The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing where he had angered him.

He was not the one who was deceived, and he was not the gang member who controlled this neighborhood. He was not a relative or friend of those people, so why did he just rush up and beat them?

And they don't even give you a chance to defend yourself. If you say anything, you'll be beaten to death!

His eyes fell behind the revolver. The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the helpers hiding in the dark. He found that they did not dare to step forward to stop him, and his heart suddenly sank.

He did not dare to threaten Lumian or resist anymore, and said tremblingly:

"I, I can't count. I didn't bring that much money."

"It really disappoints me. I'm short of 100,000 ferkin." Lumian smiled and expressed his regret, "Who taught you the magic of counting money? And who came up with the idea of ​​the God of Disease?"

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and remained silent without answering.

Lumian calmly opened the revolver of his pistol and showed the opponent several yellow bullets inside.

Then, he closed the wheel and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.

…………

"Messenger?" Morgana raised her eyebrows.

Morgana smiled and shouted at the top of her lungs:

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

"Giving up always makes people feel sad. Well, some things seem simple, but once you actually do it, you will find that it is very difficult. And some things, if you think they are complicated, will have twists and turns, and you will almost die."

The total banknotes and silver coins I have under me only amount to 800 few ferkin.

Morgana smiled "hehe" and shouted again:

Another guard stood firm for a moment, and finally gave up shooting at the crowd, and we rushed into the house.

Morgana was silent for a while and said:

When Old Lumian and my family were about to move, they were suddenly surrounded by Jenna's nearly a hundred debt collectors in the living room.

"What is the name of the messenger of the God of Disease, where does he live, and what does he look like? You have been short of money recently and want to visit me."

Morgana said to the men and women holding the liar:

As you spoke, you walked towards the small door angrily.

"You, you know."

"What is bad faith? Believe in evil gods and still be considered a liar!"

Just after Lumian said the last number, the middle-aged woman shouted in fear:

Inside a steam church that looks like a large factory.

After a few seconds, you stammered:

"You are here to demand compensation, but the court has not yet made a ruling!

Janna knew that Morgana needed gold, and the compensation she received was all kinds of gold jewelry. The price of pure gold was worth 3,000 fir gold.

Outside, there were no eight women who were planning to leave quietly.

Jenna shrank and reached out to grab the guard's arm, slamming me to the ground, causing the gun to slip out.

"Is that the right thing? Is it okay for a small family to communicate in a bad way?"

At the same time, Morgana muttered in her heart:

In terms of public anger, Jenna already needs to do less "instigation", and there is no one to help her complete this task.

We were sure that there would be no reaction if we fired directly at the crowd. We only felt that the two of us looked so thin and lonely compared to the mass of debt collectors, like broken trees facing the flood.

…………

Morgana immediately followed Jenna to Lao Lumian's house. I asked the middle-aged woman a few more questions to confirm that she had obtained less information.

The woman said:

"Come to ask for your money!" Janna took the pistol from Mrs. Edmund's house, pointed it at the old Lumian and said, "There must be compensation or not. You all have to live or go up. Let's see who dies first today!"

That's still very unintimidating.

"You only know that I am tall and thin, my skin is very fair, as if I have been seriously ill, my eyes are grey-blue, and my hair is white and long, just like the secretaries of these poor bosses.

Charlie's expression became dull as soon as he looked up.

"It's the 'messenger'!"

"Charlie pays!"

Before her psychological defense was breached, the middle-aged woman completely gave up the idea of ​​getting lucky and said in one breath:

Some of the women and men there were very angry and wanted to send the liar to the police station, while others were timid and felt that the liar had no accomplices and had promised to take revenge.

Morgana met Jenna and the debt collectors with happy faces in the building at 5 Selb Lane.

If you want to instigate a person, you must talk to me, but if you want to instigate a group of people, you must talk to everyone. As long as you can grasp the situation accurately, you only need to instigate a few people, and pay attention to maintaining the direction of the wind.

These people who are instigated will become the helpers of the "instigator", instigating fewer people for you, and the snowball will become smaller and smaller.

Seeing the pistol, Mrs. Edmund and others who were rushing at the back consciously speeded up their pace.

We are the con men's accomplices, responsible for resorting to violent means when necessary.

"I come to you once a week. You know how to find me."

"So slow?" I asked in shock.

"The advice given by the 'Magician' man is really wrong. Frequent venting is really not good for physical and mental weakness.

But you can get away for the time being, so go over and ask.

"I'm sure I'll do a striptease, but you can't help me pay for it!"

Later, when she approached the middle-aged woman, Morgana had quietly used "Nese's Face" to slightly change her appearance, making people associate me with the wanted criminal Geng Bin'an Li.

In front of "inciting" several young people in the distance who were waiting for compensation, Xiaojia became more and more angry as he talked. No one had yet spontaneously gone to find other victims or their families, and urged Geng Bin to lead us to stop this so-called

Lumian's factory owner.

boom!

As she was being herded toward the neighborhood where old Lumian lived, Jenna suddenly had a realization:

"If we are killed by you or beaten to a disability, will we not be compensated?

"Those two sons of bitches didn't have the guts to shoot at you!

Jian Na continued and used "instigation":

In the evening, Morgana found that she had something to do and became very idle for the time being.

You said to Morgana:

There was no response to the prank just now, it’s really a gifter...

Are they believers who believe in real evil gods, or are they scammers who make money in the name of gods, or neither? Morgana took the right wheel back from the middle-aged woman's forehead and patted the other's cheek with it, which was still intact.

He smiled and said:

Moreover, we know that the boss and his family have sold off a small part of their assets and are packing their luggage. They will leave Tweier in two days and go to the province to hide for a while. Will I bring two injured and disabled bodyguards with me? Or will I take the opportunity to give up?

compensation?

"Look at you, your compensation has not been delayed for several years. Are they sure they can get their pension from this old miser? Our family may run away tomorrow!"

"Three, two..." Every time Lumian said a number, the finger on the trigger moved back a certain distance.

The two guards were stunned for a moment.

Morgana said "Oh":

"You mean it in a bad way. It went off the rails. Did you scare him?"

Old Lumian held a right wheel and shouted tremblingly:

I thought happily:

Morgana didn't have any determination, she directly raised the right wheel and fired eight shots in a row.

I just didn't feel it.

The middle-aged woman's heart was beating wildly, and a pool of liquid on her body quickly overflowed.

In fact, none of these women and men were helpers of the middle-aged woman, who were responsible for cooperating with me in preaching and defrauding money. In this situation, they dared not say anything and turned their attention to the people next to them.

"What are they going to do?"

"You're worried that we will retaliate." Morgana smiled and said to several women and men.

Morgana listened quietly to you expressing your opinions, and her eyes casually glanced at the people watching in the distance.

Mrs. Edmund, who was shocked by the gunshot just now, picked up the semi-automatic pistol. Although you knew how to use it, your courage grew smaller and you cursed and ran towards the door.

There was a layer of sweat on the palms of the two guards. Our sight was blocked, and all we could see were human heads. We knew for a moment that many debt collectors were coming.
To be continued...