Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Bullets rained down, and before these men could even react, they were already lying in pools of blood, their fates unknown.

This place is church territory. If anyone dares to fire a shot here, the people here will kill the intruder by any means necessary.

Killing and being killed—that's the daily life of Roanapur.

"Don't shoot!!"

A voice rang out; it was the same person who had tried to persuade Elvis earlier.

After hearing the voice, Levi and Ada stopped firing and instead looked to see what the other person wanted to say.

The man walked forward and made a gesture of surrender to them.

"Levi, it's me, Robles! Stop shooting! This is a misunderstanding!"

boom!

His answer was a bullet that grazed his ear.

"Do you think this kind of thing can be explained away as an accident?!"

"You think you can get away with firing a shot in a church? You've got a good dream!!"

Levi and Ada continued firing, and the number of people on the other side was rapidly decreasing.

Seeing that the two were getting heated, Robles quickly used his battered car as cover and said to Elvis beside him:

"Mr. Elvis, I'll retreat now..."

"What a joke! I'm going to beat these bastards to a pulp! I won't leave a single one alive!!"

Elvis's eyes were bloodshot from having his hand cut off.

As a gangster from America, he naturally felt superior when he arrived in a poor, remote area. Then, Isaac killed off a large number of his brothers and threatened him. Then, the girl who worked for him escaped, and when he chased after her, his hand was chopped off.

These events caused his pride to cloud his judgment.

"I told you long ago! This is definitely not an ordinary place!"

Robles was also helpless.

This guy was introduced to Roanapur by himself. He works for a big gang in Florida and looks down on 'country bumpkins' here. I warned him several times not to cause trouble here, but he wouldn't listen.

If this person hadn't been from his hometown, he really wouldn't have wanted to get involved.

Moreover, he had just seen a terrifying figure.

Although he didn't know that Isaac was the boss behind IW, he did know that the man was the largest weapons supplier in Roanapur.

What does offending him mean? It means the body might not even be intact.

Several gangs had previously thought Isaac was easy to bully since he was new, but in the end, the bodies of everyone from the leader to the officers to hundreds of his underlings were blown to pieces.

This person is definitely someone you absolutely cannot mess with in this city, just like Zhang Weixin and Balalaika.

Helpless, he dragged Elvis along through the hail of bullets toward the car.

"Wait, I haven't..."

"Don't say anything, get in the car first."

Bang!

With a loud bang, Isaac suddenly appeared in front of them.

"!"

"Mr. Elvis, may I interpret your sending people here to cause trouble as a betrayal of my trust?"

"You...you are..."

Elvis recognized Isaac; he was the man who had killed all of his men and threatened him earlier that day.

Why is he in church?

"You haven't come up with three million US dollars, yet you're causing trouble here. Are you trying to kill me so you can renege on your debt?"

"No...nothing like that."

"I have good news for you. I won't kill you until you hand over the money. But if you can't come up with the money by then..."

Isaac paused here, and Elvis nervously swallowed.

"Since this is Thailand, why don't you get a sex reassignment surgery here and then go to Japan to debut as an idol?"

"what!?"

"What the hell? If you know, then get lost!"

Upon hearing this, Robles, who was standing next to him, pulled Elvis into the car, and they quickly drove away from the scene with the sound of the engine.

After the car drove away, it kicked up dust and left behind a pile of corpses lying on the ground.

“Young friend Isaac, I must say that I have also suffered great losses this time.” Yolanda walked over and looked at the corpses on the ground and said, “The cost of ammunition, the repair cost of the gate.”

"I'll make it up to you, Xiaoqian."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that," Yolanda said with a kind smile.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the central figure in this incident, the woman who had come to ask for help.

"Huh?"

Jenny felt uncomfortable when she noticed the group of people staring at her.

She had barely escaped from the gang and thought she would be safe once she reached the church.

But now she feels like she's 'escaped from a dragon's den only to fall into a tiger's lair.' After escaping from one group of dangerous individuals, she's now in the hands of an even more dangerous group.

"Damn it! Damn it! That damned nun, and that damned brat!!"

Elvis lay in his hospital bed looking at his severed hand.

With current technology, it's difficult to replant severed limbs, especially since this is just a poor little city near Thailand.

“Stop thinking about being their enemy,” Robles sighed.

"What did you say?! My hand was just severed for nothing?!"

"Yes."

"..."

"Do you know who you're dealing with?" Robles' tone turned serious. "That nun is a member of the Violent Church, Levi is known as Two-Hand, a famous dual-wielder from the Black Lagoon Company, and then there's Isaac..."

At this point, he clutched his head in exasperation. "Why would you be his enemy? Have you lost your mind? He's the biggest arms dealer in all of Roanapur! Offending him is like a death sentence!"

"It's not important to talk about these things now. What about Jenny?"

"Stop thinking about her. I advise you to pay off your debts and go back to Florida. This is the last piece of advice I can give you."

After saying that, Robles left the ward.

To be honest, he doesn't want to have anything to do with this person anymore.

After Robles left, a man who looked like a cowboy walked into his hospital room.

"Boss, did you call me?"

"Yes, I need you to do a few things for me."

Chapter 611: Poor Jenny

“Come on, miss, tell us what happened, and why they are hunting you down.”

In the church chapel, Jenny sat in the center, surrounded by a group of people staring at her.

“They are the ‘Raberland Larre Lucart Road’, a grassroots organization of the ‘Gera Lomo’ family that is entrenched in the Florida area.”

Faced with questions from Isaac and the others, Jenny slowly revealed the truth.

“They commissioned me to manufacture old US dollars. The organization that counterfeits old US dollars is located all over the world, but with the help of the internet, it’s no problem at all,” Jenny said. “My job is to coordinate the team, so I’m kind of a team leader.”

"Then why were you being hunted down?" Yolanda asked with a smile. "Did you steal their money and run away? Or was the quality of their products substandard?"

“How rude of me! I didn’t do anything like that,” Jenny said unhappily. “They were just too impatient.”

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Listen carefully, the reason I took this job is that they asked me to make perfect counterfeit money, but the actual operation is very difficult. First of all, the quality of the paper is key, the proportions..."

Isaac: "..."

Why does this woman seem so proud of making counterfeit money?

"Furthermore, we can't get the printers they need; the model we're using right now is a Heisenberg F..."

"Excuse me for interrupting you."

Isaac, who was already getting a little impatient, raised his hand.

"what happened?"

How long are you going to talk about this?

"Weren't you guys asking me why? What's wrong? Are you bored?"

“It’s incredibly boring,” Isaac said without hesitation. “Excuse me for being blunt, but I can earn real money much faster than you can print counterfeit money.”

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I can earn a billion dollars with just one phone call. If I give you the same amount of time, can you print a billion dollars in counterfeit money for me?"

"..."

Jenny looked around and saw that whether it was Levi, Ida, or the old nun Yolanda, they all looked calm, seemingly agreeing with Isaac's words.

“I have no interest in how you make counterfeit money, nor even in your life or death, miss, you'd better understand that,” Isaac laughed. “I advise you to tell me what I want to hear now, otherwise…”

"No, what else?"

Miss Jenny was somewhat intimidated when she faced Isaac, who was smiling.

“Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to send you back to Elvis. Maybe he’ll thank me and give me some payment for my services,” Isaac laughed. “Of course, I probably can’t predict what will happen to you.”

"Wait! Um... what do you want to know?"

Jenny's voice was a little soft, and she wasn't as proud as before.