On the side, Potter also poured himself a cup of tea.
"Be more liberal, at least your life will be saved."
Porter's comforting words were like making sarcastic remarks: "Those who are also on this path, think about Bernard and others from the Wood Gang... In order to keep the secrets of the big shots forever, they can no longer stand up and speak out. Woolen cloth."
The scarred man paused, then let out a heavy breath. "...That's right."
"I thought that the loss of the Wood Gang would be an opportunity for our Stone Gang, but now it seems that this is a bottomless abyss."
Chapman's downfall is indeed a major setback for the Stones, but it is not completely impossible to turn around.
Porter said: "If we take these brothers and hide their names and go far away to start over, there may be a chance."
The scarred man shook his head, "Although these brothers are still loyal now, how many of them are willing to accompany me to an unfamiliar place and start all over again?"
He knew those guys very well. If he told them that the money would no longer be paid next month, half of the twenty or so people would have to leave.
If no money is given for three consecutive months, only some people with weak brains will stay.
Not only would those people not accept such treatment, but they themselves would not want to use such means.
Potter picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"I will," he said.
The scarred man turned his head and looked at him in slight surprise.
After a moment of silence, the scarred man still hesitated and said: "Let's wait and see... maybe there will be a turning point."
If death was not imminent, who would be willing to give up the career that he has worked hard for more than ten years?
"It's not easy for us ants to save a fortune these days." He sighed. "A big shot just stamps his feet, but to us it's no less than an earthquake."
"If I had moved to another place and missed the best opportunity, maybe I would never be able to reach my current level again."
This thought may be a bit depressing, but he has become very clear-minded over the years.
When I was young, I was not afraid of anything. I thought that as long as I wanted to do it, I could do anything... Only when I matured in dealing with people did I realize that not only determination and ability can do anything well, sometimes Someone becomes prosperous just because he is lucky at the moment.
"There may not be anything wrong with living an ordinary life." Potter just said.
"That kind of life may be good, but I'm not willing to do it." The scarred man straightened his back. "Forget it, I won't accept this kind of commission in the future."
"In addition to us, more and more people are eyeing the name of the 'Pig Man'... But this is not surprising. Is there anyone in the capital who is more suitable to be used as a scapegoat than the monster in the ghost story? ?" As he said that, the scarred man laughed.
"It seems there are still too many smart people in this world." He said in a relaxed tone.
…
The next day, the number of victims in the "Pig Man" case increased again.
"I heard they were a very loving couple... When he saw his wife's body, the husband cried and fainted on the spot." In the academy, the students were whispering.
"……poor thing."
Many people showed sympathy and regret.
"Mr. Bulwer originally deployed a large number of manpower to investigate, but it was delayed due to punishment. I don't know if Mr. Simon, who just took over, can catch the 'pig man'." Someone said angrily, "Wait a minute. After you catch him, you must torture him with the most cruel punishment, and then let the church judge his soul!"
Wayne closed the book silently and left the classroom.
He suddenly didn't know what expression he should use to face these onlookers who didn't know the truth.
But do they pity the weak together?
Join them in indignation?
What's the use?
This new victim, scrawled in the same cloth bag he saw last night, was discovered by passers-by early this morning.
She's not the first, and I'm afraid she won't be the last.
How many other people like her did not die from "pig people", but were brutally killed in the name of "pig people"?
Could the city guard, who had always been a cadaver, be able to detect this kind of thing?
He frowned and couldn't help but rub his temples.
The whole person was lying on the side of the corridor, and the wide view did not make him feel better; on the contrary, the sky covered by thick clouds made people feel full of depression.
Not long after, there was a slight feeling next to him, and someone leaned against the fence like him.
"Wayne."
It's Chrissy.
At this time, she usually chooses to have a heated relationship with her little sisters, and is not in the mood to pay attention to herself.
Wayne responded in a low voice.
"Um."
"Have you encountered anything unpleasant today?" she asked quickly.
Wayne paused.
After a moment of silence, he still said "hmm".
He didn't want to restrain himself from feeling disappointed at this moment, and in fact, he couldn't restrain himself at all.
Chris handed over the dessert box in her hand.
"Want to eat something? Scientific research shows that eating sweets when you are depressed can effectively relieve your mood -" she said seriously.
"No, you'll get fat." Wayne refused for a second.
"..."
Chris's words were stuck in her throat midway through her words.
After a long while, she said angrily: "Okay, I was careless."
As she said that, she was about to take the dessert box back to the classroom, but as soon as she turned around, Wayne hugged her from behind.
"Hello!"
For a moment, Chris was a little panicked.
People were coming and going in the corridor, and it was seen that various rumors were starting to spread wildly again.
Although my relationship with Wayne is basically known to everyone, it doesn't mean that I like everyone around me to tease me about personal emotional matters!
"Just let me give you a hug." Behind him, Wayne said dullly.
For some reason, when she heard his sad tone, Chris suddenly softened her heart.
"...Well, seeing as you are really unhappy, just this once." She said a little embarrassed.
As expected, their actions were indeed noticed by other students.
It was hard not to notice the two of them standing on one side of the corridor.
Everyone passing by gave them meaningful looks. In just a few moments, it seemed like a century had passed to Chris.
Finally, Wayne let her go.
"It's okay, I seem to have found the motivation to continue to support it." He said.
"...Don't make it sound like you are saving the world alone behind your back." Chris subconsciously complained.
Wayne laughed.
