Super Righteous Player
Chapter 247 - 245 Why Don’t You Play by the Rules_1

Chapter 247: Chapter 245 Why Don’t You Play by the Rules_1

Viscount quickly realized that the dentist named "Gerald" seemed to have left in a hurry.

Because he didn’t take many of his things.

But it didn’t seem like he was being chased...

Because Viscount found quite a bit of money in the drawers.

If one were fleeing for their life, they could leave everything else, but surely they would take the money.

Not only to forge a path but also to buy one’s life back.

In his drawers, Viscount found over twenty banknotes, more than a dozen silver coins, and half a sack of copper coins. Having just arrived in this world, Viscount did not know how much purchasing power this money held... but based on his experience, the dentist must have been very wealthy.

— Because a toothache really can be the death of you.

Copper coins and silver coins would be somewhat bulky to carry and could make noise, so Viscount temporarily put them back in place, only taking the paper money with him.

Viscount also found a set of rather decent clothes—he even boiled water and took a bath in the dental clinic, combed his hair neatly, before changing into this heavy and warm, exquisitely tailored attire.

After that, Viscount found some other useful things.

His "Dexterous Hands" skill seemed to be in constant use.

Some items that could be used to set traps would sometimes emit a faint white light, and when other items that could be used to complete the trap came close, the white light would become clearer; if the trap could be successfully assembled, the light would turn blue as an indicator.

But this white light could also disrupt Viscount’s thinking... because some "traps" couldn’t be moved.

For example, the bathtub was emitting a faint white light. It took Viscount a long time to realize the item that interacted with the bathtub was a bottle of brown-yellow ointment from the medicine cabinet.

That seemed to be an anesthetic ointment.

"...I get it, a vigilante game."

Viscount suddenly understood.

Yes, he had played the game of vigilante before... and he was pretty good at it.

After realizing the true use of the dexterous hands skill, Viscount immediately began to collect other items from the dental clinic.

Such as the ointment... such as the soft iron strips that could be bent into lock-picking tools, the sharp little knives used for cutting gums. Beyond that, there were also ropes, fine threads, and other miscellaneous props.

Viscount found a painting as well.

It was wrapped in oilcloth and rolled up in a very thick black cloth, hidden in a secret compartment under the bed, and it seemed quite valuable. Viscount put it back where it was and remembered its location.

When all preparations were complete, Viscount finally went to the window and pulled the curtains open slightly.

Number 13 and Number 23 Xiushui Street were separated only by one street.

The back of Number 13 faced the front of Number 23.

In the mission, it appeared he had been beaten up by the group from Number 23 Xiushui Street—to prevent being discovered and pursued by someone coming out before even approaching. Viscount decided to first observe the surrounding roads and check the place from a higher room that offered a view of Number 23 Xiushui Street.

He stood behind the curtains silently watching for nearly ten minutes, confirming there seemed to be no one inside Number 23.

Only then did he leave Gerald’s dental clinic, resumed stealth, and headed downstairs. Once in a secluded corner, he disabled stealth.

He calmly walked into the alley near Number 23.

Upon entering the darkness, he crouched and waited to complete his stealth.

His body gradually disappeared... Once he had completely re-entered stealth, he maintained his stealthy posture and, using the hemp rope he had picked up in the dental clinic, along with the iron bar he had gotten from dismantling the clinic’s iron gate, fashioned a grappling hook, which he then threw with precision, hooking it on the second-floor balcony.

Then Viscount silently climbed onto the balcony and slipped inside.

Fortunately, there was nobody inside.

Viscount carefully observed the number of living supplies and determined there should be three people living here. He found a relatively fancy stiletto knife in the second-floor cabinet, a short sword about as long as his forearm and as thick as two fingers, and six small bottles of dark green liquid—clearly poison.

Each bottle was only the size of a bottle of essential balm, fitting perfectly on one side of his belt. The short sword could be hung on the other side.

This should be his weapon.

After entering, Viscount finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was no one here.

It seemed that even if he had come directly, he probably would not have been caught... but it was still okay to be cautious.

After a moment of thought, he took out the anesthetic ointment, applied it to his stiletto, and poured all of one bottle of poison into the water jug.

Then he set up a simple mechanism—if he pulled the rope from behind the curtain, another curtain on the opposite side of the room would make a noise.

It was somewhat challenging to set up such a mechanism for the first time, even under the guidance of dexterous hands.

