Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen: Life is Like a Play (Part Two)

"You're our Savior! Whoever betrays you, I will be the demon avenging you!" Liu Jin pulls out a checkbook, writes a string of numbers in it, and tosses it over to Engma, "Triple the price, I'll pay it myself, Engma. Can you get another crate from the Dwarves? If you can, just wrap up the rest and give us this crate."

"I can try. I'm a regular at the Dwarf workshop; if they ask, I can say I need it for fishing." Engma nods and smiles at his co-conspirators, "I'm starting to feel confident, everyone."

"I'll cover the cost of this crate. If two crates can't take him down, then I'll accept my fate!" Cohen grits his teeth.

"I feel the same. I've got an old revolver, the very old-fashioned kind with no registration or serial number. Who's got the best shot?" Cassie looks around at the others.

"I'm quite good with guns," the Zhao family kid raises his hand.

"Then I'll give the piece to you when the time comes, make sure you shoot accurately," Cassie says.