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Chapter 139, Section 36: The Death of Maronny

Chapter 139, Section 36: The Death of Maronny

When Qin Wei saw Harvey Dent lying in a pool of blood with half his face torn apart, his heart shattered in an instant.

"Hang in there, I'll take you to the hospital!"

"Don't do this, I won't die—it just hurts a little!" With each word he spoke, large pieces of the blood hernia that had just congealed at the wound would tear open, but even so, he still gave Qin Wei his signature smile.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have gone deep into the battlefield alone. Go quickly, the battlefield needs you!"

Harvey pushed Qin Wei away from his embrace and gave him a thumbs up.

Qin Wei took a deep breath, trying his best to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He made a phone call to Selena to inform her of Harvey's situation, then turned and headed towards the Woodside Lane in the direction indicated by Mr. Hacker.

If fate truly exists, he probably already guessed the attacker's identity.

The moment you step into the tree-lined neighborhood, a sense of familiarity washes over you.

With each step after that, Qin Wei felt his body was no longer under his control; drawn by his subconscious, he walked to the theater entrance.

They turned into the crime alley.

Hidden in the dim shadows of the alley, he and Maroni locked eyes.

"Sal Maronny!"

To be fair, Qin Wei and Maroni had no deep-seated hatred before this, but when the other man raised his head and his repulsive face was fully exposed from under his filthy, tangled blond hair, anger burned in his eyes.

At that moment, all he wanted was to tear that face to shreds.

Was it because of Harvey's experience? Of course, but it wasn't just that.

He strode forward, dug his fingers into Maroni's hair, and pulled the man's scalp high up.

The gaunt Maroni looked like a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll dangling from the eaves), and as his scalp was gradually torn open by his own weight, a river of blood flowed from his forehead down his nose to his jaw.

"Yes, your angry eyes are just like Thomas's. When I pulled the trigger on Martha, his expression was exactly the same as yours. I should have made that connection sooner. Bruce, the son of Gotham, infiltrated the gang to seek revenge on the killer from that night."

As they talked, Maroni's broken jawbones clashed and clashed against each other, the eerie sound echoing through the deep alley.

"It's like an absurd script being re-enacted, where the most powerful man in Gotham City dies in a deep alley, at the hands of a guy wearing a hood and who doesn't even dare to show his face."

Faced with inevitable death, Maroni tried his best to appear calm, but the uncontrollable opening and closing of his lips and the trembling of his body betrayed his inner fear.

King of the Underground?

No, unlike Falcone, everything he had was earned through murder and betrayal.

He was just a petty thug who would take risks for power and wealth, essentially no different from a thug who robbed a jewelry store.

For over two decades, he has tried to downplay his labels, wearing custom-made expensive suits and smoking cigars costing thousands of dollars each.

They imitated David Bowie, sporting a slicked-back, golden hairstyle and always being surrounded by admirers whenever they went out.

But the stench from Gotham's East Side seeped from his very bones, lingering on his body and impossible to shake off.

He would dream of this alley, which was like a nightmare to him, and of himself as a stray dog ​​with a broken leg, trembling and kneeling before Royce.

"Please help me! I'm still young, I don't want to go to jail!"

Maroney's despicable act of begging his friend to take the blame is an indelible stain on his reputation.

A petty thug, on his deathbed, prayed that he could face death with the composure of a hero, but he could deceive others, only his own heart.

Kill me one by one, to avenge everything you love!

He had intended to tell Qin Wei a passionate and inspiring speech, but the words that came out of his mouth were a plea for mercy.

"Please, please let me go, I don't want to die!"

What am I saying?!

Shocked, Maroni stared wide-eyed. He clearly saw Qin Wei's lips curve into a beautiful arc, like a Roman king who had attended a gladiatorial combat between humans and beasts and was giving a smile to the slaves in the arena.

Even when the slaves were prostrate on the ground, hiding their heads between their knees, the king's thumb still pointed down.

Qin Wei raised his fist and slammed it down towards Maroni's Adam's apple.

The broken spine protruded from the back of his neck, and blood splattered on Oswald's face, which was not far away.

In the wooden cabin on Naihe Island, Dick, who had just finished a day of training, lay on the bed. Although his body was exhausted, his excited spirit was like a steel needle repeatedly pricking his brain.

After thinking for a long time, he jumped out of bed and quietly lifted the partition leading to the underground training ground.

Slowing her breathing, she slowly moved down the long ladder, the empty training ground still echoing with Talia's heavy, wild breathing.

Talia taught during the day and trained alone at night. Dick had to move extremely slowly to avoid his master's keen detection.

After climbing down the long ladder, Dick, who was hiding in the shadows, tiptoed around Talia and Rashomon, who were fighting in front of the underground waterfall, and slipped into the stone chamber next to him.

"Let me think, where did I put my training clothes?"

"Mr. Grayson, you're planning to wear that out?"

Dick fumbled around in his memory when he suddenly heard Talia's cold call from behind. Feeling guilty, he trembled and instinctively tried to make excuses.

"I didn't—I didn't want to go out—I—I just wanted to practice more—. Okay, I'm lying. I wanted to go out and find them, find my friends. I'm so sorry, Master!" Dick lowered his head.

"Do you really think Bruce—I mean Will—will get involved in tonight's events? Maybe that's just wishful thinking on your part. He'll most likely just stand by and enjoy the glitz and glamour of the moment."

Talia crossed her arms and spoke stiffly. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she was very bothered by Dick's lingering feelings for Qin Wei.

"But I have a feeling my friends are in danger!"

"Hmph! If I remember correctly, he hasn't replied to your text messages for half a year. Does he even remember you?"

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"That doesn't matter. After my parents died, he was the first person who was willing to take me in. I also love my master, Mr. Lei Xiaogu, and everything about the Assassin's Guild, but that will always have a special meaning for me."

Dick clenched his fists and argued.

At that moment, he recalled that night at the abandoned car factory, Oswald spraying fireworks over his head, Jason's cream cake, and Royce putting an origami crown on his head. Whether these were Qin Wei's ways of winning people over or not, it all gave him a sense of home.

"Haha, just let him go!"

Lei Xiaogu's hoarse laughter echoed from outside the cave. Talia frowned in annoyance and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

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