I, who was killing God, became a knife crusher

"Since I have finished what I wanted to say, I will take my leave now."

Moyin turned around gracefully and prepared to leave.

"Shall I give you a ride, little brother?"

Dratson stood up and said.

"No thanks. You should discipline your men first. Besides, although we are planning to form an alliance, it won't be good for the alliance if we are seen traveling together."

Moyin shook his head. He couldn't say that he had a good impression of Dratson. He just thought that he was a tool who appeared at the right time. He didn't plan to have too much interaction with him.

"That's right. I'll go deal with those idiots right away. Take care, little brother."

Dratson smiled and nodded, and Moyin immediately left the underground sewer from another exit.

As Moyin left the underground sewer, the smile on Dratson's face gradually faded, replaced by a chilling scowl.

He didn’t even sleep last night and repeatedly told them to take good care of Team Ailei when they met them, but the next day these idiots offended Moyin, and it hasn’t even been 24 hours!!!

Fortunately, Moyin had a good temper, which meant that he was asked to punish those idiots. If the mistakes of these idiots caused the powerful allies he had finally brought in to turn against him, then even cutting them into pieces would not be enough to relieve his hatred.

And this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he feels that his authority has been challenged. If he does not severely punish these idiots this time, not only will Moyin be unable to explain himself, but he himself will also lose a certain prestige.

In order to keep this position, he had to be more vicious and cunning than other thieves. Otherwise, over the years, he would have turned into a pile of rotting corpses in the underground sewer.

All thieves must be afraid of him.

With an angry look on his face, Dratson walked out of the area where he usually lived at a fast pace. When the thieves on the road saw his posture, they naturally knew that someone was going to be in trouble, so no one ran over to offend him at this time. God knows whether they would be used as a punching bag and have their necks slit and thrown into the sewer.

Although the thieves who had taken the lead in trying to rob Moyin had already gotten up from the ground, the thieves who had stood up and surrounded Moyin before now surrounded them. No one would let them go because of their past kindness.

If these main culprits run away, they will have to accept punishment from Dratson.

The friendship between the thieves was very shallow, and they didn't have any life-threatening relationship, so the former accomplice blocked their way to death.

"Well done, you idiots! Well done! I just went to sleep for a few hours! And you're thinking of snatching our future support?! That's the future A-rank adventurer team!"

Dratson yelled angrily.

"Boss, please forgive us this time. It was because that kid Mikne said that gentleman was his friend. We never thought that the kid could be friends with Mr. Moyin, so we forgot what you said last night."

The thief explained fearfully.

"You dare to forget my words? Very good, very good! Indeed, I have been too gentle with you recently. It seems that you have forgotten my methods. Well, then today, I will teach you a lesson! Skin them and make them into sofas! Put them here in the hall. Remember this, if anyone does such a stupid thing again, that sofa will be their fate!"

Dratson gave the order angrily, and the surrounding thieves immediately drew their weapons and rushed forward.

The fear that Dratson had dominated them for many years had long made them dare not resist any orders given by Dratson.

If this isn't done more proactively, they might be the next ones to be exposed.

Soon, the previous thieves were turned into undead under the knives of their former companions, and then their skins were literally peeled off alive.

Then, the body, which was constantly oozing blood, was thrown into the underground sewer by several thieves and washed away by the sewage.

Mikne's face turned pale as he looked at the bloody scene.

Although he knew that these people had brought this upon themselves, but... they were still living human beings an hour ago.

"Mickneh, come here."

Dratson waved to Mikne.

"B, boss."

Mikne came to Dratson with some fear.

"Brother Moyin said that you are a good person. From now on, you don't have to steal things in the black market. Go to Aitkenson Avenue to make a living. Just pay 10% of the contribution every day."

Dratson made the arrangements with a cheerful face.

This can be considered as doing Moyin a favor. He takes good care of Mikne. Although Moyin may not value this care, it can also show his attitude towards Moyin's words.

"Thank you BOSS."

Mikne nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Aitkenson Avenue was the richest street in the city of Hidelt. However, due to negotiations with the guards, the number of thieves who could be assigned to Dratson was very limited. It could be said that this place was where all thieves wanted to go, but only thieves who had made certain contributions or handed over a large amount of money could go there.

Therefore, the surrounding thieves were looking at Mikne with envy. What kind of shit luck did this kid have to get such a good job?

