Chapter 106

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Chapter 106: “Thank You”

When Lucy Mormon regained consciousness, he found himself in a windowless metal chamber. The only light came from an LED strip overhead, its cold white glow starkly illuminating his dire situation.

His hands and feet were shackled with iron chains, rendering movement nearly impossible. The intermittent rattling of the metal walls soon revealed his location to him.

He was trapped in the cargo hold of a small truck speeding down the highway.

He licked the lingering taste of blood from his lips and slowly raised his head to face the three masked men across from him. “So you’re the ones who captured me? Heh…”

“What’s so funny?” one of the masked men demanded.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Lucy Mormon.”

“Then you should also realize that you’re already as good as dead.” He spat. “Don’t think covering your faces with masks will save you. The Skill Jaw Gang will hunt you down—you, your parents, your children. None of you will survive.”

But… how did these people manage to take him out from the villa? As Lucy tried to recall, his head throbbed severely sending knives through his skull. He vaguely remembered the roof suddenly exploding, something crashing onto the dining table, followed by a barrage of gunfire, but after that, everything went blank.

“You seem to misunderstand something,” Luo Di said as she crouched in front of him. “Do you think we’re assassins from a rival gang? No… no one employs us.”

Lucy Mormon frowned, he was completely taken aback after hearing that. “Then what’s your purpose for capturing me?”

She pulled several credit cards from her pocket—all confiscated from him earlier. “Give us the PINs.”

This time, Lucy was genuinely stunned.

Then he burst into laughter. “Lunatics! You want to steal from the Skill Jaw Gang? I suggest you’d have better luck robbing a bank—at least that won’t get you killed!”

“What are the PINs?” Luo Di asked, as if he hadn’t spoken.

“If you’re so eager to die, I won’t stop you.” Lucy rattled off a series of numbers. These accounts weren’t his alone; tampering with them would sever his ties to L City. Besides, the PINs alone were useless: the funds couldn’t be transferred online. Withdrawals required both the physical card and in-person verification at designated banks. [Note: The emphasis on physical card access and in-person withdrawals reflects strict anti-fraud measures common in Chinese financial systems, where high-value transactions often require layered offline verification.]

Luo Di beckoned to someone behind her.

Frey opened her laptop, fingers clattering across the keyboard. “The PINs are valid, but they need biometric verification.”

“Thank you.” Luo Di stood and stepped back two paces.

“So, do you plan kill me or let me go?” Lucy Mormon grinned, his gaze piercing the three captors like daggers. “But whatever you choose, don’t think this is going to end here. No one crosses the Skull Jaw Gang and walks away unscathed. If you let me go, I might settle with just your lives. But if you choose the other path… and I’ll ensure every single person related to you, down to your children will die screaming.”

“If I were you,” came the icy reply, “I’d learn respect when your life is in someone else’s hand.”

“You want me to grovel?” Lucy sneered contemptuously. “The only thing I’m thinking of right now is to gut you like a fish and hang you with your own intestines !”

“Coalball,” Luo Di said, retreating to the far corner of the truck. “He’s yours.”

Coalball stepped forward and removed his skull-painted mask. “You don’t know who I am yet, but I promise, my face will haunt what’s left of your life.”

“What’s left…?”

“Exactly. We won’t kill you. We won’t release you. Instead, we’re going to hand you over to the L City police along with those credit cards. The authorities won’t just seize the funds; they’ll trace every drug dollar back to its source.”

“This was the one scenario Lucy Mormon never anticipated. He’d imagined dozens of identities for his kidnappers—mercenaries, rivals, traitors—but never that they’d be some twisted people playing vigilantes.”

At this point, he finally closed his mouth. Landing in police custody wasn’t a death sentence—just a temporary inconvenience. With his web of connections and team of high-priced lawyers, he knew they would ensure he’d never see the inside of a cell.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Coalball smirked. “You believe you won’t stay locked up for long, or perhaps not even get convicted at all, right?”

Click-clack!

As he spoke, he retrieved the shotgun from his back and cocked it with a loud click. “You think you’ll walk free. That your money and power will bury this.”

“You—” Before Lucy Mormon could finish, there was a deafening gunshot!

The bullets punched through the steel floor, sparks erupting like fireflies, instantly turning Lucy’s right hand into a bloody mess!

Lucy screamed in agony! “Ah— I’LL FLAY YOU ALIVE—!”

“That shot was for my mother.” Coalball racked the shotgun and aimed at Lucy’s left hand.

