For a moment, because he could not breathe, the priest's originally rosy face was already red and swollen and purple.

He slapped Persca with both hands.

But it was useless. He was about to die soon.

But I was indifferent.

No wonder the bartender told me that when the traffickers came to the town, they only kidnapped Persca.

It turned out to be a priest who asked the dealer to sell Persca to the mine.

It is no surprise that when Perska comes back alive, he will react so fiercely when he meets the priest. But then again, the hatred between them has nothing to do with me. I have only one purpose: that is to find Perska's sister and ask for clues about the white woman from her mouth.

So, just as the priest was about to roll his eyes, I asked someone to pull them apart, but an accident happened at this time. Both team members were big and thick adults, but with the strength of the two of them, they could not do anything to Persca.

Even if he tried his best, he could not pull Perska away the hand that was pinching the priest's neck.

“Get out of here!”

Seeing that the situation was not good, No. 7 stepped forward a few times and prepared to do it himself, but he also underestimated Persca's strength.

Tugging desperately, without moving.

Seeing this scene, my heart moved slightly: Sure enough, as a transformed man, Persca still has the ability to be different from ordinary people, otherwise the three strong men would not be able to pull a thin mine slave.

No.7's mouth twitched slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. When he gritted his teeth, his right hand turned red in an instant, and he slapped the younger generation Persca with a sudden slap.

It's squirting! It's like the sound of ice water entering a pan of oil, exploded on Persca's back.

"ah!"

Persca suffered pain, and then let go of his hands, and fell to the ground in pain and twitched all over his body.

Tsk.

I took a deep breath and couldn't help but shake my head.

Just now, I wanted to help her stop No. 7, but it was too late when I wanted to speak.

And it was reasonable and did the right thing No. 7 did it right.

If we want to find Persca's sister, the priest is the key. If this priest is out of his mind here, then we will have to work harder to find Persca's sister.

"Oh my God!"

The priest screamed while coughing.

He stared at his muddy old eyes, stared at No. 7's red right hand, and then looked at Persca's back, the black handprint scalded by the scorching heat.

"monster!"

"The monster is back with the monster! The day of judgment is finally here. We are all guilty and no one can escape!"

The priest shouted like crazy, but No. 7, with just one sentence, made the old thing who had fallen into madness tightly shut his mouth: "If you make a noise, I will turn your mouth into charcoal."

As he said that, No. 7 shook his right hand.

What is required to solve problems is brains, but sometimes force can convince everything better.

Suddenly, the priest was so scared that he could not speak. At this time, the injured Perska curled up on the ground, shouting in his mouth: "I want to kill him! Kill him!"

Listening to what the linguist translated, I rubbed my temples, and for the time being, one of the team members blocked Persca's mouth.

If I hadn't been plagued by all kinds of bad things, I would have been happy to let Perska kill this old thing, but the problem is that I can't let him do this.

I walked to the priest with a look of indifference and pointed at Persca: "I heard that his sister has been adopted by you, where are she?"

"She..." The priest was silent. After hearing this, his face turned pale in an instant. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Where are hers?"

No. 7 doesn’t have the good temper like me. She immediately stepped forward and grabbed the priest’s hair. As soon as his hand turned red, the hair on the priest’s head was burned to ashes.

A burnt smell drifted among us.

"She...she is not here with me! She was no longer here a long time ago, you guys are looking for the wrong place!"

The priest screamed in panic, then he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket in a hurry, swallowed two brown pills tremblingly, and stroked his chest, then breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could recover, No. 7 had already grabbed his head and hit the wooden seat next to him.

With a thud, the priest was hit and his head was bleeding.

"Still keep it in hiding?"

Looking at the priest who was kneeling on the ground, No. 7 sneered: "If you don't want your life, I can give you a ride."

"I said, I said!"

Now, the old priest was honest. She covered the bloody wound on her forehead with one hand, lowered her head and said with a trembling mouth: "His sister is a blind person, and staying with us is also a burden for us, so she left us half a year ago and took the initiative to go to the...Red Light District in the town."

Red light area.

Isn't that the place to sell?

The priest's statement was directly fun for me. What is the red light district?

That is the kiln, and to put it bluntly, it is the technical school.

What kind of woman would take the initiative to go to such a place?

I sneered: You old guy, probably like you, was the same as you did back then. He took the initiative to sell Persca's sister to that kind of place?

"brute."

After listening to the priest's words, even the indifferent and irritable No. 7 couldn't help but kick him down.

I glanced at Persca silently.

Fortunately, this poor guy doesn't understand what I and the priest said, otherwise, if he knew that his sister was sold to the red light district, God would know how he would react.

The seventh step forward, squatted in front of the priest, and said, "Get up and take us there."

"No!"

The priest shook his head fiercely and said in fear: "That kind of place that hides filth is not suitable for me. I will pray to God for you here, I..." Before he finished speaking, he was punched by No. 7 again.

His right eye socket turned purple and screamed, and he quickly stood up: "I'll take you there, just come with me."

An old guy who eats hard but not soft.

Looking at the priest's back as he staggered, I waved my hand, but the team members and the clamped Perska followed.

Walk out of the church and come to the streets of the town.

The pedestrians coming and going looked at the priest who looked embarrassed and had a panic-like manner, and all seemed a little curious.

At first, when we saw us behind the priest, some people seemed to want to stand up for the priest, but when they saw the guns in our team members, they all shrank back like eggplants caused by frost.
Chapter completed!