They all call me Great Master-Chapter 566 - 563 Acker’s ’Spider Silk

Acker's pleading words made the guy following him and the two blocking his way burst out laughing in unison.

"Leave a bit?

I'll leave you a bit!"

The man following behind Acker sneered and kicked him in the lower back.

Instantly, Acker fell to the ground.

The money slipped from his hand, flour scattered everywhere, meat rolled in the mud, and eggs broke all over the ground.

Acker looked at this scene with pain, but the ensuing punches and kicks only forced the honest father to protect his head and curl up his body.

Fists fell like raindrops.

Feet stomped down hard.

The pursuer soon began to gasp for breath from exertion.

"Damn it, this old man can run fast. If I hadn't grown up in Old Town, I would have definitely lost him," the pursuer cursed angrily.

As he cursed, he stomped on Acker again.

"That's enough, don't kill him here.

The boss said, we have to use him to threaten his son and daughter.

This old guy still has value."

The leader of the three said, and after checking that the honest father had been beaten unconscious, he nonchalantly waved his hand, signaling his men to pick up the coins scattered on the ground.

The two underlings immediately bent down to pick up the money.

They had been coveting the money for a long time.

If their boss hadn't spoken, they would have picked it up already.

Now that the boss had spoken, of course they wouldn't refuse.

To know what has changed, with the 'Haite Furniture Store' being seized, those in charge of supplying goods got involved too. But luckily, when their boss sensed something was wrong, he abandoned everything, allowing them to avoid disaster. Otherwise, by now, they would be hanging dead like those fools.

However, giving up everything also meant that life became difficult.

So even a tiny bit of money was needed.

Therefore, not only the two underlings coveted that money, the leader did too, and he had already made a mental plan to divide the loot 80-20.

As the boss, taking eighty percent was no problem.

That was the rule.

The remaining twenty percent?

Of course, it was for the two underlings to split.

The three men, whose attention was wholly captivated by the coins on the ground, didn't notice that Acker, who was lying unconscious behind them, had opened his eyes and silently stood up.

A long, thin object that looked like Iron Wire slid from his hair into his hand.

Then—

Stab!

Without any sound, the Iron Wire pierced through the back of the head of the gang's leader like a sword.

It did not break the skull, but bored in along a seam.

Then, a gentle stir.

It was not until this moment that the group's leader realized something was amiss, his eyes widened in shock, about to shout, but no sound could come out.

His brain was already mush, and he stood there, dazed.

Acker stood behind him, while his two henchmen had no clue of what had just happened.

Acker's eyes brimmed with blood.

Why?

Why did you force me?

I just wanted to raise Alvin and Alma peacefully, see them grow up, get married, and have children!

Why did you force my hand?

Why did you hurt my children?

The blood in his eyes grew denser.

Acker's aged face, full of wrinkles, remained unchanged, but those who saw those eyes would feel a chill in their hearts, as if they had glimpsed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In the blink of an eye when the other two underlings weren't paying attention, Acker flashed behind another one of them.

The same method was applied.

That underling also froze in place.

Only the guy who had hit and kicked Acker remained.

He was still enthusiastically picking up money.

Completely unaware that a hand was reaching out from behind him.

The next moment—

A palm covered the guy's mouth, while the iron wire broke all the tendons in his hands and feet.

"Who's your boss?"

The somber voice filled the guy's widened eyes with disbelief.

Though the voice was grim, the guy recognized it as Acker's.

But the recognition made it all the more incredible.

How could a plain and hard-working laborer dare to kill?

The guy had already seen his boss and another guy bleeding from their eyes, nostrils, and mouths.

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They must be dead, for sure.

And they had died silently.

Why?

Who was this guy?

The doubts in his heart did not make him speak immediately.

Then, the iron wire burrowed into the guy's belly button.

Following that...

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

The guy wanted to howl in agony, but even though Acker had let go of his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

The pain lasted for ten seconds.

But to the guy, it felt as long as ten years.

"Speak, who is it?"

Acker asked coldly.

"It's Boss Tisai, and the son of the candle shop's mother.

Boss Tisai fancied the bakery where Alvin worked and wanted to set up a new operation there.

The son of the candle shop's mother fancied Alma and wanted to..."

The guy's words were cut short as his body jerked spasmodically.

The iron wire burrowed out of his belly button again.

At the same moment, the guy's internal organs turned into thick blood, spraying out from the belly button like a small fountain.

But the blood didn't hit the floor.

It was directly absorbed by the iron wire.

Not just from this body, but from the other two as well.

In just three breaths, aside from three skins clothed, there was nothing left.

Acker rolled up the skins.

Afterward, he vanished.

As for the clothes and sundry items on the ground?

This was Old Town, someone would pick them up.

Acker was gone.

But only a minute later, Acker reappeared.

The father furrowed his brow slightly.

He had just sensed a faint gaze, thinking someone was observing everything from the shadows, but now he couldn't find it.

Of course, it wasn't paranoia.

Assassins never second-guess.

Assassins simply cast aside everything and strike with their swords.

So—

"Have I regressed?"

Muttering to himself, Acker vanished once again from the spot.

But two minutes later, Acker reappeared in the alleyway.

This time, however, Acker's gaze turned towards a corner.

There was a shadow there.

Under Acker's scrutiny, a portly figure in a clean chef's uniform stepped out with a smile.

It was Eivor.

Eivor, the owner of the moving snack cart.

The affable, chubby cook now had a smile tinged with a touch of helplessness—

"What if I said I was just passing by, would you believe me?"