As soon as Viscount finished setting up the first mechanism, he heard talking from the doorway.

Viscount immediately tensed, crouched down, and urgently entered stealth mode.

"Shall we just slip away quickly?"

A somewhat anxious voice from a middle-aged man came from the doorway.

The key turned, and the room door opened.

An old man, looking to be in his fifties or sixties with a withered body, entered. Following behind him was another man, who appeared to be in his thirties, in the prime of his life, and quite robust.

Two people!

Si Anke felt a bit nervous, his heartbeat became more intense... just like the first time he cheated on a test.

His palms were sweating nonstop, and he didn’t even dare breathe too heavily.

Fortunately, his stealth skills were quite effective; when Si Anke crouched motionless, indeed, neither of the two men had discovered him.

The younger man retorted, "Leave? Where could we possibly go? Wouldn’t we still have to fight with knives for territory anywhere else?"

"At least we’ll be farther from those unclear followers of the False God."

The old man muttered, clearly just making an offhand remark, "If we keep staying here, who knows when we might get killed."

"Hah, that’s true indeed."

The robust man snorted in derision and cursed softly under his breath.

He struck the bedpost and muttered, "This new lord, he dares to kill the Viscount; what else is he not capable of?"

"When someone kills a Viscount, that’s infighting among the nobility; but if we dared to lay a hand on him, that would be big trouble."

The old man chuckled coldly, "The kid dared to kill the Viscount in cold blood, then simply used the excuse of some ’Cultist of Decay’ instigator... Do we not know if the Cultists of Decay would kill him or not?

"This young lord is so decisive in his actions, definitely not someone to be trifled with, extremely ruthless. That eunuch who came here before was saying something about how the third young master of the Crow family is some weak and useless figure... I’m thinking, he might just have a grudge against the lord, wanting us to test the waters for him."

"Thank goodness the boss is smart, just took the money and didn’t take action," the young man said with some relief, "otherwise, if the lord was provoked, we wouldn’t be able to run away."

"I’ve talked to Bob about this matter."

The old man said as he poured himself a glass of water, murmuring, "How about we set a price for that intelligence and sell it to the young lord? From then on, he manages his Clearwater Street, and we manage our Xiushui Street... never crossing paths, wouldn’t that be nice. After all, this is just the poor... the common..."

As he was speaking, his voice suddenly became extremely hoarse, and his movements froze in place.

The old man’s mouth moved twice, he reached for his throat and forcefully spit out.

But after only two spits, he suddenly fell forward powerlessly into his own vomit, his complexion turning purple-red, he struggled to breathe, and it looked like he was out of air.

The younger man immediately tightened up.

He didn’t care at all about the old man’s condition; instead, he cautiously put down the cup he was about to pick up and drew a curved blade from his waist.

"Poisoned? Someone’s been here?"

He whispered lowly, scanning the surroundings, "Any stealthers?"

Maintaining vigilance, the man moved to the center of the room, intending to switch on the lamp in the middle of the room.

Just then, he heard a very faint sound coming from beneath the curtains—if he wasn’t keeping quiet, he might not have heard it at all.

He was all too familiar with that sound—

It was the sound of multiple silver coins clinking against each other in a pocket.

He immediately looked up, squinting at the curtains.

After watching for a moment, he gave up.

The man turned and slowly moved back towards the door, his gaze fixed in the direction of the upstairs.

But as he passed the curtain, he suddenly lashed out in rage, turning and roaring as he slashed at the curtain!

A ripping sound followed—

Underneath that curtain was nothing but a money pouch hanging from a rope!

And that was his own money pouch!

The man’s pupils immediately contracted.

He realized something, but it was too late.

He felt a chill in his lower back, a tremendously precise strike that avoided the strongest parts of the bone and muscle, stabbing into his kidney.

A surge of heat came with the intense pain, followed by a powerful numbness coursing through his body, blocking the pain in his back.

His legs immediately went numb, just like the feeling of having squatted for a very long time; the tingling and cold sensation made him cry out involuntarily.

"—Don’t kill me!! Friend!!"

The young thief immediately threw down his curved blade without hesitation, raised his hands, and shouted loudly, "I surrender!!"

The huge noise startled Si Anke, who had just completed a backstab and was preparing to choke the man unconscious.

He was momentarily bewildered.

...How could you surrender?

That’s not following the script!?

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