Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

After Cyril decided to leave the foggy city, Walter quickly planned out a route for him.

"Boss, let's go to the old port. I've contacted a large ship that can take us away from the foggy city."

Cyril sat wearily in his swivel chair, looking at the mess in his office. He was completely devoid of emotion.

"Old Port Wharf, that's the territory of the North Port Chamber of Commerce, isn't it?"

"Yes." Walter answered truthfully without hiding anything. "Although it's the territory of the North Port Chamber of Commerce, precisely because of this, the Brotherhood doesn't dare to meddle, so it's relatively safe."

Cyril listened silently to Walter's proposed escape route. His spirits had been worn down, so he agreed without a second thought.

"Okay, let's do it this way."

Cyril thought for a moment and then asked, "How much asset is left in the bar?"

"There are still seven hundred gold pounds left," Walter said.

Cyril nodded and said, "Take them all. Not only for the journey, but also for settling down and making a comeback."

"Yes, boss."

Cyril leaned back in his chair and waved his hand, indicating that Walter could leave.

He sat in his dilapidated office, his expression indifferent.

Cyril took a cigar from the cigar box on the table, lit it, and took a deep drag.

This may be the last cigar he smokes in the foggy city.

……

Walter arranged for the boat to depart at night.

At night, the dock was shrouded in thick fog, like a layer of gray silk spread across the wide river.

Cyril, dressed in his respectable suit and wearing a felt hat, stood on the dock, gazing at the buildings on the opposite shore.

Behind him stood Wade and his remaining seven or eight men.

Walter, meanwhile, led the rest of his men to deal with the bar's staff.

"Boss, Walter hasn't arrived yet."

Wade took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and said...

Cyril, however, disagreed. He continued to look at the opposite bank and advised Wade not to be so nervous.

"I trust Walter; he'll get here in time."

As he spoke, Cyril pointed to the buildings in the distance and reminisced about his childhood.

"There! I lived there when I was a kid. My family was so poor we couldn't even afford shoes. Walter and I have known each other since we were little. Back then, all the other kids were afraid of us because we were tough enough to fight, and we always managed to beat them up!"

"But they're no match for adults; they can't beat them and will get a good beating."

As he recalled the past, a genuine smile appeared on Cyril's face.

"Back then, we were so envious of those gang leaders who always came and went with a large group of bodyguards. We thought it was so impressive that everyone was afraid of them, respected them, and no one dared to bully them."

"I swore then and there that I would become that kind of person, someone everyone would fear, someone no longer dare to look down on me! I would become the boss!"

Cyril took a deep breath; the air smelled fishy.

Below the dock flows a gently flowing canal.

"What about Walter?" Wade asked.

"He said that when he grows up, he will assist me and help me conquer a large territory!"

Cyril got carried away, waving his arms as if he were still the boss who was high and mighty.

Suddenly, the sound of a steamship's whistle came from the distant canal.

Wade pointed excitedly at the shadows in the fog and said, "Boss, look! The ship's here!"

Following the direction Wade pointed, Cyril also saw a cargo ship slowly sailing toward the dock.

Finally, the ship came to a steady stop at the dock.

At that moment, a sleazy-looking man walked out of the cabin.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Cyril?"

"It's me!" Cyril raised his hand and greeted the man.

"Okay, wait for me to lower the planks!" the man shouted in a shrill voice.

With that, the man's figure disappeared from the sight of the people on the shore.

Cyril turned to his men and said, "See? Walter is always so reliable."

Before he could finish speaking, the man reappeared, but instead of lowering the plank, he held a shotgun in his hand.

The man pointed the gun at Cyril and pulled the trigger.

boom!

Gunshots rang out, and several silver bullets shot out of the gun barrel, flying towards Cyril like rain.

"Boss, watch out!"

With lightning speed, Wade quickly stepped in front of Cyril, shielding him from the most fatal attack.

Therefore, only a few silver beads grazed Cyril's face.

"Wade!"

Cyril looked at Wade, who had collapsed into his arms; his chest had been blown open and his intestines were spilling out.

With his last breath, Wade said to Cyril, "Boss, run..."

After saying that, Wade breathed his last.

Logically speaking, as a superhuman, Wade should not be harmed by ordinary weapons.

Cyril extracted the silver bead from Wade's body and held it in his hand. Cyril could clearly feel the spiritual power emanating from the silver bead.

These are special bullets soaked in a magical potion, designed specifically to deal with superhumans.

This suggests that the attack on the docks was a setup specifically designed for Cyril.

"withdraw!"

Cyril roared.

But it was too late, because three people suddenly appeared from around the dock.

Rodney, knife in hand, pointed at Cyril and shouted, "Kill him! Don't let him get away!"

Moran drew his longbow to its fullest extent and shot a silver arrow into the sky.

The silver arrow flew into the air, changing from one to two, from two to four, and then from four to eight.

The more it is divided, the more numerous and denser it becomes.

In an instant, it turned into a rain of arrows.

Seeing the rain of arrows, Cyril's pupils contracted. He used Wade's corpse as a shield to barely dodge the attack.

Unfortunately, the rest of his men were not so lucky.

They all died under Moran's arrows, falling like grass being cut down.

After tossing Wade's body, riddled with bullets, aside, Cyril looked around and realized he was completely alone.

"Cyril, won't you die?!"

Rodney and his two companions surrounded Cyril.

Cyril sneered, glanced around at the three of them, and then took out a bottle of potion from his pocket.

"Death? I don't think so!"

Cyril unscrewed the potion and was about to pour it into his mouth.

"Stop him!"

Rodney charged toward Cyril.

Moran and Mary simultaneously fired silver arrows and crescent-shaped arcs of light.

However, it was too late. Although both the silver arrow and the crescent arc hit Cyril, he still drank half of the potion.

Suddenly, Cyril's body began to heal on its own, and his body rapidly expanded.

Cyril transformed back into his werewolf form.

Cyril, now a werewolf, displayed unprecedented offensive power, and Rodney and his two companions were forced to retreat under his onslaught.

Seeing the situation was turning bad, Rodney yelled, "How long are you going to wait?!"

Suddenly, Cyril felt a terrifying killing intent coming from behind him.

He turned his head and saw a blood-red spear flying towards him.

Cyril dodged, but the spear pierced his right arm.

A hole the size of a bowl appeared on his right arm.

Blood gushed out, and Cyril clutched his wound, wincing in pain.

"Boss, it's so late, don't leave yet. There's a risk of accidents on the road!"

A young voice drifted leisurely from the direction from which the spear had come.

Lyndon emerged from the shadows carrying another spear, a grin on his face.