Chapter 363 Physical and Mental Health The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing how he had angered him. He was not the one who was cheated, and he was not a member of the gang that controlled the block. He was not even a relative or friend of those people, so why did he just rush up and beat people? And they didn't even give me a chance to explain myself. If I said a word, they would beat me to death! After his eyes fell on the revolver, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at several helpers hiding in the dark, and found that they did not dare to step forward to stop him. His heart sank slowly. He didn't dare threaten Lumian anymore, nor did he dare to resist. He said tremblingly: "I, I can't count it. I don't have that much money." "How disappointing! I'm just short of 10 Fel Gold." Lumian said with a smile, expressing his regret. "Who taught you the magic of counting money? And who came up with the idea of ​​the god of sickness?" The middle-aged man swallowed and remained silent. Lumian calmly opened the pistol's cylinder and showed the other party the several yellow bullets inside. Then he closed the revolver and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead. "Three, two..." Every time Lumian said a number, the finger on the trigger moved back a distance. The middle-aged man looked flustered and extremely frightened.

If it was someone else, he thought the other party would not shoot him in the street, but the man in front of him had been beating people to death for no reason from the very beginning. It was hard to say whether he would go even crazier and shoot directly. Just before Lumian said the last number, the middle-aged man shouted in fear: "It's the 'Messenger'!" “Messenger?” Lumian raised an eyebrow. After his psychological defenses were breached, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of ​​luck and said in one breath: “The messenger of the god of sickness! "He found me, taught me some tricks, and told me about the God of Sickness. He asked me to help him recruit believers. He would take half of the money and I would take half." Is he a believer in the true evil god, or a swindler who uses the name of the gods to make money, or both? Lumian took the revolver from the middle-aged man's forehead, patted the other's cheek that was still intact with it, and said with a smile: "That's right, can't we just communicate?" boom! A bullet flew out from the muzzle of the revolver and penetrated into a cut-down roadside tree not far away. Lumian said "Oh": "Sorry, I went off the handle. Didn't I scare you?" The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, and a pool of liquid slowly overflowed from under his body. Lumian glanced at him and smiled again: "What's the name of the messenger of the god of sickness, where does he live, and what does he look like? I'm short of money recently, so I want to visit him." At the same time, Lumian muttered in his heart: He didn't even react to the prank just now. He's really not a gift giver... The middle-aged man shook his head in panic: "I, I don't know." Seeing Lumian raise his revolver again, he quickly added: "I only know that he is tall and thin, with very pale skin, as if he had been seriously ill, gray-blue eyes, and short black hair, just like the secretaries of those rich bosses. "He would come to see me once a week, and I didn't know how to get to him." On the other side, Janna, who was gathered with Mrs. Morgana and others, took the time to glance in Lumian's direction, wondering what this "hunter" fellow had discovered and what he was doing. But she couldn't get away for the moment, so she went over to ask.

After "inciting" several people nearby who had been waiting for compensation for many years, everyone became more and more angry. Some people have spontaneously gone to find other victims or victims' families, and urged Jane to lead them to quickly block the factory owner named Edmund. Amid the public outrage, Janna no longer needed to do any more "instigation" because someone would help her accomplish this task. As they were being herded toward the neighborhood where old Edmund lived, Janna suddenly realized: To instigate a person, you must talk to him, but to instigate a group of people, you don’t have to talk to everyone. As long as you can grasp the situation accurately, instigate the first few people, and pay attention to maintaining the direction of the wind, those who are instigated will become helpers of the "instigator" and instigate more people for her, and the situation will grow like a snowball. Lumian did not immediately follow Janna to Old Edmund's house. He asked the middle-aged man a few more questions. After confirming that he could not squeeze out more information, he stood up and said to the women who had just been deceived and were now watching the fun: "You heard it too. This guy wants to cheat you out of your money. Do you want to just let him go?" When approaching the middle-aged man, Lumian had quietly used the "Face of Nether" to slightly change his appearance so that people would not associate him with the wanted criminal Lumian Lee. In fact, one of those women was the middle-aged man’s assistant, responsible for cooperating with him in preaching and defrauding money. Seeing this scene, she didn’t dare to say anything more and turned her eyes to the person next to her. Some of the other women were very angry and wanted to send the scammer to the police station, while others were timid and thought that the scammer must have accomplices who might take revenge later. Lumian listened quietly to them expressing their opinions, his eyes casually glancing at the people watching nearby. There, three men were about to leave quietly. They are the scammers' accomplices, responsible for resorting to violence when necessary. Without any hesitation, Lumian raised his revolver and fired three shots in quick succession. The three accomplices of the scam fell to the ground wailing, all of them were shot in the knees or calves, and there was blood all over the place. "Don't worry about them coming to retaliate." Lumian said to the women with a smile. The victims who were expressing their thoughts suddenly became still, just like the crowd watching, as if they had turned into statues. After a few seconds, they stammered: "You decide..." Lumian nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the trembling trickster and his injured accomplices: "Carry them to the nearest, uh, steam church." ………… 5 Selbu Avenue, at the junction of the Observatory District and the Botanical Gardens. A group of men and women in tattered clothes rushed to the beige three-story building. The two guards at the door looked at the dozens or nearly a hundred people with excited expressions, took out their legally owned semi-automatic pistols, and shouted loudly: "stop!" Seeing the pistol, Mrs. Morgana and others who were rushing in the front unconsciously slowed down their pace. This is still very deterrent. Seeing this, Janna ran to the front and shouted to the two guards: “We are here to ask for compensation, the court has already made the ruling! "You two sons of bitches, shoot if you have the guts, shoot me! "Do you have enough shitty bullets? Can you kill all of us? If not, we can bite you to death with one bite each!" She said as she walked towards the door menacingly. The palms of the two guards were covered with sweat. Their vision was blocked and all they could see were heads. They had no idea how many debt collectors had come.