Chapter 1285: Even though I am not right, I am still strong

Having said that, Mikne was not very happy in his heart. After all, he himself rejected the identity of a thief. Even if he received benefits from it, he could not feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

But on the surface, he still had to show his gratitude to Dratson.

After all, he still has to live here as a thief.

After leaving the underground sewer, Moyin went to the library of the Holy Square Church to look for some epic poems and tried to further analyze Demis's personality traits and appearance locations.

If Demis's character is that of a fox-like god, then the Wall of the World that Tisser and the others easily found out might just be a bait he set up. Once some existence is observed there, he might escape immediately.

And if he ran away again this time, Moyin didn't know if he would meet him again, so he wanted to be as safe as possible.

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"Moyin, we found a kind of legion management chess in the market today that supports ten people to play together. Let's play together later?"

Ailei suggested excitedly.

"No, Tisser and I have something to do tonight. You guys can play at home. I might be back a little late."

Mo Yin spoke up.

"You, you two won't come back to sleep at night, right?"

Elle asked, a little worried.

"I will definitely come back. I just plan to assassinate someone as a bargaining chip."

Mo Yin looked at Ai Lei with a smile on his face. Was he afraid that he and Tisser would go to get a room? Putting aside his side, Tisser would definitely refuse.

"Oh, is that so? Then come back early. I'll be waiting for you."

Elle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Moyin then took Tisser out of the hot spring hotel and blended into the night.

"Is this the condition offered by Dratson?"

Walking in the deserted alley, Tisser asked.

"Yes, you guessed it right. If you ask someone to do something for you, you have to give them something in return. Besides, I don't want to owe them a favor, so I need you, an excellent assassin, to take action."

"I see. This is part of my job."

Tisser nodded slightly.

"But I might be a little pushy. Can I allow you to assassinate the target in a less-than-perfect way?"

Moyin asked.

"I don't understand you."

Tisser asked with some confusion.

"You are an excellent assassin. If the target's death is too perfect, we will be suspicious. But if you disguise yourself as a low-level killer and just happen to accomplish this task, you can get rid of our suspicion."

Moyin began to explain.

"I see. That's a brilliant idea. I haven't even thought of that. By the way, who is the target?"

Tisser asked with admiration. If she went alone, she would consider how to perfectly complete the assassination mission from the professional perspective of an assassin.

I wouldn't even consider the suspicion that might arise afterwards, but Moyin just made up for that.

"The Haitel family in the western district of Hidelt City. I plan to cut off the head of their head and give it to Dratson as a gift."

Moyin answered.

"The Haitel family... is a little troublesome."

Tisser frowned slightly.

"Hmm? With your strength, is it stressful?"

Moyin asked with some surprise.

"That's not the case, but the Haitel family has a close relationship with the lord of Hidelt City. Thirty percent of their profits go to the lord. The lord will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly."

"Even if Dratson is suspected, he will shamelessly say that this matter has nothing to do with them. But if we are investigated..."

"You've been trained in poker face, so you should be able to withstand the pressure. If they find out about us, I will protest by saying that they can doubt our motives, but they can't doubt your ability as an A-level assassin. As long as we act confident, they will be fooled."

Moyin replied with a smile.

"Will it be so smooth?"

Tisser couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"After all, this concerns your honor as an A-level assassin. If someone doubts your ability without any evidence pointing to you, the party in charge of the investigation will probably be a little apprehensive."

"After all, you are an A-level assassin. I think most people would not want to make an enemy of an A-level assassin. We have an old saying over there that goes 'even if you are not right, you are still strong.'"

Mo Yin said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. You are the captain. Since I have accepted Team Elle and become a member of it, I will act according to your and Miss Elle's instructions."

Tisser said expressionlessly.

"By the way, has the Assassin's Guild logged in information about all the assassins in Hidelt City?"

Mo Yin asked.

"Not really. The assassins who went there all joined the Assassin's Guild out of their own will, because they could receive assassination missions to avoid the impulse caused by the Divine Protection, and they could also get paid. Although there are some rules, these rules are too easy compared to the benefits that assassins get from the Guild. After all, just a little restraint can avoid the future where our relatives and friends are killed by our own hands. Therefore, most of the members of the Assassin's Guild joined out of their own will."

"Of course, there are also some assassins who like to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Even if such assassins do not join the Assassin's Guild, they will not have the urge to kill under the protection of the God, so these people did not register with the Assassin's Guild."

"But having said that, if this type of assassin kills too many people, someone will offer a reward for their heads, so there won't be many of these assassins. After all, it will be the entire Assassin's Guild that will take action."