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Chapter 502 The Butcher's Scars

"Damn it—"

The mother, driving that beat-up Chevrolet, made a frustrated sound as she drove towards the butcher's location.

"Damn! Why did he come back at this hour?! The timing is absolutely perfect! If he were just half an hour later, we could have met up first!"

There's nothing we can do.

Ma Zhaodi sighed: "I was gone for two days, which spanned two days. According to you, Locomotive is very addicted and uses one every day, so today should be the day he restocks, which makes sense."

"Fuck you—"

"Hey, wait a minute, there's a twist, we don't need to rush."

"Huh? What plot twist?"

Ma Zhaodi paused for a moment, then turned to look at his phone screen. He saw that the train had placed the small bag on the table, the zipper open, revealing a clear, blue liquid inside—half of which had been removed, while the other half remained inside, totaling about ten tubes.

But that's not the point. The point is that the locomotive didn't immediately set off to deliver the medicine to the noodle shop. Instead, it rolled around in bed with the "Claw Woman."

Are these two serious?

"Are you asking me?"

"Hey, what are you two listening to?"

Franky's sly voice rang out in the team chat: "Why does your voice sound so energetic?"

"The Claw Woman and the Locomotive played a game of Ludo."

Ma Zhaodi turned off his phone screen, and the two people's whining stopped abruptly. He sighed and relaxed.

"No need to rush, breast milk, just drive slowly. As long as the locomotive doesn't run as fast as it does this time, we'll have time to meet up."

At this moment, the butcher also spoke in the channel: "There's no sound. Why aren't you watching? Are you embarrassed?"

"Besides satisfying your curiosity and voyeuristic desires, what's the point of looking at this?" Ma Zhaodi retorted. "Or have you never seen anything like this before? Are you all greenhorns?"

The breast milk was the first to retort: ​​"I have a wife and daughter."

Franky followed up: "Friend, I'm a free spirit by nature, and I always attract butterflies that fly by. You can call me a scumbag, but you can't say I'm a virgin."

The butcher, strangely, remained silent.

Franky looked up and saw the expression on his face: gloomy, angry, and sad. To be honest, there were very few people in the world who could make a bastard like the Butcher feel sad.

But Franky knew that the Butcher's expression at that moment was genuine.

The atmosphere froze for two or three seconds. After a few seconds, the woman driving the car realized something and quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Oh, right, buddy, I think among us, you're the one who looks most like a raw recruit, brand new and unopened."

"Don't worry about me."

Ma Zhaodi replied aloud, but in his mind he was recalling the scene just now. He couldn't believe that a physiological topic would cause the butcher to react like that. That scoundrel had long since thrown away all his useless notions of dignity and restraint.

"So what touched his sore spot just now must have been his 'lover'."

Thinking about it carefully, Franky is with Sherry by his side, and he also called his family yesterday. But the butcher is completely different.

Ma Zhaodi had spent several days talking with him, but this man in his late thirties, nearing forty, never mentioned his family. He never spoke of his wife or children, nor did he mention whether he had an ex-wife. It was as if he were truly alone, without any ties or attachments, and had never loved anyone. It was only then that Ma Zhaodi realized that he might not actually be alone, or at least he had never been alone before.

Thinking about it carefully, the nameless rage that Butcher felt from their first meeting, the surging fury that wanted to burn down the entire Vought, burn down all superhumans, and even destroy himself along with them, couldn't possibly be water without roots or a tree without a source.

Hatred alone cannot turn a person into a butcher; only love can transform a person into a beast.

Just then, the breast milk finally brought the car to its destination.

Is this the restaurant?

"I'm not sure, we need to go in and take a look."

When Ma Zhaodi pushed open the door to enter the restaurant, the butcher had already composed himself, and there was no particular expression on his face.

"No problem, this is the taste."

Ma Zhaodi sniffed the aroma in the shop and made the final decision, immediately putting the three of them in high spirits.

"Let's see if those two are done yet?"

"Then come out first and get in the car."

The group didn't plan to sit in the shop together to wait—an old man with a fierce look, a burly black man, a skinny guy who looked like a thug, and a yellow-skinned Chinese man; this combination was bound to attract attention.

The four men got into the old Chevrolet one by one. The one-way black tinted windows blocked all the outside view, making it inconspicuous when parked on the side of the road. The butcher couldn't help but look inside the car and asked, "Whose car is this?"

"mine."

Ma Zhaodi replied, "Walter gave me $100,000, so I figured I might as well use it. I gave part of it to Frankie as a commission fee, and used the rest to buy this used car."

The butcher couldn't help but laugh. He found the idea of ​​the Boys using the money Walter had given them to investigate Walter hilarious.

But a few seconds later, his face darkened again.

The reason is simple: he himself had also lost 30,000 dollars to Ma Zhaodi, and the only thing he could be thankful for was that the 30,000 dollars wouldn't be used against him.

"So how much money do you have left?"

"Not much, just enough."

As Ma Zhaodi spoke, he turned on his phone. At that moment, the Train Head and the Claw Woman finally finished their match. The Train Head picked up his bag, put away the potions, gave the Claw Woman a few instructions, and then disappeared from the surveillance footage.

The woman with the grudge carefully put the extracted potions into her bag and then hid them in the safe.

"The day I almost collided with Robin, the locomotive was also carrying a bag like this."

Ma Zhaodi put his phone away: "The train engine learned its lesson this time and didn't administer the drug before setting off. If we calculate based on its usual speed, it will probably arrive at... ten, nine, eight—"

Ma Zhaodi immediately started a countdown. The three of them were stunned for only a second before they quickly reacted and placed their hands on the guns at their waists.

"Are you sure he'll get there so quickly? It's seven kilometers."

"His speed is almost the speed of sound. You do the math, the whole thing takes only twenty-one seconds. If you include having to avoid pedestrians, it'll add at most five seconds—time's up!"

As soon as Ma Zhaodi finished speaking, a howling wind rushed into the crowd—the figure of the locomotive flashed by, and the next second, he walked into the noodle shop empty-handed.

"Holy crap, he really delivered the compound here!"

(End of this chapter)