Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 356 [Broken Hand]

Lockeby cut off one of his own hands.

Without any warning, before anyone could react.

Some of the blood even splattered onto Heisenberg's face.

Heisenberg did not dodge.

He could have easily dodged it, but when the blood splattered, he knew that everything was beyond repair.

Lockeby had made up his mind.

Those who were even more shocked were Lockerbie's men.

Many of them almost forgot to breathe, their minds completely blank.

why?
This is the question that pops up the first second, but it may never have an answer.

Lockeby picked up the severed left hand, completely ignoring his still bleeding limb, and held it up in front of Pope Edwin, saying, "It was indeed my brother who killed your saint, but I cannot hand him over, just as your church is unwilling to hand him over."

He glanced at Maurice as he spoke.

“But I am willing to apologize to your church for this. In our tradition, the hand can be a substitute for life. I hope to show my sincerity with this left hand. After all, if we really have to say, it was my people who died in the beginning.”

Pope Edwin stared at the severed hand and the blood dripping from it, but said nothing.

The people behind him naturally remained silent.

The people of Lockerbie also seemed to have lost the ability to think.

The scene was eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that the only sound was the dripping of blood on the ground.

"Of course, there is another option: you kill me, and I die here. This coffin is for myself."

Lockeby finally broke the silence himself, patting the exquisite coffin beside him.

Upon hearing this, the Lockerbies finally couldn't hold back any longer; they couldn't tolerate it...

"Boss..."

Someone shouted out the first words.

Lockerbie stopped him.

He raised his hand and put the severed fingers to his lips, saying, "Jing."

His words are commands.

At this point, Pope Edwin finally made his decision.

"it is good."

He said "okay" and then extended his hand.

Lockeby handed him the severed hand.

Edwin took it, then raised it high, letting the blood from the severed hand drip onto his papal crown, as if using blood to wash away hatred.

"From today onwards, the feud between the Sea God Cult and Sea King Lockpy is hereby wiped clean. No one in the cult is allowed to take any action regarding this matter; otherwise, it will be considered an act of treason."

His voice was not loud, but his tone was intense.

Yet it was full of authority and a decisive, final word.

At this moment, he finally displayed the aura he had displayed after so many years as pope.

"In accordance with the papal decree."

All the followers of the Sea God Cult bowed their heads.

Including Morris.

In fact, Maurice had just been put on trial by the Church.

What happened last night couldn't be hidden; his high-profile actions were quickly discovered. Originally, the elders' judgment was to strip Maurice of his church membership and imprison him completely.

But before the resolution could be discussed, Lockerbie arrived.

It could be said that Lockerbie saved Maurice.

Lockerbie proved with his actions that Morris's actions last night were correct.

He resolved the matter for the church.

However, this may not necessarily make everyone happy.

Especially the most important ones.

But Maurice still managed a smile.

Sure enough, God has chosen me.

I am the true chosen one of God!
The incident happened quickly and ended just as fast. Many reporters had barely arrived at the scene before they even had time to find a good spot to take pictures.

Therefore, without a doubt, this time the news was once again captured by Hlosh.

He filmed the scene of Pope Edwin picking up Lockerbie's severed limb in a very moving way, and one can imagine how well the newspapers will sell tomorrow.

While the conflict in the port area drew the attention of the entire city, Vasini quietly stood at the entrance of Little Ibia.

This city within a city was once an inaccessible area of the southern district.

There were many ambitious people in the Southern District Mafia who wanted to conquer this area and unify the Southern District, but in the end, none of them succeeded.

Until now.

Vasini, the man who almost became the last Mafia boss, accomplished what no one before him had done.

He is now the conqueror here.

Last night, with the immediate death of Old Man Xiwen, his four adopted sons fled, and his former allies were no longer able to put up any resistance and were easily wiped out.

Of the four adopted sons, Morren was captured, Terry was sniped during his escape, and the remaining two disappeared without a trace.

The core forces that ruled Little Ibia have completely collapsed.

Molen the Hardhead was a pragmatic man. After being captured, he did not put up much resistance and surrendered directly. He was willing to guide Vasini and help him take over Little Ibia.

This is what Vasini wanted to see.

After all, Little Ibia was a city that had been closed off for a long time, and the situation inside was relatively complicated. Although he came here as a conqueror, he would inevitably encounter some resistance and some unexpected situations.

Fortunately, there was Moren the Hardheaded Bug, who knew everything about the place, so he quickly found a few remaining people from Little Ibia who still had some influence in the former alliance.

These people were well aware of the current situation, so they treated Vasini with the utmost respect.

Their meaning was clear: as long as they could keep everything they had, they were willing to cooperate and help stabilize the situation in Little Ibia.

"I heard that Shirley has a ship and he usually stays on it, is that true?"

Vasini suddenly asked a question, appearing quite curious.

"Yes, it's over there. Let me show you the way."

An old man named Fein quickly stepped forward and eagerly led the way.

Vasini did not refuse and followed him forward with a smile.

So the group of people followed towards Old Man Sherwin's ship.

The ship was deep in Little Ibia. Because it was a large ship, it could be seen from a distance in Little Ibia, where buildings are generally low.

It is indeed a very iconic building.

As they approached the ship, more and more people poured out from various dark corners and began to follow them.

In fact, everyone was quite uneasy, wondering what kind of person this new ruler was and what he wanted to do.

"What a huge ship!"

(End of this chapter)