Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1375: Great Merchant

Blood sprayed out, and broken hands and heads flew up at the same time.

The smile froze on the men's faces and they all laughed when Luche let out a scream. In Mockedan, killing a woman who had no power to resist was also a rare entertainment program. By the time their companions raised their knives, they had even imagined a scene made up of blood and broken limbs. The man with four broken arms was planning to cut off Luche's head and put it on the body after her death.

This is definitely a special grave, he thought.

The next scene was similar to what they had imagined, except that the blood belonged to their companions, and the broken hand and head belonged to the man with the knife. As for the saber, it had somehow fallen into Luche's hands. Luche had already stood up, and the expression of fear on his face had disappeared, and even the blurry look had been replaced by the current cold expression. She reached out and wiped her long saber, her fingers stained with blood. The woman reached out her hand to her mouth and sucked it lightly, then spat, "It's so unpleasant. Hey, did you have a good time just now? I wanted to tease you guys for a while longer, but you were too anxious. Otherwise, we can play again."

Her figure suddenly disappeared.

Then, the short-armed man watched as his companions fell to the ground one by one. Before they could fall to the ground, his body slipped. By the time Luche appeared again, apart from the man with the broken arm, the rest of the Barbarians had already turned into a pile of corpses on the ground. Moments later, the thick blood gradually spread under the corpse, even to the side of the broken-armed man's foot.

At some unknown time, his thick legs were already trembling.

Luche patted his face with his bloodstained saber and said, "There is a saying in Mockdale that you can live in Mockdale without martial prowess, but you must have an eloquent mouth; You may not have a sharp mouth, but you must at least have a pair of bright eyes. It seems like your eyes aren't shining at all. It's fine if you can't see that the couple are not easy to mess with. Even I purposely chose a deserted place to go, but I didn't see anything. I really don't know how you managed to survive until now. "

"Anyway, those eyes of yours are useless. Let me cut them for you."

A saber light flashed in the man's eyes.

As the world darkened, he screamed and retreated. His eyes had been cut open by Luche, and blood flowed out of his sockets.

"Stop shouting." Luche frowned and said, "It's too noisy. You can't be quiet."

The man with the broken arm was still screaming miserably.

The scream came to an abrupt halt.

Luche appeared on his shoulder, the long saber in his hand pierced through his brain, pierced through his head, and stabbed out of the man's chin. Luche muttered to himself, "Disobedient guy, it's annoying."

With a thud, the broken-armed man's corpse fell to the ground. Luche clapped his hands and snorted as he left the alley. When she walked out of the alley, she became the confused and even somewhat cowardly woman.

Mokedan was very large. The city was divided into five major districts: the north, south, north, south, north, west, and the center. There were also 49 streets. For ease of management, these streets are named after numbers, and some of these streets have the habit of using human names as aliases. That was because on such streets, there was usually a big shot who could be ranked in the Mockdale.

This was the case with 27th Street, which had the nickname Morocco Street.

Morocco was not only a famous person on this street, but also a person who could not be ignored even if he was thrown into Moktan. Morocco ran the green crystal business, and he was one of the few green crystal buyers in Mocdan. His experience was often the talk of the day, and Morocco was a legendary figure amongst the great figures of Mocdan.

This person had already become the most prestigious businessman on 27th Street. In fact, decades ago, he was the successor of a dilapidated family. In Agares, the family was a dispensable thing. No Patriarch would make a sacrifice for his own clansmen. The meaning of the clan to them was to make it easier for them to gather a group of people for their own use. Because of the Baltic's genes, the term bloodline didn't have much meaning in Agares. As for the heirs, most of them were the result of straightforwardness, and many of the most prosperous clans could be said to have collapsed. This was no surprise to Agares.

The Moroccan family did have some fame in his father's generation, but unfortunately, there was not much property left in Morocco's hands. Morocco simply sold off its property and left Mokedan. People thought that he would go to the east of the empire to look for opportunities. After all, that was the way out for most people. Opportunities abound on the eastern battlefield. As long as you survive, you may one day become a powerful figure in the empire. However, Morocco did not go to the east. Instead, it went to the great wilderness. Later, there was no news of him.

One day Morocco came back when people were about to forget about him. Not only did he not die, he also brought a whole carload of green crystals. This big businessman had built his fortune on this cart of green crystals back then, and he had quickly accumulated an enviable amount of wealth. Morocco then used the wealth to absorb several experts and buy two bankrupt consortia. In this way, he gradually grew stronger and eventually became a famous Green Crystal Purchaser in Mockdale.

Morocco had a well-known habit of staying at the Desert Boat Shop on 27th Street every morning. This was the first shop he had opened when he returned to Mokedan. Even though his shop was now almost all over Twenty-Seventh Street, his habit of visiting the old shop every day remained the same. Morocco was thought to be nostalgic, but only he knew that there was a reason for doing so.

It was about a promise, and although the person who needed him to fulfil it had yet to appear, Morocco had not forgotten, and did not dare to forget, the promise that had been made. Therefore, he would appear at the Desert Boat Shop every day, and today was no exception.

However, today seemed to be a little unusual. Almost as soon as he walked into the shop, a land vehicle stopped by the shop door. Now that Morocco's shops are in full bloom, the old one is no longer open. Morocco was still driving it because of that promise. Therefore, apart from friends, very few people would come to the Desert Boat Shop now.

Three figures quickly descended from the road and they walked into the shop. These were not Moroccan friends. The shop assistant was actually one of Morocco's strongest men, so he wanted to send them away. Morocco stopped him and personally stepped forward with a smile, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Ever since Morocco's rise to fame, he had rarely received guests personally as he did now. Hence, when they heard what he said, their subordinates revealed astonishment.