Payne thought he was a genius in crime.

Everything was done so smoothly and skillfully, every step was just right.

Maybe I was born to be a good at doing evil things.

Even if I was not born into a noble family, I would still be able to live like a fish in water.

It pulled up the blanket, covered Colonel Barrett, and walked to the window.

Xie Sheng kept watching Payne's movements from the window.

"For the sake of the integrity of the castle, should I find an opportunity to kill this guy?"

Payne and Wallace have different skin-flaying demons.

This is the first host of the Skin-Flaying Demon. The Skin-Flaying Demon has stayed in this body for too long.

The degree of integration with the host is too high, and over time, it will completely become one.

When the time comes, some of the instinctive memories will gradually awaken as it peels off the demon.

Payne's entire mental and physical state will become more and more tilted towards a real skinned demon.

Sooner or later it will turn into a huge disaster.

According to the records in the Monster Encyclopedia.

The chance of success in transforming a Skin-Flaying Demon through influence is almost negligible.

I saw Payne walking over with the ring.

Xie Sheng quickly stopped his thoughts and controlled the evil demon to stick a claw into the window.

Payne did not hand him the ring directly.

It kept throwing the ring up and down in its hand and looked at Xie Sheng.

"Mr. Jacket, before I give you the ring, you must promise me something."

"Little Payne, tell me."

"Promise me you won't lose the ring!"

"I promise you"

Xie Sheng stretched out his claws to grab the ring and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat it!" Payne looked at the lemur blankly.

"It will come out when you use it"

After Xie Sheng finished speaking, he quickly climbed down the wall.

Now he has only completed the most basic steps, and more complicated things are yet to come!

"But how is Mr. Coat going to get the ring out of his belly!"

Payne thought of something not very good and shook his head vigorously, not daring to continue thinking about it.

"Satan be damned, I'd better not know!"

Colonel Barrett had better never be unaware of this.

Payne turned around and was about to leave the ward.

"Deng Deng, Deng Deng"

Rapid and powerful footsteps sounded on the stairs, getting closer and closer to the ward.

As soon as Payne walked back to his father's hospital bed, a woman nearly 1.90 meters tall rushed up the stairs.

Although she is taller than most men, her figure still looks surprisingly perfect.

The woman also carried a rifle one size larger than an ordinary rifle on her back.

This gun also has a name, called Poison Scorpion.

Barrett's wife Scorpion is back.

"Little Penn, is Barrett awake?"

When he thought of the bad things he had done to Barrett, Payne's lips trembled and he couldn't say anything.

"Get out of the way, you stupid kid who can't speak and is clumsy!"

Venomous Scorpion pushed Payne away and rushed into the ward.

Payne didn't like others calling him stupid, so he no longer felt any guilt about stealing the ring.

At the same time, Jack carefully carried the tray and walked into the dungeon.

The two guards at the door looked at the contents in the tray, their tongues almost sticking out.

If it is brown bread and white bread, Jack can just hand it over to the guard to deliver it.

But with such a tray of things, Jack couldn't trust the guards.

If they were sent to the cell, there would probably be only one pallet left, and a lot of the paint on the pallet would be licked off.

After asking the guards about the cell where the pianist was located, Jack personally carried the tray and walked deeper into the dungeon.

The Sphinx was at the door, earnestly persuading the cattle thieves to resume work.

There is a batch of work that Mr. Lockerbie has been urging for, and it will be delivered tomorrow!

The two men were negotiating seriously through the iron gate.

The Sphinx held a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, and Hermes held a cigarette butt.

The cattle thieves in the cell were hungry because they had not eaten breakfast.

In order to save their energy, they all lay motionless on the bed.

The Sphinx blew a cloud of smoke into the cell.

"Hermes, work hard and complete this batch of work. I will ask the kitchen to add a pickled cucumber for you every breakfast."

“Pickles!”

Hermes thought of the deliciousness of pickled cucumbers, and his stomach rumbled.

But he is not a very easy person to compromise, so Sphinx should not use this small favor to accept his order.

Hermes said in a voice that only two people could hear: "How about adding one more stick to my meal?"

"It's not that I can't consider it. After you complete the work now, I will meet your request."

"Okay, I am a sensible person. You can avoid them for a while and I will convince them."

"Okay, I'll go inside and see how Mr. Pianist is doing now."

The Sphinx walked deeper into the dungeon.

Hermes felt that he had received a huge benefit from his friends.

He turned around and looked at his friends lying on the bed, and was about to order them all to shout.

I found that they didn't know when they had all gotten out of bed, standing beside the bed, looking at me eagerly.

"Haha, look at how anxious you are. I have obtained a very big benefit for you. Guess what it is?"

Most of his friends looked at him indifferently.

Only one of the more courageous companions looked at him with trembling lips: "Are you talking about red wine and fried steak?"

A "pop" sound

Hermes slapped the guy in the face: "What were you dreaming about? You were eating steak and red wine in the dungeon. You didn't eat it when you were outside, right? You are crazy from hunger!"

"

At this time, a strong smell of pepper and steak floated into Hermes' nostrils.

Hermes turned his head and saw Jack passing by in the corridor carrying a plate of sumptuous dishes.

"Mr. Butcher, who are these things for?"

Hermes could only steal cattle, not kill them.

So the two of them had a somewhat shady friendship.

Jack stopped and glared at Hermes.

"Didn't I say that when we don't have transactions, we should pretend not to know each other!"

"Haha, just tell me, who sent this thing?"

"Mr. Pianist"

"That's a really lucky guy. Did you know that he kidnapped the lady in the cell not long ago?"

"Of course I know"

"So this is a reward for him?" a cattle thief shouted excitedly.

Jack would not tell these cattle thieves the secret he heard in the kitchen.

But he decided to reveal a little more: "I heard it had something to do with the shells on the beach."

After saying that, he left the confused cattle thief behind and continued walking inside.

Soon, Jack walked to the pianist's cell.
Chapter completed!