I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

After seeing the two off in a pleasant manner, Phyllis released his arm very naturally without Mien's prompting, as if nothing had happened.

"This person works at the corner grocery store," Phyllis said casually, patting her clothes as she introduced her.

Just then, their communication rings flashed faintly, sending a message—Fred had made a move!

The two immediately rushed to the location reported.

On the way, Mien asked, "How did Fred do it to him last time?"

Phyllis regained her serious expression:

"He and his group just took some gifts to visit Paul, seemingly to reconcile. Oh, and two fishing rods too."

"A fishing rod?" Mien felt puzzled.

How can a fishing rod kill someone? You can't kill someone by hitting them either.

…………

Paul stretched, put on his coat, and walked out of an ordinary house. A beautiful young woman in loose pajamas saw him out.

She was his mistress whom he kept in secret.

Six or seven men were waiting outside the door. They had been waiting all morning, and some of them had already started to doze off. Upon seeing this, they quickly got up and went forward.

"Let's go back," Paul said, straightening his collar.

The woman gently touched his chest and walked back with tender affection.

Even after relaxing for half a day, Bohr still looked irritable.

The previous incident had made him very angry.

After being discovered to have secretly performed a sacrificial spell, it was Fred who relentlessly pursued the matter.

Is this never going to end? Looks like he really wants to give it his all!

Damn it, if the two gangs weren't allied, we would have already led our men to fight him to the death.

However, he was absolutely loyal to Miles! It was impossible for him to disobey his orders, especially after he had just caused trouble for Miles; he couldn't afford to cause him any more trouble.

He was willing to give his life for his boss.

He almost died on the roadside back then, and it was he who saved his life and kept him by his side, giving him a future and helping him achieve his current status step by step. He is his benefactor.

Mien, who was standing next to him, suddenly sneezed.

Bohr thought about it and then sneered.

However, Miles said that if the other party provoked him again, he would simply tear up the alliance agreement; he had long since given up on such peace.

After all, they are the ones who need our help. If we don't take the opportunity to extort them, would we still be considered gangsters?

The group went down the stairs and walked to the roadside. Suddenly, they saw a group of people walking towards them from afar. It was Fred and his group!

The group immediately assumed a fighting stance, drew their daggers, and prepared to fight, displaying their skillful execution.

Just as Bohr was preparing to fight desperately, he found them walking up to him with smiles on their faces, stuffing a cigarette into each of their mouths, and stuffing several packets of good stuff into their pockets.

Fred, with a fawning expression, personally carried the items towards him. Paul immediately backed away, grinning maliciously, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Brother, I was wrong about what happened before."

"What?" Paul asked warily.

"Boss Theodore has already taught me a lesson."

Ah. Bohr understood what the other party meant by that appearance.

Not so awesome anymore? Huh?

"I broke the agreement between the two gangs, so how is it your fault?"

Fred immediately retorted, "That's all in the past. Didn't Boss Miles already handle it? That's your Blood Gang's own business."

"You didn't say that before."

"Our conflict is ultimately a private matter, and it shouldn't affect the cooperation between the gangs."

Fred lowered his voice again: "And to serve the Mother Goddess together."

At this point, Paul couldn't say anything more, after all, he couldn't offend the Mother Goddess of Contractual Truth, and it was also a way of giving Fred face.

He tilted his head back and let Fred put the cigarette in his mouth, then lit it.

He stuffed himself with a whole bundle of money and a small bottle of expensive wine.

"I know we had a lot of conflicts and things happened between us in the past, but for our important matter, my devotion to Mother Goddess made me realize my sins."

"Oh? How devout?" Paul said jokingly, taking a drag of his cigarette.

He didn't trust the other party's behavior at all; he just wanted to see what other tricks he could pull.

Fred simply pulled out two contracts and placed them in front of him: "These two bars are for you."

Paul glanced around and saw that they were the two most popular bars in Fred's territory.

What?!

A gift for myself? Really?

He glanced at the other party's sincere expression, then showed the contract to his subordinates after reading it.

The subordinate nodded in agreement: No problem.

"What do you mean?"

"That's exactly what I mean," Fred said with a forced smile.

"What do our grudges matter in the face of such important matters?"

Once we complete the sacrificial ceremony and become the Mother Goddess's first followers, what do those two bars matter?

Paul wasn't listening at all; he was looking down and carefully examining the contract.

These are two bars located at the border of their respective territories. They've fought countless times over them, holding onto their pride, and now they've just handed them over to them like this.

There was even one who promised his wife in bed that he would give her one once he got it back.

Bohr smiled, already imagining how happy she would be and how she would repay him.

