Chapter 92: From Mad Dog to Dead Dog
"Don't be hasty—this wasn't my idea." Michelin squinted his small eyes, spread his arms, and said hurriedly.
Blood mixed with brain matter dripped from Mason's gauntlets onto the ground, making Michelin tremble. Because of their ferocious appearance, many people called the Blood Source Society members monsters, but in his eyes, this guy was the real monster.
In mere seconds, like a butcher with meat, he'd disemboweled and killed the ruthless operatives beside him.
"It was Boss Kidd who sent me. He just told me you guys would be delivering cargo here, and asked me to detain your men and deliberately let one escape..."
Mason frowned. Things seemed to be following his suspicions, but he'd never heard of this Kidd before, which was odd.
"Who is Kidd?"
"Kidd is one of the Blood Source Society leaders in this district, but he and our Gear Gang have always stayed out of each other's way." Tom explained in a low voice, so quietly even he might not hear himself.
"Go untie Hank and get him the best medical attention. I'll cover the cost," Mason instructed, turning around.
"Uh... Boss Mason, am I free to go now?" Michelin asked, bowing obsequiously.
Mason smiled and nodded. "No problem."
Michelin felt uneasy at Mason's smile, gave a nervous laugh, and tentatively asked, "Can I really leave now?"
"Of course, but which part of you wants to leave first?" Mason asked with a smile.
Michelin was momentarily confused. "Boss Mason, what do you mean?"
"I think your previous method was very effective, and I plan to adopt it too. I'll have someone send a part of you to your boss, Kidd. Hopefully, he'll come to rescue you then!" Mason revealed his gleaming white teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately.
Michelin's eyes widened, especially when he heard Mason say he'd remove a part of his body. His fat face jiggled wildly, and then he bolted, his massive body moving like a ball of flesh with surprising speed!
"Trying to run?"
Mason launched himself forward, grabbing a long metal pipe from beside the garbage heap. In a few strides, he caught up, leaping into the air and swinging the pipe horizontally.
CRACK!
A heavy impact echoed throughout the space. Everyone who heard the sound felt their scalp tingle, as if the pipe had struck them personally, and couldn't help but wince.
"That must have hurt like hell!" Chris grimaced.
The entire metal pipe was bent from the blow. Michelin's bones shattered, and he screamed in agony. His skin was covered in a layer of oily secretion. If it weren't for this substance absorbing some of the impact, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to scream at all.
"Hey Chris, can you do me a favor?"
Chris was hiding in a corner watching when he suddenly heard Mason call his name. He was startled at first, then asked the runner next to him with a confused look.
"He's calling me?"
His runner's face darkened, thinking his boss might be losing it, but he didn't dare show it and hurriedly nodded.
"Uh... Mason, are you calling me?" Chris walked to Mason's side. "Do you want me to find someone to help you dispose of this guy?" He pointed to Michelin, who was being beaten mercilessly by Mason.
Mason nodded, revealing a vicious smile that made Chris's heart skip a beat. He slightly curled his fingers, extended a sharp blade from his fingertips, and then plunged it into the gap in Michelin's neck!
"Gah...Gah!"
Michelin's scream cut off abruptly as massive amounts of blood gushed from his wound. His body trembled violently like a leaf, and it took a long time before he finally fell still.
"Mason, didn't you just say you were going to get his boss, Kidd, to rescue him?" Chris felt that Mason's change of heart was faster than turning a page. One second he was calmly discussing plans, the next he was taking a life.
"I suddenly realized that if we want Kidd to show up, sending this fat guy's hand is enough. As for him, we'd kill him eventually anyway, so there's no need to go through all that trouble."
"Could you please find someone to dispose of his body for me? Do it discreetly, and try not to let anyone find it before Kidd shows up."
Chris felt his throat was extremely dry and wanted to respond, but he seemed affected by Mason's commanding presence, and couldn't open his mouth even after several attempts.
At first, Chris thought Mason was just a reckless fighter, but later he discovered that Mason was meticulous and strategic. But at this moment, he realized this guy was just a cold-blooded killing machine in human skin!
"Mason, do you even know who he is?"
"His name is Michelin. Although he's just an ordinary enforcer, his brother is a major figure in the Blood Source Society, with status comparable to Boss Donnie, but far more dangerous!"
"You killed him—you've gotten yourself into serious trouble!"
"If I hadn't killed him, he would have killed me. Since I've done it, there's no use looking back." Mason patted Chris on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't drag you guys into this."
Chris seemed to have some connections of his own and wasn't particularly afraid. He said nothing more and ordered his men to help dispose of the body.
Just then, Tom, who had put Hank in the vehicle, rushed to Mason's side. "Boss Mason, quick! Hank's awake! He says he has something important to tell you!"
"What is it?"
Tom shook his head. "He says he can only tell you directly."
When Mason reached the vehicle, Hank was half-reclined, breathing heavily. He looked at Mason with gratitude and said, "Boss, thank you!"
"Don't rush, tell me slowly."
"Boss Mason, this was all orchestrated by Mad Dog Johnny!"
"Mad Dog Johnny? How is he involved in this again?" Mason was surprised.
"When they knocked me unconscious, that fat Michelin received a call, and the person he was talking to was Mad Dog Johnny!" Hank gasped for breath.
"It was Mad Dog Johnny who leaked our delivery location, which is why Michelin caught us red-handed."
Mason narrowed his eyes. "I remember Johnny was sent to a new territory a month ago, fighting with the Blood Source for control there. How did he end up connected with the Blood Source leader's brother?"
Hank shook his head. "I don't know, but I heard Mad Dog Johnny has secured new territory and is coming back soon."
"Interesting!"
Mason grinned, sensing a larger conspiracy. But since Johnny dared to scheme against him again, Mason wasn't going to let it slide this time.
A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Mad Dog Johnny? Hmph, maybe from now on, there'll only be a dead dog left!"