And fired another blast. Lucy’s other hand shattered, revealing white bones amidst torn flesh. His upper body lurched forward, Finally gaining partial freedom as the upper body restraint loosened, Lucy found himself unable to stand amid the pool of blood beneath him.

“And this one was for my sister.”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW THEM, YOU SADISTIC FUCK!”

Coalball continued reloading. The third shot splintered Lucy’s left knee into jagged shards.

“Even though I never cared for my father,” Coalball said, his voice flat, “he wouldn’t have met such a fate if it weren’t for you.”

At this point, Lucy could only gasp for breath continuously

The agony from his mangled limbs began to blur his consciousness.

“This last shot is for the people you poisoned.” Coalball raised the shotgun. “Though their status was low and often overlooked by this city, it doesn’t mean everyone will forget them. Someone always remembers!” Coalball declared loudly before firing the final bullet.

*BOOM.*

Lucy Mormon’s remaining right knee erupted in a shower of gore, completely severing his lower leg from his body.

“Now… do you think you can escape responsibility as easily as before with your lawyer and return to the Skull Jaw Gang?” Coalball slung the gun over his shoulder, staring down at the twitching figure on the ground. “None of the gang keep cripples who can’t wipe their own ass as leaders. You think rival gangs will fear a man or negotiate with a man in a wheelchair? They’d just see you as a joke. When you’re no longer capable of generating wealth for those above you, why should they continue protecting you as they once did?”

Lucy trembled, like a wet animal sound escaping his throat.

“N-no, no…”

With a screech, the truck came to a halt. The trio threw open the cargo doors and leaped from the truck one after another.

Coalball lingered a moment longer, his gaze icy, before exiting out of the truck.

“Don’t leave! Kill me instead!I’m Lucy Mormon—you… you can’t humiliate me like this!” He raised his head, roaring with his final shred of strength.

“Death is too merciful for the likes of you.” Coalball stared down at him one last time before slamming the truck door shut. “I told you: my face will haunt you for the rest of your life. And you’ll deserve every second of it.”

“NO—!”

As the tailgate closed, the interior plunged into absolute darkness.

—

Chaoyang strolled through the halls of Yeni Cathedral, savoring the satisfaction of his modest successes.As the nuns passed by, they greeted him with warm bows, and whenever he saw those floating white threads overhead, his mood would invariably improve.

It reminded him of nurturing a barren plot into a thriving vegetable garden—a testament to patience and growth.

Beyond pharmaceutical production and treating patients, the Paradise had made considerable progress in other areas as well.

For instance, establishing its own armed force.

After extensive debate, the players opted for local recruitment, targeting lower class workers discarded by factories and mines. These were men left to rot in the cathedral with festering wounds from workplace injuries. Originally destined for the Cathedral to await death, with the use of antibiotics, their recovery became remarkably swift. Their youth and recovered strength made them ideal candidates for the Security Corps.

Now, Zhang Zhiyuan and Zhou Zhi oversaw the operation. Walking through the Cathedral, recruitment posters were visible on every sanctuary wall. Even if someone couldn’t understand them, it didn’t matter—the nuns themselves became zealous advocates. Once they learned the corps served Destiny Gate Pharmaceuticals, they wouldn’t forget to mention it even while delivering meals to patients.

Meanwhile, Destiny Gate Pharmaceuticals’ reputation continued to climb. As the public realized the free medicines were genuinely effective. The demand for purchasing these drugs gradually increased as well.

However, Tyler and Asahara Naruko believed it was advisable to let this situation ferment further, allowing the public to experience the power of ‘hunger marketing’.

In any case, the cathedral thrived with boundless energy and vitality.

Suddenly, Chaoyang spotted a figure stride briskly down the corridor.

It was none other than Luo Di.

Her demeanor clearly indicated she was in high spirits, her steps almost breezy.

And indeed, there was a slight wind following her movements.

She stopped before Chaoyang, hands clasped behind her back, and asked “Good morning. How long was I away?”

“About two days. just so you know, it’s noon.” He raised an eyebrow. “Have you finished your tasks over there?”

“Yes, everything went exceptionally smoothly.”

“Won’t you share some details?” Chaoyang, slightly curious, prompted..

“Not yet. But…” She suddenly extended her hand, forming a fist towards Chaoyang, “Your hand too? Make a fist like me.”

“What’s this about?” He mirrored her gesture, puzzled.

“*Seliba Xiong!*” She bumped his fist with hers. “This victory is partly yours. I thank you—on behalf of all the members of the Skull’s Hand.”