Fred continued, "By then, our territory might not just be Valgon City anymore."

A devout light appeared in his eyes.

Paul understood his meaning, tucked the contract into his pocket, softened his tone, and replied with a smile:

"That's for sure; our devotion to the Mother Goddess will surely bring us her rewards."

I was even a little worried that the other party might regret it.

Fred was delighted to see this and immediately moved closer, trying to establish a relationship:

"Brother Paul, it's wonderful that you accepted it. The bosses will be so happy to know we've made up!"

"Haha, easy! If the two of us join forces, let's see who dares to disobey us."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

"Perfect timing, let's go for a drink. You're actually quite easy to get along with!"

"Hey!" Fred shook his head. "Look what else I brought."

As he spoke, he beckoned one of his men to come forward, who was carrying two fishing rods.

Do you remember this?

Bohr stared blankly at the fishing rod, asking in confusion, "What's this...?"

Fred smiled and reminded him, "The fish pond at the foot of the mountain."

"Oh!" Paul immediately remembered.

That was the place where he and his gang used to hang out and play when he was a kid, hanging out with Miles.

Later, when he first fought with Fred, this place was taken away and never got it back. He had almost forgotten about it, but many memories came flooding back.

"To show that we've made up, how about we go fishing together here?"

Bohr felt a surge of emotion, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay."

I'm sure they wouldn't dare do anything to me, with so many subordinates around.

Even if he were to risk everything and fight to the death, Miles would inevitably find out. How would he clean up the mess? How could the alliance between the two gangs to serve the Mother Goddess proceed?

Relieved, she happily walked alongside Fred.

Along the way, the two talked about the future and their brotherhood, and when the atmosphere became right, they couldn't help but put their arms around each other's shoulders.

Bohr thought this person was not bad.

Upon arriving at the location, Fred turned to his men and said, "You wait outside."

Bohr's men looked at Bohr.

Bohr glanced at the empty fishing spot, saw no ambush, and nodded: "You guys stay outside too."

It'll be alright. Fred isn't even as big as me; he can't beat me one-on-one. At worst, I can just shout, and my men will come running immediately.

Fred's men immediately ushered Paul's men aside for drinks and cigarettes, exclaiming, "Sooo ...

The two sat on the hillside and cast their fishing rods.

A large, dilapidated sign stood to the side, which read: Fishing is prohibited here!

Paul glanced at it, not paying attention. Had this thing existed before?

I couldn't help but think of the days I spent with my brothers in my childhood, and a sense of excitement welled up inside me.

Fred, however, calmed down, feeling nervous about what was about to happen, and focused intently on manipulating the fishing rod.

Paul laughed and said, "Brother Fred, let me tell you, I used to catch more than a dozen a day by myself, the biggest one was as big as two arms!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fred cast his line and a big fish was caught, splashing in the water.

Feeling a little embarrassed, but not paying it any mind, he swung the club again and said to Fred:

"Okay! Give this place back to me along with the bar. It's not much money. I've been living here for over ten years; it's practically my home. How about it?!"

Fred said softly, "We need to talk to Boss Theodore first and get his approval."

"That's easy to say. We'll go back and ask him together. Once he sees that we've made up, he'll definitely agree."

Fred smiled and pulled up his rod, catching another big fish.

Seeing this, Paul frowned and looked at Fred: "Hey, you're not going to back out of my promise, are you?"

"How could that be?" Frey smiled.

"Hahahaha!" Bohr laughed loudly upon hearing this.

"Let's go talk to them this afternoon! Then we'll call Boss Miles, and the gangs will truly be allied! We'll drink together! We'll serve the Mother Goddess together and grow stronger!"

As he spoke, he bent down to fiddle with the bait, his mood brightening with excitement: "I refuse to believe I can't catch anything! It's only been a while since I've fished, how could I have really forgotten?! I..."

quack!

Suddenly, a muffled cry rang out as a rock fell from the sky and struck him on the head, sending him sprawling face down to the ground.

Fred immediately stepped forward to finish him off, smashing stones at his head again and again until he was covered in blood and gore.

However, the subsequent attacks all struck the defensive barrier that Mien had subtly set up nearby, and then the illusion spell was cast.

Panting, Fred sat down to one side.

After a while, he stood up, took out a bottle of purple liquid from his pocket, poured it on Bohr's "corpse," and began to chant.

"O God of Covenant and Truth! I have made a sacred covenant with you:"

A person who openly breaks a contract will inevitably be abandoned by those around him upon his death.

After saying that, the purple energy flew towards Bohr's subordinates who were not far away.