Chapter 1 This Fire Poison Is Really Potent

"This fire poison is really potent..." Fang Senyan muttered to himself, feeling his lips were incredibly stiff. Having lived in high-latitude areas, he immediately knew what was happening.

He immediately reached out and touched his face, discovering that his lips and nostrils were hard and prickly. The breath he exhaled rapidly froze into clear icicles, and a thick layer of frost formed on his hair. Tapping it produced a "clink, clink" sound, and even his movements caused the crisp sound of ice breaking.

"Looks like the bloody sense hasn't arrived yet. Otherwise, that group of guys would have surrounded me like dogs."

Fang Senyan moved around a bit, then stood up. He staggered a few steps as he walked, appearing unsteady, but later he stabilized. "Crack, crack," he stepped on the cold fish and ice on the steel floor, heading towards the cold storage control room. Then, he opened the thick door of the cold storage.

Instantly, the sea breeze spread a gentle warmth over Fang Senyan's skin. In the night sky, deep black like a velvet curtain served as the backdrop, with countless stars twinkling. Fang Senyan stared at this beautiful scene for a while. Just as he was about to walk away, he suddenly kicked something frozen solid. Picking it up, he couldn't help but say:

"These guys are really lucky. They even managed to get their hands on this kind of good stuff."

It turned out that this hard object was a seemingly ordinary eel, but with more than a dozen hard spines growing on its back, looking like a great general clad in armor. Fang Senyan and his crew called this kind of eel a "wild dog eel," meaning that it was tyrannical and fierce, eating anything it could catch, both meat and vegetables, truly a霸主among eels, and very rare.

It is said that the best eel dishes in top-notch Japanese cuisine must use "wild dog eel." And every year during the Emperor's sacrifices, this thing is often selected as one of the offerings. Such a wild dog eel can easily sell for as much as seventy to eighty thousand U.S. dollars.

Fang Senyan hadn't eaten this stuff for at least ten years. Seeing it, he couldn't help but have his appetite stirred. He casually searched the ship, tore open a few first aid kits, took out the cotton inside, and then swiped half a bottle of unfinished whiskey from the drunkard, and lit it to slowly roast the eel.

For this kind of natural delicacy, growing in seawater, it comes with its own saltiness, so no seasoning is needed at all. The key is the heat of the roasting. The wild dog eel slowly thaws during the roasting, changing color and turning yellow. Oil dripped on the flames below, making a "squeak, squeak" sound and aroma, quickly becoming oily and very tempting.

Fang Senyan carefully stared at the skin of the wild dog eel, watching the hot oil slowly overflow from the flame熏蒸, exposing the white, gel-like flesh, emitting heat. Then, when the fish skin began to crack and slightly curl, he immediately extinguished the fire. If it was roasted for a few more seconds, the curled fish skin would carbonize due to the heat, and the burnt taste would undoubtedly destroy all the deliciousness. Only by stopping in time at this moment is it just right.

Fang Senyan wasn't afraid of the heat and bit into it. The sensation on his teeth was like encountering the most watery jelly, but what his tongue felt was the rich and tender white meat inside, with abundant juice and oil. If he gently poked it with his tongue, he could even feel the rich, cooked meat on the eel still trembling slightly.

There was no need to chew at all. Just a gentle roll, poke, and grind with his tongue, and the meat on the eel dissolved and separated. He swallowed it in one gulp, and the greedy and decisive urge that was not yet fully satisfied attacked again, not giving people a chance to savor it slowly...

It wasn't until the third day when unloading the cargo that the captain and others discovered that the most expensive harvest on the voyage had quietly disappeared, or rather, the edible part had disappeared. However, there are always joys and sorrows in everything. On the eel bones, there was a small bag of diamonds... Fang Senyan had swiped this stuff from a jewelry store on the shore. Although he couldn't take this thing out of this world and it was useless, it was more than enough to compensate for the fish resources.

At this time, Fang Senyan had already begun to try to go to Manhattan again.

After fighting with the red-clothed protagonist, Fang Senyan had gained some experience from it, and also discovered some weaknesses in the red-clothed bishop's attack.

First of all, the red-clothed protagonist's attack follows the principle of the Seven Deadly Sins, and it is very likely that its attack power is related to the degree of depravity. Otherwise, why would the red-clothed bishop read his and Aziz's memories? It should be to find the sins committed before and attack them in a targeted manner.

Like Aziz, this cold, stone-like guy, seemed to be very particular about eating, so the red-clothed bishop didn't use the sin of "Gluttony" to judge him. Fang Senyan was quite discreet in this aspect, so he wasn't scorched by sulfur and flames...

