The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 160 Ch.159 Mr. Diamond
The long and narrow corridor was filled with an unpleasant smell.

After dark, some people were washing blood-stained clothes here, and some were holding cigarettes, staring at the women's buttocks, and talking dirty.

Some were whispering to each other, calculating while looking at the passers-by hurrying by on the street.

Rose walked in the moonlight and turned around to go into the corridor.

Suddenly, whistles were heard everywhere.

"Hey, butt up!"

"Shut up, 'little bird'." Rose spat at him and raised her middle finger. "You want me to sneak into your room in the middle of the night and cut off your thing that is already barely visible? Listen to me, keep it. At least it proves that you have it."

A burst of laughter.

The man who was scolded did not take it as an offense. He straightened his felt hat, pointed at Rose while holding a cigarette, and then pointed at his own butt.

"Five shillings for one try, is that right?"

"Save it for your mother's coffin."

Rose sneered, and as she passed by him, she elbowed him hard in the ribs, leaving the man unable to utter anything except a gasp.

She greeted a few familiar men, walked to the end of the corridor, turned right at the fork, and turned into a narrower alley.

Gradually, there are fewer men and more women.

Some had just returned from work and were still wearing dresses; some were wearing suits and top hats, with their hair tied up and carrying canes; some were holding lanterns to guide these "ghosts" returning home at night, and some were counting the stolen goods and settling accounts in the houses beside the alley with the help of the light.

This is the Elephant Gang.

A gang new to London, on the rampage.

"came back?"

A woman greeted her.

"Take a rest today." Rose nodded and passed by.

Facing gazes that were either awed or yearning, she stopped in front of a two-story building at the innermost side of the alley.

Go forward and lock the door.

A woman opened the door for her and welcomed her in.

The innermost room on the second floor.

No candles were lit.

There was a tall figure standing in front of the window, smoking a cigar and overlooking the entire alley.

At its feet lay a bloody woman with a smashed face - blood dripped from the figure's fists and was absorbed into the buds of the roses on the soft carpet.

"I'm...I'm sorry, sir..." Her intermittent wails were painful and shrill.

However, the person in front of the window just puffed out smoke.

then.

The woman who opened the door for Rose came in with three servants, grabbed her legs and dragged her out.

"gentlemen."

Rose carefully walked around the bloodstains, the faint moonlight revealing the outline of a person near the window.

It was at least six feet tall.

The shoulders are extremely broad and the arms are thick.

"You are lucky not to have died at that party," it said.

The heavy sound hit the wall and echoed in the house.

"I…"

Rose bit her lip and said, "…I'm going to find my sisters."

The tall shadow said nothing.

"But I didn't find them at the party," Miss Snitch knew that she would not end well today, so she said frankly: "Sir, I don't know who you are doing business with - but I heard that the party was a nest of cultists. Did you know that?"

Her attempts went unanswered.

But I have got the answer.

"…That's the cultist's lair! Sir! You know that, right?"

Rose's heart was beating fast, and even her voice began to tremble: "You said that we can do it on our own-"

The black shadow suddenly turned around, and each step was heavy.

It came to Rose.

Snapped--

A slap in the face made her stagger.

Blood immediately gushed out of his mouth.

Rose shivered but didn't dare to do anything. She just stood there with her head down.

Until the lights were turned on.

Mr. Diamond took a few steps back, leaned against the table, and stared at Rose quietly.

No, it should be: Diamond Lady.

The brown-haired woman had an angular square face and a very high, strong nose.

As she stared down at Rose, she felt a fierce pressure coming upon her like a giant leaning over her.

On every finger of her right hand she wore sharp, fleshy diamond rings, but it was her left hand that she used to whip Rose.

"Who gives you the right to question my decision?"

"Rose."

"Who saved you?"

Mr. Diamond's voice was as thick and deep as her body: "Have you forgotten? If it weren't for me, you should be in bed now, instead of running around freely in a suit or long skirt, and you can come back and tell me with a clear conscience after stealing the invitation and barging into my client's party without permission - what I did was wrong?" "Rose, you... want to sit in my seat?"

Rose lowered her head and shook it twice, but said nothing.

"What did you promise me before joining?"

Mr Diamond said.

"You obey my orders."

"I will give you a new life."

"Tell me, Lillian Rose Vansittart—have I given you a new life?"

Tears fell on the carpet and at Rose's feet.

The girl raised her head with red eyes.

"You gave it to me."

The strong woman nodded slightly, the veins on her neck like vines: "So, did you obey my orders?"

Rose gritted her teeth: "…But that's about twenty sisters——"

"You just need to answer my questions." She said calmly: "Did you obey my orders?"

"Yes, or no?"

Rose was angered by this calm questioning. Her face flushed red, and her green eyes were like a hungry and ferocious wolf in the middle of the night: "I won't pretend that I know nothing. And then, I will watch them... being sent to the butcher's shop by you!"

The woman looked calm, her eyes flicking to a certain spot: "You want to fight me? Rose?"

Rose clenched her fists, and the sharp blades that quietly appeared between her fingers cut her own skin and flesh.

Drops of blood fell onto the roses on the carpet.

"You promised!"

"You must promise to let them live a stable life without being bullied!"

"You promised!"

"Promise them as you promised me!"

Rose was shaking with excitement.

She couldn't believe that the person who had once broken the darkness for her was still doing things that dragged people into darkness.

"How could you treat them like this?!"

She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't help but believe it.

"I don't know... I don't know how much they will suffer before they die... When they are full of hope..." Rose shook her wrist, and the blood-stained blade fell silently and cut off Rose's head.

She covered her face and her voice was muffled.

"When they were full of hope...thinking..."

"I thought my miserable life had finally brought me happiness..."

"I actually thought...I actually thought..."

The room was so quiet that it seemed as if there was only one person in it.

Rose slowly raised her head.

His face was covered in blood.

"To think you were Hope, Anne."

The woman called Anne looked quietly at the wolf cub in front of her that was baring its teeth at her. She turned around, pushed open the wooden box on the table, took out a cigar, held it in her mouth, and lit it.

Then, he pulled out a handkerchief from his chest and threw it to Rose.

The way women inhale smoke is more rough than that of men.

Soon, fog rose in the room, covering a pair of fierce eyes.

"We are not a charity, Lillian Rose Vansittart."

Her voice was deep, mellow and low like a piano, like water soaked by sunlight flowing over her ankles, calming Rose's heaving chest.

She paused for a moment, took a puff of the cigar, pursed her thick lips and exhaled the smoke that had been chewed by her tongue and teeth.

“People who are good for nothing have their final use.”

she says.

"I am the leader of the Elephant Gang. I am responsible for the future of the Gang."

Rose rubbed her swollen face and whispered back, "We can hurt anyone, Annie. Anyone, male or female, infant or old - but we should never hurt our own people..."

Annie stopped talking.

Rose clutched the handkerchief, gritted her teeth, and took two steps across the carpet and through the hazy moon veil.

She came up to the woman and looked up at her face, which was shrouded in smoke and becoming increasingly unclear.

She lowered her hands and held Anne's rough big hands.

The sharp diamond ring face hurt her.

But she still held on tightly.

"Annie."

she says.

"My sister, my mother, the one who saved me from the darkness." The two hard emeralds were softened by warm tears: "It's time for us to stop, right?"

"We have money and land. We don't have to wander the alleys in the cold winter, begging or asking for mercy."

“We don’t have to chase after more.”

"You have never seen true power," Anne raised the corners of her mouth and showed a cold smile: "This world is bigger than you think, Rose."

(End of this chapter)