment, which had only costed Han Jin dozens of yuan’s energy. While Moxinke and George were still looking at the charm curiously, Han Jin waved his arm. The charm flied into the air and then fell down right on the face of George. A sense of refreshment came to George’s mind. He felt himself much more energetic and if he was not grabbed, he would be likely to jump up and shout loudly to vent his energy.

“These are not enough.” Han Jin pointed at the jewelries in the bed and sneered: “Do you understand?”

George looked at him with fear in his eyes and grabbed the cloth in his mouth, trying to pull it out and explaining his difficulties of these days. But Han Jin just raised his sword and pinned down George’s hand: “Do not ever try to pull the cloth out! Or I will kill you!”

George was stunned. He didn’t know how to reply with his mouth still being stuffed.

Han Jin stepped out of one foot on George’s ankle hardly and wielded his sword. The big toe of George was cut and flied several meters away. A stream of blood arrow splashed out from the wound along with George’s heartbeat.

His face distorted immediately. It’s said that one’s ten fingers were linked to one’s heart, the same were one’s toes. Tears fell down from his eyes due to extreme pain and mixed with his snot, his right foot kicked the leg of Han Jin crazily. But Han Jin just stood there without any movement like a steel statue.

George held out his hand and tried to catch Han Jin’ leg, but he was prevented by Moxinke with his hair being grabbed. Han Jin wiped his sword on the wound of George’s left foot and said again with cold voice: “Not enough!” Then he raised his sword again and the other toes of George’s left foot were also cut down with blood gushing out.

Sharp pain tortured George and nearly made him faint, but his refreshed spirit made him feel extraordinary energetic. His chest heaved up and down like an air bellow. He had never felt such sobriety and incisiveness all his life, thus the pain was amplified many times and made him even wish to die.

Han Jin tapped the crazily-kicking right leg of George with the sword while Moxinke held out his foot and stepped on the heel of George firmly. “Not enough!” Han Jin said, this time his sword was moved to the toes of George’s right foot.

Several cloth bags and ten odd magic crystals appeared from the air and dropped down on George’s legs. He moaned and whimpered with sad sound as if he was striving to gain sympathy from Han Jin. But Han Jin just cast a glance at those things and still said coldly: “I said, not enough!”

Before his voice died away, the lighting of the sword flashed again across the air. George struggled like a fish on the cutting board. But his legs was fixed by them firmly and he could not jump up at all. His eyes open widely with his eyeballs protruded. He had been on the verge of collapse.

“Not enough!” this said, another four toes were cut down. The sword rest on George’s ankle. The next time Han Jin said “Not enough”, what would be cut off was George’s foot.

Numerous aura shining in the sky like magic showing and more cloth bags and magic crystals dropping down, almost burying Geoger’s body into them in the blink of an eye.

“Not enough!” Han Jin said with his expression unchanged.

This time George didn’t struggle any more, his body suddenly got stiff and his eyes turned white. Then the head on his neck lowered down with his body softening. He was finally fainted due to extreme scare or pain.

Moxinke put his index finger before George’s nose and said: “He’s not dead. You are too hard! But …I think these are all he get.”

“Well.” Han Jin nodded and walked over to the bed. He pulled the sheet down and said: “Get everything wrapped up.”

At this time, Sunier came in from outside. When seeing the hill of treasures, she was shocked: “What great harvest!”

“Anyway, it’s beyond my expectation.” Han Jin bent over and rolled down the ring from George’s finger. He observed it closely.

Moxinke picked up several bags and threw them on the sheet. He suddenly thought of something: “Sunier, does your space ring still have place?”

“It’s half empty, but even though it’s unable to put all these things.” This said, her eyes glanced at Han Jin: “What about him?”

“Spare his life.” Han Jin smiled.

“Spare his life?” Moxinke repeated with surprise.

“We can come back again a few months later. May be he will bring us another surprise.”

“Come back to him? You are really…” Moxinke forced a smile.

“If you really want to have this space ring, you must kill him.” Sunier said lightly.

“Why?” Han Jin was puzzled.

“It can’t be explained with a few words. Let’s talk about it later.”

Then Han Jin held up his sword and thrust it down into George’s throat. He had planned to spare the man’s life. What would a guy like George do after being robbed? Feeling disheartened or starting to gather wealth crazily? His son-in-law was the mayor of the Eleventh Town, with this background, what George would do was undoubtedly the latter. In this case, when Han Jin and the others came back again, he would already have amassed large sum of fortune again.

But Han Jin didn’t want to think about it any more, all he longed for was the space ring.

Soon, most of the treasures were kept in Sunier’s space ring, the remaining ten or more cloth bags were held by Moxinke on his back.

They gaped at each other and sneaked out one by one. Their hearts were all complicated now. All of them started to suspect the past of each other. Words couldn’t manifest everything, but actions could.

They all seemed cold-blooded to some extent. In other words, they were all people with extraordinary experiences. Attacking those knights and sneaking into George’s house, within one day they had killed lots of people. What’s more, after all these, Han Jin could still keep smiling, and Moxinke seemed careless about this at all, while Sunier just maintained her coldness as usual. If they didn’t have rich experience, they couldn’t react like this.

Their understanding toward each other was more profound now, but this understanding was unspeakable, it could only be kept in mind.

When they came out from the courtyard, they saw the anxious face of Cessacioun: “You finally come back! I was so worried about you!” He grumbled.

‘Let’ s go.” Han Jin whispered: “To the Red River Hotel and pick up Miss Keeley.”

It was always extremely dark before the dawn was coming. Even the security team was slack in patrolling. A group of murderers left the Eleventh Town soundlessly with their shadows on the horses disappeared in distance.