Chapter 492
Chapter 492:
However, Ashton merely glanced around, snorted dismissively, and walked straight into one of the buildings.
He kicked the door open and found a group of thieves engaged in a card game, who looked up at the sudden interruption.
As a stranger entered, they grabbed nearby machetes and steel rods, smirking menacingly as they approached him.
They mistook Ashton for a vigilante or bounty hunter, thinking he was a lamb foolishly walking into their trap. The scar-faced leader confronted Ashton, saying, “Where do you think you’re going, taking us on by yourself? You can either leave your valuables and scram or soon find out that our weapons aren’t just for decoration…”
But before the leader could finish his threat, he stopped abruptly.
If stares had deadly power, the newcomer might have ended lives with his. His gaze was icy, a chill even these seasoned criminals hadn’t felt before!
Ashton gave a cold snort, grabbed the steel machete from the leader’s grasp, and twisted it effortlessly into a spiral, as though it were mere dough.
The onlookers, shocked by such strength, felt a shiver of fear crawl across their scalps.
This man was no mere lamb; he was a wolf among sheep! Realizing their fear, Ashton didn’t hesitate and went straight to the point, saying, “I’m not here for you. Did any of you see a girl around here last night?”
The scar-faced leader quickly nodded, his voice low. “Yes, there was a woman here, quite attractive. But she was foolish to go in that direction…”
His voice faded, his face clouding with a look of ominous secrecy.
The scar-faced leader stopped talking and made a money gesture in front of Ashton, grinning slyly. His actions clearly indicated that he would not finish his story without payment.
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Ashton’s brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly grabbed the scar-faced leader’s neck with much force using one hand, slowly lifting him off the ground.
Soon, the scar-faced leader’s face turned red as he gasped, struggling to breathe. The smirk on his face vanished, and his eyes were filled with panic.
But his efforts to struggle were in vain. Upon realizing that Ashton had no intention of letting him go, he finally pleaded, “Please, don’t kill me… We can talk this out.” Then, he ordered his men, “Drop your weapons!” The other thieves slowly crouched down, putting their weapons on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Ashton loosened his grip slightly, enough for the scar-faced leader to catch his breath. He demanded, “Start talking. Now!”
The scar-faced leader coughed violently. He felt very humiliated, but he didn’t dare to get angry. Instead, he started confessing. “That woman came here in the middle of the night and headed toward an old factory warehouse about two hundred yards behind this building. That is such an eerie place.”
Ashton immediately asked, “What do you know about that warehouse?”
The scar-faced leader shook his head. “We only know a little. Recently, a group of people in black cloaks and white masks moved in there. They kicked out all the residents and didn’t allow anyone near. The previous boss of this place was a tough and ruthless man. He was a fugitive from abroad and owned a few guns. When he saw how arrogant those newcomers were, he led his men to the warehouse to teach them a lesson. However, they never returned. They simply vanished after confronting those people. Also, since those newcomers arrived, fugitives and homeless people living in this area started to disappear one after another. We often heard screams from the warehouse at night, making our skin crawl. But we have no other choice. People like us have nowhere else to stay. So, we pretend not to know anything. And to avoid any trouble, we stay away from that warehouse. We never dare to go near that place.”
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