Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2460

Chapter 2460 On the Count of Three

Some time later, the floor of the boxing gym was littered with groaning, weakly moving bodies. The air was heavy with the stench of blood.

Sunny studied his bruised knuckles for a moment, then pushed a finger through a long cut on the side of his jacket and let out an irritated sigh.

"Now I'm going to be wet from the damn rain. Great."

He took off the jacket, revealing his arms — and the scales of the black serpent coiling around them.

If Effie was surprised to see a gang tattoo on the skin of her partner — one much more grand and vast than the ones covering the groaning thugs, no less — she did not show it. Instead, she rummaged around the table where the Black Snakes had been playing cards with a focused expression. Ignoring the alcohol and the piles of money, she picked up a bag of potato chips and smiled in satisfaction.

Sending one into her mouth, she asked with curiosity:

"Not to be a stickler for the rules, but haven't we broken at least a dozen laws just now?"

Sunny gave her a long look, then scoffed.

"Who's going to report us? They?"

The groaning thugs were a pitiful sight, and they were definitely not going to bring the attention of the cops to themselves — let alone let the news that a couple of cops wiped the floor with them spread.

Shaking his head, Sunny walked over to the ring, leaned down, and dragged one of the Black Snakes from under it by the leg. This one was whom he had punched first — the leader of this sorry bunch.

The lower part of his face was painted with blood, and his broken nose was swollen, sticking at a wrong angle.

Nevertheless, he gave Sunny a hateful gaze.

"What... kind of a damn demon are you... you're dead, rat! When the bosses find out, you're going to die…"

Sunny gave him a cold look, then reached forward and unceremoniously set the man's broken nose. As soon as a sharp scream turned into a pained groan, he patted the thug on the shoulder.

"There, there. I set it for you. We can't have you growing even uglier than you are now, can we?"

The man shivered under his ruthless gaze, pressing himself into the side of the ring.

Sunny remained silent for a few moments, then smiled dangerously.

"And hey, buddy, I think you need to get your facts straight. I am not a rat… a rat would have gone behind the backs of the bosses to sell them out to the cops. I told them that I was leaving fair and square, looking them in the eye. It's not my fault they weren't inclined to agree, is it? By the way, that is why you have new bosses now. The old bosses didn't scare me, did you think these new losers would?"

Leaning down, he whispered into the man's ear:

"Tell them to come find me. Hell, tell them I am waiting. That'll make my day."

He straightened and looked at the shivering thug with a complete lack of emotion in his black eyes.

"But then again, you'll have to be alive to tell them anything. And whether you'll live through the next few minutes… is completely up to you."

Effie, who had wandered close, gave him a reproachful look and sighed.

"...I was supposed to be the bad cop, though!"

Sunny ignored her. Instead, he produced his cracked phone and showed the thug a photo of the Nihilist's latest victim.

"Recognize him?"

The man tried to reel back, but he had nowhere to go.

"Shit! What the… what the fuck is that?! Get that crap away from me, damn it!"

Sunny blinked a few times.

"What, have you not seen a corpse before?"

He chuckled, then put the phone back into his pocket and told the thug the dead kid's name.

"He's one of yours, isn't he? You see, my partner and I came here with sincere intentions, wanting to help you guys bring the murderer to justice. There was no need to be so inhospitable, really. But since things already turned out the way they did… I guess you'll just have to tell us everything we need to know anyway."

The thug glared at Sunny and hissed through gritted teeth:

"Do you think I'll tell you anything, rat?! Dream on!"

Without saying a word, Sunny punched him in the face, dislodging the man's nose again.

There was another desperate scream, and Effie winced, taking a step back to continue munching on her potato chips.

"If I were you, I'd just tell him everything he wants to know. There's a limit to what plastic surgery can achieve, after all. There has to be something left of your nose for them to restore it…"

Sunny took a deep breath.

"Did I not tell you to stop calling me rat, bastard? Look what you made me do. Let's try it again, shall we? The kid — tell us everything there is to know about him. When was the last time you saw him? What was his job? Which part of the city did you have him working? Who were his friends? And so on."

The thug had raised both hands to shield his face, looking at Sunny through the tears that had veiled his eyes because of the pain. He remained silent for a while, and then barked angrily:

"I don't know! I don't know, you asshole! Okay?! He's not one of ours!"

Sunny stared at him darkly.

"Hey, friend. Do I look easy to you? Do you think I can't recognize a Black Snake mark when I see it?"

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