Enforcer Manual
Chapter 974 - 889: The Rest of My Life

Chapter 974: Chapter 889: The Rest of My Life

Song Lan felt that he had underestimated "Nothingness". God knows how many times he had rehearsed such a scene in his mind.

The nib of the fountain pen gradually penetrated into Scarface’s ear canal, and the intense pain finally made this cold-blooded killer cry out.

The hotel staff were all petrified by the sudden outburst; it had never occurred to them that someone would dare to cross paths with a member of the Skull Gang in Lute City.

Even the braggart Rebel Army, when passing through Lute City, had never sought trouble with the Skull Gang.

Did they not know who was backing the Skull Gang?

Scarface’s cursing and screaming summoned the Skull Gang’s enforcers; gunshots and the hotel’s violin concerto together composed an exhilarating melody.

"Nothingness" had completely blended into the fray, using Scarface as a human shield while moving up through the safety passage. The spent bullet casings falling to the floor almost gave Song Lan the illusion that he was on a movie set.

But the blood and the smell of blood were real.

Scarface’s uncontrollable rage was real, too. Because of the angle, he could not see "Nothingness" and could only glare fiercely at Song Lan, venting his rage and resentment on this scapegoat.

Song Lan felt a chill under Scarface’s glare.

The man was called Scarface because his face was covered with hideous scars. It was said that these scars were left during gang fights, the medals of cruelty and ferocity. Being stared at by such a ruthless character put an unimaginable psychological pressure on Song Lan.

This scene fully illustrated the differences in the style of action between him and "Nothingness".

Song Lan never enjoyed the process of fighting in gun battles nor would he give his friends the chance to stare at him like this.

More and more members of the Skull Gang arrived, using their firepower to corner them at the end of the hallway. Yet "Nothingness" was still itching to try, eager to experience new thrills like smashing through the hotel window when cornered and leaping down to escape onto a garbage bin.

"You’re dead, you’re all dead for sure."

Blood continued to ooze from his ears, and his knee, hit by a bullet, had completely collapsed. But unlike ordinary street thugs, Scarface showed no signs of submission.

His wandering gaze caught sight of the trembling cleaner and the Gold Seekers who had been trafficked here, "Not just you, everyone here will die in this place. The Brotherhood will not let you go."

Upon hearing the words "The Brotherhood", the cleaner’s face turned ashen. She collapsed to the floor, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

So the question arises.

Where did this Brotherhood come from?

"Nothingness" with his actions proved the disadvantages of skipping dialogue and jumping straight into battle, for up to this moment, Song Lan still did not know who they were dealing with. He could only surmise that the Brotherhood was an organization larger than the Skull Gang, and judging by the reactions of those around him, their level of brutality could likely be 2.75 times that of Scarface.

It’s unclear how they compare in brutality to the Bug Swarm Queen.

"The archaeologist from the Commerce Association was taken away by the Brotherhood."

"She was taken to a place where no one will ever find her, and today, you will die in this place."

Apparently due to pain, Scarface’s consciousness had become blurred, entering a state of repetition.

"Wait a second, I’ve seen you—no, my mistake, I haven’t seen you, I don’t know anything!"

The human trafficker, who had been enjoying the show, blurted out upon hearing Song Lan’s voice, only to quickly correct himself.

Having been in the industry for a long time, he had a good memory, especially for recognizing people.

He had originally planned to sell this young man to the Skull Gang, who were fond of young people. They adapted quickly to new things and were savvy with network devices. Perhaps this young man had some friends or acquaintances in District 17. The Skull Gang had used such young people before, luring their friends or even relatives to Lute City with the promise of wealth.

What happened to those people afterward was beyond his knowledge.

But recognizing someone under these circumstances was obviously not a good thing.

Now, Song Lan seemed healthy in liver, kidney, and heart, yet on his first day in Lute City, he had broken Scarface’s knee—a feat no one had ever dared to commit.

Even after Scarface had smashed his hand bones not long ago, he harbored no thoughts of resistance.

"Then it’ll be you. You tell me what this Brotherhood is all about."

Since someone was volunteering, Song Lan indulged the eager human trafficker.

The trafficker returned an incredulous look, "You don’t know about the Brotherhood?"

"Don’t answer a question with a question!"

Before Song Lan could speak, "Nothingness" had already aimed his gun barrel at the trafficker’s other intact arm. In fact, he wasn’t really interested in the truth about the archaeologist or the Brotherhood; he just wanted to find an opportunity to shatter a few lucky guests’ knees with bullets like in the movies, then provide them with an ear massage using a pen as a prop.

ASMR?

There seemed to be specialized videos for that online.

"The Brotherhood is the true controller of the Oasis black market. All the goods here eventually have to pass through their hands."

It was for this reason that they had created countless horrifying murder cases to prevent some merchants from cheating and avoiding duties. Once, a mayor of Lute City called for a crackdown on the black market and the Brotherhood’s influence. The night of his speech his body appeared in the streets, mutilated beyond recognition.