Chapter 43: Know Too Much (2/2)

“Dead? Why not sell them as slaves? It’s a quick buck.”

“You don’t get it. Boss Black Whip did try to get them to talk and spill the beans on who hired them at the time, and probably would sell them as slaves after getting the details.”

“And? They died without talking?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice.”

“What? What happened?”

“One of them was cracking jokes and making merry, even after he was restrained in a cangue. Instead, he was trying to trick Black Whip for information, and it’s like he couldn’t feel pain even after the torture started…”

“Tough nut. How about the other one?”

“He was… laughing.”

“Laughing coldly? Or that silent grin in the face of impending doom?”

“No, laughing crazily. It’s as if he’s easily entertained—he kept laughing as the comedian cracked his jokes.”

“…”

“Well, in the end, Black Whip saw red and actually cracked. He chopped off the comedian’s head with a swing!”

“Wow, tough life. Did he get spooked in the end?”

“Nah. His last words were ‘hold up, let me finish his one—you’ll definitely laugh out loud!’…”

“Is he mad? Well, the other guy must be scared out of his wits.”

“Nope. When he saw his friend’s head drop off, he was laughing madly!”

“What the hell…”

“His words were ‘Hahaha, you lame thing, I’m dying here!'”

“???”

“Yeah. Then Black Whip cut him down too.”

“…Where did they come from?”

“Heaven knows. That said, Black Whip told us that more of those idiots would be coming, and we should be more careful with the patrol.”

Just as the two who seemed to be playing a sketch passed through a narrow vent, a black figure leaped out of it. Before the men could react, one was burnt to dust, another frozen into ice that shattered.

Edward stared at their corpses coldly, breathing out vapors before slowly saying, “You know too much.”