HBWnovel Chapter 373: 370. Brother Tom, you... (Fourth update, oh)
Chapter 373: 370. Brother Tom, you... (Fourth update, oh)
Chapter 373: 370. Brother Tom, you... (Fourth update, oh)
Outside the Red Light District...
An old-fashioned Beetle sedan came to a stop.
It belonged to Father Tony.
As soon as he got out,
Father Tony saw Tom standing at the parking area of the Red Light District, smoking and looking somewhat listless.
For some reason,
...
Father Tony always felt that Tom was a bit off today...
Uh... seemingly a bit hollow.
But Father Tony didn’t think too much of it.
Today he was very fashionably dressed, wearing a hoodie dress that the youngsters liked.
If you ignore his age, he thought he looked quite cool.
Father Tony pulled up his hood and walked over to Tom with his head down.
“Hey... I’m here.”
Tom recognized Father Tony immediately, coughed, and after exchanging glances, they walked arm in arm into the Red Light District.
The neon lights cast a long shadow over both of them.
Once inside,
many women at the doors of the sketchy bars and hair salons along the streets of the Red Light District threw flirtatious looks at the two men.
But neither Tom nor Father Tony gave them a second glance.
The two were regulars.
Ordinary women couldn’t catch their eyes.
If it weren’t for Tom, Father Tony might still have an interest in those women, but after getting to know Tom,
his tastes had been sophisticated.
He coughed.
Father Tony looked at Tom and asked, “How late are we partying tonight? You don’t seem to be in a good shape.”
Tom said proudly, “Of course, till the break of dawn. Don’t mind my current state; even if I party from now until this time tomorrow, I can still hold on.”
It had always been this way.
Whenever they came to the Red Light District, it was Tom who paid.
He spent almost 90 percent of his salary here and was somewhat overwhelmed.
Today Father Tony, having had a pang of conscience, decided to treat.
How could Tom miss this opportunity?
And since yesterday morning, after Du Wei told him about “that method,” he tried it himself and felt he was back in business.
Of course...
For this, Tom had paid an insignificant price.
He was a bit drained...
Father Tony had no idea about Tom’s recent experiences and said somewhat enviously, “As expected of a young man, to have such physical strength... Ah, I just can’t compare.”
Upon hearing this, Tom boasted, “Average young people just can’t compare with me, Tom. I can go from morning to night, can they?”
Father Tony agreed, “Indeed, they can’t; after all, they don’t know your personal method.”
Father Tony waved his hand at him, “Don’t worry, my treat today. Are ten enough, or should we get ten more?”
Tom’s eyes brimmed with tears, “I fucking thank you...”
...
June 16 was an unforgettable day for Tom.
He might remember it forever.
And develop an indelible psychological shadow from the Red Light District.
For Dusk Bell Church, too,
this day was also a shadow.
Everyone had diarrhea...
They were vomiting and defecating, and some people even started hallucinating.
Hunters are still human...
Evil Spirit Transformation could make them indifferent, and the strong-willed might ignore pain.
But that doesn’t mean they could ignore abnormalities in their bodies.
The leader of Dusk Bell, Matthew, was already very old. As someone who lived from the last century to the present, enduring over two hundred years—though abnormal—it didn’t mean he had good physical health.
In the second floor of the church, within the council hall,
Bang...
Matthew slammed his hand on the table, his long hood hiding his aged face, inscrutable.
But his anger was evident.
“Don’t tell me all the hunters of the Dusk Bell have food poisoning. Investigate, I demand a reasonable explanation!”
“This time everyone’s vomiting and defecating, with the severe cases hallucinating. What about next time?”
“Next time will we all just mysteriously die?”
The faces of everyone present looked terrible.
The food for the members within the Dusk Bell Church had always been strictly screened.
There should have been no problems.
But a problem arising was a serious matter...
At that moment, Ryan, who was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and head cocked, said disdainfully, “Investigate what? This is a normal reaction to medication. I, Doctor Ryan, prescribed it personally—are you questioning it?”
Matthew glanced at him coldly, “Bishop Ryan, you may remain silent, as I have no interest in playing ‘patient and doctor’ with you.”
Prescription?
Mental illness hunter, why on earth did I allow such a person to join Dusk Bell?
His speech was all nonsensical.
Matthew shifted his gaze from Ryan, noticing that the seat next to Ryan was empty.
Immediately, Matthew frowned and asked, “Where’s James? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?”
Ryan scratched his head, “Oh, him? He’s asleep in his room.”
Matthew heard this and was displeased, but he didn’t say more.
He stood up holding his stomach and looked at everyone, his voice hoarse, “I give you three days to find out who’s behind this!”
The people stood up in unison, “At your command, your excellency!”
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