In other words, even if he continued to fight the red-clothed bishop that day, the degree of attack he suffered might have become lighter and lighter, because the lighter the other sins, the lighter the punishment.

However, Fang Senyan's body still had the marks of the sins of Gluttony and Wrath, which are called records of sinner branding, and must be returned to the space to be eliminated. Fang Senyan's authority cannot yet query what exactly they are used for, but in short, it is definitely not a good thing.

According to Fang Senyan's reasoning, if he is branded with all the seven deadly sins, if he doesn't escape in time, very 黄 very violent things will happen...

"Okay, in short, my mission objective is not to defeat him." Fang Senyan sighed and shook his head, comforting himself. His eyes were only slightly dimmed, and then immediately filled with confidence:

"Moreover, if this guy likes to read other people's memories so much, then maybe I have another chance."

Just at this moment, the public telephone on the street corner that Fang Senyan passed by suddenly rang. Fang Senyan didn't take it seriously and walked past.

But when he passed another public telephone, the ringing sounded again.

Fang Senyan's pupils shrank slightly, but he still didn't answer.

However, when the ringing sounded again as he passed the third public telephone, Fang Senyan seriously thought about it, picked up the receiver, and Aziz's voice came from inside:

"It's me, I'm sorry, I have to find you in this way through k."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"It's nothing, what's up?"

Aziz said in a hoarse voice:

"My current situation... is quite difficult. When breaking through, I attracted a large number of people to encircle and kill me again, and it can be said that the losses were heavy."

Fang Senyan nodded and said:

"I know, I knew about this as soon as I got out of trouble. They all went after you, so the pressure on my side is relatively light."

Aziz said dryly and with difficulty:

"I am now like a gambler who has lost most of his chips. The only thing I have is that the reward for the golden side quest can allow me to make a comeback. So, I have no way to attack the Morgan Center in Manhattan with you."

Fang Senyan was silent for a while and said:

"I understand, the seventeenth subway station in Brooklyn, right? Good luck, I will go back alive."

Aziz said with some difficulty:

"For me now, even the seventeenth subway station in Brooklyn is too difficult, so I want you to tell me the departure time for going to the Morgan Center in Manhattan."

The knuckles of Fang Senyan's fingers that were holding the phone instantly turned white. Aziz was unable to attack Manhattan, so the pressure he faced was at least several times greater than before. And Aziz not only couldn't help, but also needed to know when he will act, which clearly meant that Fang Senyan should attract all the firepower on the front to cover his successful passage.

To be honest, this request had far exceeded the relationship between the two at this time. Even Fang Senyan's relationship with Zi couldn't reach this point. The only one qualified to make such a request to Fang Senyan was Reef, Reef who had a life contract and shared life with him, Reef who had gone through life and death with Fang Senyan many times.

But at this time, Fang Senyan's interests were tied to Aziz's. No matter who died, the golden side quest would fail. Fang Senyan knew that with Aziz's arrogant personality, if he wasn't really desperate and had no other way, he wouldn't make such a request.

The street lamp next to him dragged Fang Senyan's shadow very long. Fang Senyan stood quietly in place holding the phone for a while, and after a long time he said lightly:

"You owe me a favor, Aziz. If I succeed, then you owe me three favors."

Aziz paused for a moment, but still said coldly:

"If you succeed, I only owe you two favors."

Fang Senyan said calmly:

"Deal, I will challenge the red-clothed bishop again in one hour and ten minutes, do you remember?"

What came from the other end of the phone was a beeping sound. Aziz had already hung up the phone. This man was still as cold and hard as a stone at this time, like a stone scooped out of a latrine.

Fang Senyan walked to the convenience store next to him, rubbed his hands, asked for a cup of instant coffee, stirred out a lot of bubbles, took a sip, closed his eyes and carefully listened to the sound of countless tiny bubbles breaking on his tongue. His mood slowly calmed down. When that cup of coffee was finished, Fang Senyan had strode towards Manhattan. He was wearing a black trench coat, wrapped in a thick gray wool scarf, and lowered his head slightly, completely like an employee who had worked a late-night shift and was slightly upset by his boss.

When entering within one kilometer of the Morgan Center in Manhattan, it was as if he had triggered an alarm. The red-clothed bishop in a suit and leather shoes appeared very strangely in Fang Senyan's vision again. His gaze was cold, as desolate as the craters on the moon. Only when he came into contact with Fang Senyan did a indescribable fanaticism erupt like magma.

"Heretic, use blood and cries to redeem your own sin."