They were unsure of what the reaction would be if they fired directly into the crowd. They just felt that they seemed so thin and lonely compared to the huge crowd of debt collectors, like a broken log facing a flood. Janna continued to move forward and used "instigation": "If we kill you or cripple you, will there be compensation? "Look at us. Our compensation has been delayed for years. Are you sure you can get your pension from that old miser? His whole family might run away tomorrow!" The two guards were stunned when they heard this. This is indeed a problem. Moreover, they knew that the boss's family had sold most of their assets and were packing their bags. They would leave Trier in two days and go to another province to hide for a while. Would he take two injured and disabled bodyguards with him? Would he take the opportunity to refuse to pay the compensation? The facts are right in front of you! While the guards were hesitating, Janna had already walked to the door, followed closely by a large group of debt collectors. One of the guards instinctively followed the procedure, raised his right hand, and fired a shot into the air to intimidate the target, while the other tried to reach out and subdue the beautiful girl who seemed to have little fighting ability. Jannah flinched and reached out to grab the guard's arm, slamming him to the ground so hard that his gun fell out. Mrs. Morgana, who was frightened by the gunshot, picked up the semi-automatic pistol. Although she didn't know how to use it, her courage suddenly grew and she ran to the door, cursing. The other guard hesitated for a moment, then gave up shooting at the crowd, who rushed into the house. Old Edmund and his family, who were about to move, were suddenly surrounded by nearly a hundred debt collectors led by Janna in the living room, layer upon layer, making it impossible to get through. Old Edmund held the revolver and shouted tremblingly: "What are you going to do?" "Come and ask for our money!" Janna took the pistol from Mrs. Morgana and aimed it at old Edmund. "If there is no compensation, we will not be able to survive. Let's see who dies first today!" Old Edmund's hands began to tremble as if he had some disease. ………… Outside a steam cathedral shaped like a small factory. Lumian said to the woman holding the group of swindlers: "Send them to the priest and ask them to tell the story of the magic trick of changing money and the god of sickness. If they don't tell, you tell it for them." The women nodded heavily, carrying their baguettes of rye bread and the gang of swindlers into the church, blood dripping all the way. Lumian put away his revolver and watched quietly at the door. He thought happily: "Ms. Magician's advice is correct. Venting out your emotions once in a while is really good for your physical and mental health. "Believe in something else but believe in an evil god and be a liar!" Two minutes later, Lumian walked away slowly, and even slower than him were the policemen who had been chasing him. ………… Lumian met Janna and the happy debt collectors outside the building at 5 Selbu Avenue. "So fast?" he asked in surprise. Janna pursed her lips: “I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. I was prepared to deal with the police in case someone called them. But once we surrounded old Edmund and his family and threatened them a few times, he gave in and started paying according to the list.

"My God, the cash, gold and other valuables in his house are enough to pay our compensation. There's even some left over, and that doesn't even include the assets he hasn't sold yet. He actually dragged his feet for so long!" Lumian laughed. “It always hurts to give. Well, some things may seem complicated, but once you actually do them, you will find that they are easy. And some things may seem simple, but they are full of twists and turns, and almost cost you your life.” This was something he felt. Janna knew that Lumian needed gold, and the compensation he received was in the form of various gold ornaments, and the price of pure gold was worth 3000 Fel gold. She said to Lumian: "Here, I'll sell these to you." Lumian was silent for a moment and said: "Wait for me to go to the Breeze Ballroom to get the money." The total amount of banknotes and silver coins he had on him was only over six hundred filgs. At night, Lumian found that he had nothing to do and was temporarily free. He leisurely returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel and entered the basement bar, where he saw Charlie holding a beer and bragging to a group of people. Lumian smiled and shouted at the top of his voice: "I'll buy everyone a drink!" As twenty or thirty people cheered in unison, Lumian added: "Charlie pays!" Charlie's expression froze for a moment. Lumian laughed and shouted again: "If he does a striptease, I can pay for it!" (End of this chapter)