OBS Chapter 261 Do You Know How to Skin a Fox?
Chapter 261 Do You Know How to Skin a Fox?
The next morning, some brave people in the slum dared to stick their heads out to see what was happening outside, but when they saw the soldiers patrolling the streets and bloodstains on the ground, they retracted their heads.
Facts have proved that the gangsters of Monde Marsan are not only inferior to Yoda's soldiers, but even inferior to the bandits. This gang of scum who only bullies the poor has no power to fight when they encounter John's army. In addition, there is a gap in weapons and equipment. In this operation to clean up the gangsters, no soldiers died. The only threat was that the enemy shot and injured several soldiers in secret with crossbows. Such people were chopped directly after being caught.
It took the soldiers one night to turn the slum upside down. They not only occupied all the gangs' lairs in the slums, but also arrested more than a dozen gang leaders and hundreds of gang members.
John's soldiers were done, and it was Jacques' turn. A pile of gang leaders' account books were placed on the desk in front of Jacques, and Jacques was holding an account book and asked a member in charge of the gang's finances:
"I ask you, where did the money in this account book go?"
"I don't know about that. They should all be in the box..." the gangster replied hesitantly.
"Bullshit! Your box can hold tens of thousands of gold and silver coins, right? Someone, come and beat them up!"
With the screams and pleas for mercy of the gang members echoing in his ears, Jacques left the gang's lair and immediately got on a carriage and headed towards the embassy.
"So, those gang members still have a lot of money hidden?" John asked Jacques while lying on the sofa in the embassy.
"Yes, sir, but don't worry, it won't take me long to find out the whereabouts of the money." Jacques responded.
After hearing what Jacques said, John nodded with satisfaction and said:
"You can take whatever you want of the gang's money, except for the money in the box and the money hidden away."
Hearing this, Jacques couldn't help but smile. After all, even a gang member's basic salary was dozens of silver coins a month. Add some protection fees and luxury goods, and it was enough for Jacques to recruit soldiers and set up a patrol team.
As soon as he left the embassy, Jacques went straight back to the slums, and then he saw Jie Du standing at the entrance of the alley watching the gang members being put on the carriage to the prison.
"Jie Du, what are you doing here? It's very dangerous here, you should go home quickly." Jacques grabbed Jie Du and held him under his arm and walked towards Jie Du's home.
"Brother Jacques, would you like me to show you a knife throwing technique? I finally learned how to throw three knives at once."
Hearing this, Jacques' face darkened. At the age of six, he had learned so much after only one month of knife throwing. He still said it was not easy. Then Jacques could probably bury himself.
"Go, go, go. Although you have learned a lot now, your strength is still not enough. In a few years, you will be like me."
Jie Du looked up and saw a weathered and serious face on the bright and smooth armor of the city defense soldiers, staring straight ahead. Jie Du's first impression was: Brother Jacques is very strong!
"Brother Jacques, I may not be able to play with you anymore. My parents asked me to be an apprentice in a circus, and I will be leaving Mont-de-Marsan soon."
Hearing this, Jacques stopped. After putting the Jeddu down, Jacques patted his head and said:
"Since you're out there, go see more of the scenery outside, learn more about other skills, and don't trust others easily. When you encounter something, you must think more and be able to distinguish between truth and falsehood."
"Okay, brother Jacques. See you later."
After watching Jiedu return home, Jacques went back to the alley without looking back. After asking the soldiers about Bober's location, he immediately got on a carriage and went to the prison in Mont-de-Marsan.
In a room that most jailers and prisoners dared not enter was where Bobber was held.
There were a large number of torture instruments on the shelves of the cell. The dark red blood on the instruments proved that the last person being tortured had not been dead for too long. The only light source in the entire room, apart from a few flickering candles, was the burning fireplace.
“Swish, snap!”
Amid the sounds of whipping, Jacques walked into the cell, facing several colleagues from the city defense force, as well as a jailer who was whipping someone with a whip and Bober who was being whipped.
"No, I'm so tired."
After whipping for a while, the jailer put down the whip, took the cup of water handed to him, and drank the water while resting.
"How's it going? Have you confessed?" Jacques asked.
"Confess? Not only does this fellow refuse to confess, he even curses at me!" The jailer pointed at the torture instruments on the ground and said:
"I have used all these torture instruments, even the branding iron, but he just won't tell me. If I use torture instruments again, I will have to use something that draws blood."
"No, no, no. He's thick-skinned and tough. You won't get anything out of him by asking him this way." Jacques looked at Bober, who was covered in wounds. He knew that these were only superficial injuries and were nothing serious.
At this time, Bober also opened his eyes. He recognized Jacques at a glance and then laughed and said:
"Who was it I thought? It turned out to be the guy I beat half to death that day. I didn't expect you to take advantage of others today. I told you, you want money? No! But you want my life? You can't take it away!"
"Well, come here, use a knife to cut off pieces of his flesh, and see who is more ruthless!"
Just as the blade was against Bobber's neck, a man in armor suddenly came over. The jailer who was executing the sentence saw him and immediately greeted him:
"Warden, why are you here?"
"Why can't I come?" The warden said to Jacques:
"Master Jacques, please come here for a moment."
In the corridor, the warden was silent for a while, then said to Jacques:
"Although Bob has some grievances with you, you must enforce the law impartially. I think it's enough to beat him like this. He is not a rebel, so it's better not to kill him."
Jacques looked at the warden and asked:
"How much money did the people from the Chamber of Commerce give you to protect him?"
"What are you talking about? As a warden you must be strict with yourself. It's impossible for you to do things like corruption and bribery." The warden said angrily, and shook a finger of his left hand.
Jacques saw it and said immediately:
"Warden, Bober is the person that Governor John wants to introduce, so I certainly can't beat him to death." Then he took out a purse from his pocket and put it into the inner pocket of the warden's robe.
Feeling the weight of the money bag, the warden whispered:
"Why is it only fifty gold coins?"
"Fifty is the deposit. I'll give you the remaining fifty after I get out of prison. Just pretend you've never been here. Come back and see me when I leave prison."
When Jacques returned to the prison, he looked at Bober with an indifferent expression. He suddenly picked up an iron rod next to him and smashed it directly into Bober's face.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Blood was flowing everywhere. Bober was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and a few broken teeth. His face was swollen and turned purple.
"You! You! How dare you hit me! I'm telling you, someone has already found a connection for me, and I'll be out soon. When I get out, you'll see if I can beat you to death!"
Ignoring Bober's barking, Jacques thrust the iron rod into the fireplace, turning it while talking to himself:
"Do you know how the fox skin is taken off?"
"Most hunters would skin the foxes they catch directly with a knife, but the quality of this fox skin is very average."
"People who specialize in fox breeding will insert a hot iron rod into the back of the fox while it is still alive. The pain and heat will cause the fox's hair to explode. The skin that is peeled off after the fox is scalded to death is of good quality."
"so."
Jacques pointed the red-hot iron rod at Bober's buttocks, and then asked him gloomily:
"I wonder if human skin peeled this way would be as good as fox skin."