Chapter 2 Robbery for Sin

Lucian was never a man who would sit still and wait for death. It was better to take the initiative to attack than to defend passively.

Lucian turned around and fumbled around the bed.

"Click!" with a crisp sound, Lucian took out a long dark object as thick as an arm under the bed. It was a Browning pistol.

"Mother fucking!" Standing by the window, Lucian shouted and jumped down from the second floor.

"Damn it! Someone jumped down the stairs." A young man shouted at the leading man with a black-faced. Obviously, he was frightened.

"I'm not blind. I saw it." The black-faced man squinted at the landing of Lucian.

But he was much calmer than his subordinate underling.

He didn't think Lucian could do anything by himself. It was good for him to kill one or two people at most.

If one died, one less person would be able to share the spoils, and one more food could also be saved in the future.

Thinking of this, the black-faced man even had a gloomy smile on his face.

Lucian walked towards them with a smile.

"Good evening, everyone. You came here without any hesitation under the moonlight. I guess you didn't come to my house to visit me, did you?" Lucian wanted to know more about his enemies.

"Well..." the leader was about to say something cruel, but Lucian's smile made him stunned.

"You robbed the kids' things just now. As long as you return them to us and apologize to them, this matter will be over." The black-faced man quickly adjusted his state and spoke in a different way.

"Oh? What did the kids lose?" Lucian still smiled brightly.

"It's our child who wants to clean your shoes. If you don't agree, then forget it. Why did you beat our child up and take away their heirloom?" One of the minions said eagerly.

The black-faced man didn't retort. He nodded and said to Lucian, "Bro, that's it. Everything is negotiable."

"I'm afraid that the loss of your heirloom has nothing to do with me. Why don't you go somewhere else to look for it?" Lucian's voice was calm, but he was sneering in his heart.

'Do you still have an heirloom? Even if you have it, could you give it to the child?'

"Oh? You want to go back on your words?" The man's eyes and voice suddenly became fierce.

The minions behind them also raised their sticks and surrounded them like a group of hungry wolves.

If eyes could kill a person, Lucian would have died dozens of times.

"Brother, it suddenly occurred to me that I took your things," Lucian said suddenly when they were in tension.

"Is your heirloom a box of cigars? Is it in an iron box?" Lucian asked again.

"Yes, yes. It's just a cigar. You'd better give it to us as soon as possible. Then we will only take back our things, and we don't want anything else." The black-faced man was overjoyed. Cigars were priceless treasures.

"OK, OK. Everyone, the cigar is in my arms. I'll give it back to you right away." Lucian smiled more coquettishly and reached into his arms.

"Hurry up, boy!" A young man with greedy eyes rushed to Lucian and reached out to hold Lucian.

"No, come back!" The black-faced man seemed to sense something was wrong and shouted at the horse in a hurry.

But it was too late. The reaction speed of the black-faced man was no faster than that of Lucian.

"Bang!" a muffled sound exploded in the night sky.

The man's posture froze. Dark red blood mixed with white brains floated in the night and scattered all over the ground.

The expressions of the black-faced man froze. Several women were frightened to scream. Maybe they had killed people before, but the scene in front of them was too shocking.

"Hey, guys, are you satisfied with this treasure?" Lucian put the gun to his mouth and blew on it.