Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 355: [Severed Hand]

Lockeby severed one of his own hands.

Without any warning, before anyone could react.

Some of the blood even splattered onto Heisenberg's face.

Heisenberg did not dodge. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He could have dodged, but when the blood splattered, he understood that there was no turning back.

Lockeby had made up his mind.

Even more shocked were Lockeby's subordinates.

Many of them almost forgot to breathe, their minds completely blank.

Why?

This was the question that arose in the first second, but it might never have an answer.

Lockeby picked up the severed left hand, completely ignoring the bleeding stump, and held it up before Pope Edwin, saying, "It was indeed my brother who killed your sacred disciple, but I cannot hand him over, just as your sect wouldn't hand him over."

As he spoke, he glanced at Maurice.

"But I am willing to apologize to your sect for this. In our tradition, a hand can substitute for life. I hope to use this left hand to show my sincerity, after all, if we are to speak truthfully, my men were the first to die in this matter."

Pope Edwin looked at the severed hand, and the blood continuously dripping from it, and said nothing.

The people behind him naturally didn't speak either.

Lockeby's people also seemed to lose the ability to think.

The scene was terrifyingly silent.

So silent that all that could be heard was the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

"Of course, there's also another choice, you can kill me. I'll die here, this coffin is prepared for myself."

Lockeby finally broke the silence himself, patting the exquisite coffin beside him.

As soon as he said this, Lockeby's people couldn't hold back any longer, they couldn't bear it...

"Boss..."

Someone shouted the first words.

Only to be stopped by Lockeby.

He raised his hand, then put the fingers of the severed hand to his lips, saying, "Quiet."

His words were command.

And at this moment, Pope Edwin finally made his decision.

"Alright."

He said a single word, then extended his hand.

Lockeby handed him the severed hand.

Edwin accepted it and then raised it high, letting the blood drip onto his papal crown, as if using the blood to wash away hatred.

"From today onwards, the feud between the Sea God Sect and Sea King Lockeby is written off. Within the sect, no one is allowed to take any action regarding this matter. Otherwise, it will be considered an act of betrayal to the faith."

His voice was not loud, nor was his tone intense.

Yet it was full of authority and decisive finality.

At this moment, he finally exhibited the aura from his many years as Pope.

"We obey the Pope's command."

"We obey the Pope's command."

"We obey the Pope's command."

All of the Sea God Sect followers bowed their heads.

Including Maurice.

In fact, Maurice was undergoing judgement from the sect.

Last night's incident could not be hidden; his grand movements were soon discovered.

Originally, the council of elders had decided to strip Maurice of his status in the sect and banish him completely.

But before the decision could be fully discussed, Lockeby came.

One could say Lockeby saved Maurice.

Lockeby's actions proved that Maurice's actions last night were correct.

He resolved this matter for the church.

But, this resolution might not please everyone.

Especially not the most important individuals.

Yet Maurice still wore a smile at the corner of his mouth.

As expected, God has chosen me.

I am the true chosen one!

The situation developed quickly and ended just as swiftly. Many reporters had only just arrived at the scene and hadn't had time to find a good shooting angle.

Therefore, without a doubt, the news this time was once again monopolized by Herlosh.

He captured the moment when Pope Edwin took Lockeby's severed limb, shooting it with great impact. It was easy to imagine the sensational headlines in tomorrow's newspapers.

And just as the conflict in the Port District attracted the attention of the entire city, Vasini quietly stood at the entrance of Little Ibia.

This city within a city was once impenetrable for the Southern District.

The Southern District Mafia wasn't without ambitious individuals who dreamed of capturing it and unifying the South District, but in the end, no one succeeded.

Until now.

Vasini, a man who almost became the last Mafia leader, accomplished what his predecessors could not.

He is now the conqueror here.

Last night, with the sudden death of Old Xi Wen, his four adopted sons fled, and their former allies no longer had any power to resist and were easily swept away.

Among the four adopted sons, Hard-headed Mo Lun was captured, Iron-glove Terry was sniped during the escape, and the remaining two disappeared without a trace.

The core power governing Little Ibia had completely collapsed.

Hard-headed Mo Lun was a pragmatic person. After being captured, he didn't offer much resistance and surrendered directly. He was willing to guide Vasini and help him take over Little Ibia.

This was something Vasini wished to see.

After all, Little Ibia was a long-isolated city with a relatively complex internal situation. Even though he arrived as a conqueror, he was bound to encounter some resistance and unforeseen circumstances.

Fortunately, with Hard-headed Mo Lun, who knew everything about this place, he quickly gathered a few remaining influential figures from the former alliance within Little Ibia.

These people were well aware of the current situation, so their attitude towards Vasini was extremely respectful.

Their intentions were clear as well: as long as they could retain what they currently have, they would cooperate and assist in stabilizing the situation in Little Ibia.

"I heard Xi Wen had a ship, and he usually stayed on the ship. Is that true?"

Vasini suddenly asked, seeming very curious.

"Yes, it's over there. I'll lead the way for you."

A little old man named Finn promptly stood up, eagerly leading the way.

Vasini did not refuse, smiling as he followed him forward.

Thus, a group of people followed towards Old Xi Wen's ship.

The ship was deep within Little Ibia, and because it was a large ship itself, it was visible from afar amidst the generally low buildings of Little Ibia.

It was indeed a very iconic structure.

As they approached the ship, more and more people emerged from various dark corners, following along.

In truth, everyone was quite anxious, uncertain about what kind of person this new ruler was and what he intended to do.

"What a big ship."