bullyxtreme Chapter 16 Tonight, Lives Will Be Taken
Chapter 16 Tonight, Lives Will Be Taken
Levi's words made Boyle shudder and nod hastily, fearing he would be drawn into an even more dangerous situation.
He didn't even dare to look at Li Wei again, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Easterner take out a money pouch from his pocket and hand it to Fiona.
"Take them back to the warehouse. Take good care of the wounded, and wait for me to return."
Fiona took the money pouch, looked up at Levi, and noticed that his expression had changed.
The calm of the day and the elegance at the card table had vanished from this man's face.
Instead, something she had never seen before was presented to her.
It wasn't anger or hatred, but a pure killing intent that made even the cold wind on the dock seem gentle.
She didn't ask where we were going or what we were going to do.
She simply nodded, then turned and, carrying the heavy purse, walked into the shadows at the other end of the street.
There, one-eyed Finn and Kieran were anxiously waiting, supporting Rory whose face was covered in blood.
Seeing Fiona approach, Finn went to greet her, but he didn't say anything. He just glanced in Levi's direction and then quickly disappeared into the darkness with his men.
Li Wei was the only one left on the street.
He stood at the edge of the dim halo of the gas lamp, half his body in the light and half in the darkness.
He raised his hand and unbuttoned the long, dark blue silk robe.
Li Wei did not take it off, but skillfully turned the long robe inside out and put it on.
The luxurious and lustrous silk was hidden inside, revealing a very simple, dark-colored coarse cloth underneath.
This rented garment turned out to be a reversible shirt.
He pulled up the hood sewn onto his collar and covered his face.
One moment he was a distinguished guest from the East frequenting high-society clubs, the next he was a shadow that could be swallowed up by the Boston night at any moment.
And so, step by step, he walked into that darkness.
There was no turning back.
……
South District, "Stinky Fish Alley".
The air here is more nauseating than the name of the alley.
The stench of fish entrails, the sourness of cheap gin, and the stench of urine seeping from the sunless corners of the walls all combine to create an odor unique to the lower classes.
A cheap pub not far from the alley entrance is the only "highlight" in this area.
Dim light shone through the greasy windows, from which came the crude shouts and boasts of drunkards.
"...Those cowards from the North District! I took one of them down with a single punch!"
Scarface had one foot on the table, holding a chipped wine glass in his hand, and was showing off his "achievements" during the day to his companions with spittle flying everywhere.
"Damn it, they dare to sell their 'Oriental Immortal Soup' in the South District! If I see them again, I'll shove their heads down the toilet!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A burst of laughter erupted in the tavern.
The two companions raised their glasses in agreement and continued to chug the fiery liquor that burned through their throats.
They were so drunk that they didn't notice a figure appear in the shadow of the pile of rotten wooden crates across the tavern.
Li Wei squatted there, motionless.
This wasn't the first time he'd waited in such an environment.
On long voyages, in those chaotic foreign ports, he had seen dirtier corners than this, and hunted prey far more dangerous than these drunkards before him.
Kieran had described Scarface's features to him, the scar that ran from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, still clearly visible in the dim light.
He is the target.
Li Wei was not in a hurry.
The most valuable quality a hunter can have is patience.
He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the prey to break away from the group, waiting for the moment when it was most relaxed.
Time passes little by little.
Finally, the tavern door was pushed open.
Scarface staggered out, still cursing under his breath.
He didn't go far, but instead turned into a dark alley next to the tavern that even stray dogs avoided.
His two companions were still playing drinking games and shouting in the tavern.
The time has come.
Li Wei rose from the shadows, his footsteps so light they made no sound.
He followed them into the alley.
Scarface stood with his back to the alley entrance, facing the wall, awkwardly unzipping his pants while humming an off-key, vulgar tune.
He was completely unaware that death was already close behind him.
Li Wei didn't use the gun that Lieutenant Gage had given him. The sound of a gunshot would be too loud and attract unnecessary trouble.
To deal with this kind of character, one knife is enough.
A hand shot out like lightning and covered Scarface's mouth tightly from behind.
The scream that was about to burst from his throat turned into a muffled sob.
Scarface froze, instantly sobering up considerably.
He felt the warmth from behind him, and a sharp chill on his neck.
He tried to struggle, but the hand covering his mouth was so strong that he felt hopeless.
The next moment, that coolness turned into a swift and scalding cut.
With a dagger in hand, Li Wei swiftly and decisively slit open the target's throat with anatomical precision.
There were no unnecessary movements, no hesitation whatsoever.
"Well……"
Scarface's body twitched violently, then went limp.
He didn't even manage a complete scream; his eyes were wide open, filled with final terror and bewilderment.
Warm liquid splattered out, silently pooling on the dirty ground.
Li Wei released his grip, letting the body collapse to the ground.
He crouched down and took something out of his pocket—the very same bone dominoes that had played such a crucial role that night.
Li Wei took one of the dominoes and gently placed it on the scarred face's lifeless eyes, waiting for the blood to seep out and stain the bottom of the dominoes. Then he put the dominoes into a small burlap sack.
After doing all this, he stood up and carefully checked himself to make sure there were no obvious bloodstains.
He then slowly retreated from the alley, pulled his hood up again, and once more blended into the boundless Boston night.
The entire process, from entering the alley to leaving, took less than two minutes.
Clean and neat.
……
Inside the warehouse, the flame of an oil lamp flickered quietly.
The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Fiona didn't sleep, and neither did One-Eyed Finn and Kieran.
Rory's nose was simply bandaged. He leaned against a pile of sacks, breathing heavily, but without uttering a sound.
Everyone was on tenterhooks.
They didn't know what Li Wei had done, but they could all guess.
The warehouse door was gently pushed open.
Li Wei walked in, carrying the chill of the early morning.
He took off the coarse cloth robe that he had worn inside out, threw it aside, revealing the still neat silk clothes underneath.
Without saying a word, he walked straight to the basin in the corner, rolled up his sleeves, and carefully washed his hands again and again.
The water was cold, but he washed himself with utmost care, as if performing some kind of ritual.
After washing his hands, he walked to the table.
"Smack."
A soft sound.
The flintlock pistol that belonged to Adjutant Gage was placed on the table.
Brand new, with no signs of having been used.
Wasn't this Easterner going to kill someone?
Finn and Kieran exchanged a glance, each filled with doubt.
Then, Li Wei took out another item from his pocket: a dominoes made of animal bone.
He walked up to Rory and handed the dominoes to the Irish man who had been beaten for doing his bidding.
Rory took the dominoes with trembling hands and saw that the smooth surface of the dominoes was clearly stained with dark red marks that had congealed and turned black. The stench of blood kept entering his nostrils.
The warehouse was deathly silent.
Levi looked at all the Irish people present and spoke slowly in a calm yet chilling tone.
"Remember, this time it's me."
"Next time, the Irish will have to pay for their blood debt with their own blood."