"Your money? Are you fucking kidding me? You could have 10 currency?" The man seemed to be laughing in anger, waving the banknote in his hand, "Two poor brats, having 10 currency?"
"Pah!" The man spat on the boy, then stuffed the 10 currency into his pocket, not forgetting to mock him: "Heh... If you dare to go to the police station, I will deduct all of your sister Lina's salary'stored' here according to the 'rules,' do you understand?"
After saying this, the man hummed a tune and walked away triumphantly, leaving only the boy lying on the stone slab, curled up and sobbing, watching the back of the departing man and the hand stuffed in his pocket clutching the 10 currency, his mournful cries mixed with a hint of despair.
In Syl's eyes, she could already see some strange tumors writhing on the boy's back, and his mournful cries were gradually transforming into angry wails. He stared fixedly at the direction the man had left, as if he would rush up and tear the short, fat man to pieces in the next second.
The reason Syl chose not to step in and stop it was because she didn't know if the other side had any accomplices or Investigators nearby. There was also a very regrettable fact: although the Saintess was Rank 1, her combat ability was no different from an ordinary person, and her strength was no better than an ordinary person's either.
"The street is really deserted... Have they all gone to the factory? Why can't I see a single Investigator?" Syl turned her head and looked at the somewhat deserted street around her.
To avoid exposing the Physician's stitched creature—Edward—Syl chose to walk forward after observing the surroundings clearly.
Syl took off her glasses, put them into her black robe, knelt beside Edward, and raised her hand toward him.
"Hand of Redemption."
A pure white light enveloped Edward, and his injuries, along with his despair, returned to normal under the influence of the Hand of Redemption.
"What happened? Can you tell me about it?" Syl looked at Edward with a smile, "Don't worry, I am from the Church of the Goddess of Hope."
Because she knew beforehand that the Church of the Goddess of Hope had a favorable impression in Edward's heart, Syl got straight to the point and mentioned the church.
"Big-Bearded Mike... He saw my 10 currency, he wanted to take it, and threatened me by deducting all of my sister's salary... Even though he almost never paid it!" Edward, who had just regained some calm, began to lose control of his emotions as he spoke.
Syl released another Hand of Redemption and comforted him:
"It's okay, I will help you get the money back."
"It's useless..." Edward's left eye had completely lost its luster, "He is just a running dog for the factory... He doesn't treat our lives as lives at all!"
"Are there many people working for the factory?" Syl asked.
"Yes... Even though they are all from Ibiza, they make a living by helping the factory owners cheat us. I don't know how many people have been forced to commit suicide." Edward's voice was filled with pain, but he still looked at Syl and said.
"Thank you for your healing, Sister... You are the third stranger I've met who is willing to help me. The one before saved my life, the one before that gave me 10 currency, although that no longer belongs to me..."
They were all me... Syl sighed with some helplessness.
Syl didn't speak, just stood up silently and glanced in the direction the man had left.
Originally, Syl had been hesitating whether inciting a riot would disrupt order and make life even harder for the people of Ibiza, but she discovered that order might not have existed in the first place.
There needs to be a leader to lead them to fight for it, to use blood to tell the world about their pain and suffering.
"It's fine, I'll go help you get it back." After saying this with a smile, Syl stood up and walked in the direction the man had left.
Syl walked into the alley ahead where the man had just turned and disappeared. She saw the man's back in the depths of the alley, walking inside while occasionally taking the currency out of his pocket to check.
The empty alley had no prying eyes.
"Hoo..." Syl suppressed her killing intent; the emotion of madness was not suitable for her to digest the [lamb] potion.
But it was an excellent supplement for increasing the Clown's fusion level.
"Clown..." Syl murmured softly.
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