Song Hao has absolute confidence.

If he really wanted to go to war with the Van der Linde Gang, even if he would be seriously injured or even die, the other party would never feel better.

Damn it, ever since they stepped into this small forest until the truth came out, they have never given themselves a good look.

It's just a slap in the face.

Shoot?

Do you still want to shoot in front of me?

If it weren't for Arthur's face, he might have shot this guy named Bill on the spot.

"Now the problem is solved. The traitor who appears within your gang has nothing to do with me."

"So I can go back, right?"

He looked around and found that no one dared to stand up and speak.

The men were speechless and the women were silent. One of them, a plump aunt, was still smoking.

Her name is Susan Grimshaw.

As for the wound on Bill's thigh, it was getting worse, and blood seeped through the gauze.

Although the shot just hit the opponent's gun handle, the recoil still knocked him to the ground.

It hurts so much that I break into a cold sweat...

At the critical moment, Hosea suddenly took out a gold bar from his pocket and carefully placed it on the surface of the wooden pile.

It looks heavy:

"Since it was a misunderstanding, there will no longer be any conflicts between us. This is the compensation you deserve, Mr. Song Hao."

"So please put down the gun in your hand!"

In fact, he learned the name of the leader of the Wildfire Gang from Arthur early yesterday morning, so he was deeply impressed.

On the other hand, although Song Hao, who was in a state of anger, was a little confused, he obviously did not expect that the other party would give him a gold bar as a gift.

A real gold bar!

But he still shamelessly put it in his pocket: "Then I will reluctantly accept your kindness."

No one can get along with gold, let alone yourself?

So under everyone's gaze, Song Hao turned around nimbly and rode on the Flame Earl.

He also did not forget to adjust his cowboy hat: "Arthur, no matter what, I hope we can still be friends."

"I wish you good luck regarding Dutch."

Now Arthur's thoughts were all in the prison of Saint Denis, so he just nodded and said nothing more.

For Song Hao, this answer is enough.

After all, you can't ask others to show favor to you in front of gang members...

A gust of morning wind blew by, and the originally gray sky finally became a little clearer.

From time to time, small sounds can be heard in the forest, but they soon disappear again.

It would take a full three hours to ride back to the Forrest Mountains from here, and he was really sleepy and a little tired.

There were constant bumps along the way, and I almost fell off the horse several times:

"Damn it, staying up late is really harmful to your body and your energy!"

When the villa appeared in sight, he almost couldn't wait to rush into the room and quickly fell asleep.

My body is exhausted.

In a daze, a dark gray tall building seemed to appear in front of his eyes, with pure white snowflakes floating everywhere.

Even I have become the same as when I was a child, huddled in a medium-sized cotton-padded jacket, shivering with cold.

Because the object used for heating is just a vegetable basket for a peasant woman to put eggs.

"Cassius, my child, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

"I hope you can live well..."

A voice came, and he opened his eyes slightly and found sporadic firelight flickering not far away.

As for the man, he slowly disappeared into the snow and wind with heavy steps.

There are footprints of varying shades on the ground.

He originally wanted to stretch out his hand or say a word with force, but he didn't have the strength at all.

The feeling of powerlessness is still the familiar feeling of powerlessness.

This damn scene reappeared in his mind hundreds of times, like an eternal nightmare that he couldn't get rid of.

"Get out of my life!"

"Song Hao?"

Finally, with beads of sweat on his forehead, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at Reina sitting on the bedside.

He didn't know what he was talking about in his sleep, and he couldn't even tell the difference between reality and dreams.

The brain is a mess.

Reina was somewhat startled by someone's reaction: "Are you okay?"

She didn't forget to hand over a glass of cold water.

"It's okay, it's just that my schedule has been a little irregular recently, and I often have nightmares."

I stood up and stretched, and as the cold water flowed from my throat into my stomach, I felt better.

At this time, the sun outside was very bright, showing a light orange-red color, and the clock in the room showed four o'clock in the afternoon.

It seemed that I had been lying down for half a day since I came back, and I was completely unconscious the whole time.

What a heck!

Reina beside her wanted to say something at first, but seeing Song Hao who seemed to be safe and sound, she had to swallow back the words that were stuck in her throat.

"By the way, John has returned from Strawberry Town. He said he seems to have contacted a very suitable buyer."

After getting dressed, Song Hao stood in front of the mirror and tidied up his appearance: "How did the price negotiation go?"

"It's barely within our acceptable range, but they have one requirement, which is to try to complete the transaction before tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?"

He didn't understand why the other party was so anxious, but he didn't think much about it. If it didn't work, he would just send it to him early tomorrow morning.

Anyway, if you keep the Gray family's tobacco in your hands for one more day, it will be more dangerous.

And in the past two days, it seems that no news has been heard from the Gray family and the Braithwaite family.

They were as calm as pretending nothing happened...

Walking downstairs, strolling to the living room of the villa, almost everyone from the Wildfire Gang gathered here.

Of course, little Jack is outside chasing butterflies.

The atmosphere seems a bit solemn.

"You are all sitting here without even saying a few words. Are you waiting to get pocket money from me?"

He joked while pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

This bright yellow liquid can only feel like flying if you drink it when you wake up.

I just feel that the pores all over my body are dilated.

As a result, John, who was smoking, took a deep breath and murmured: "Song Hao, I heard from Aaron that Arthur came to the villa last night."

"It seems to be because of a very urgent matter..."

They had no choice, they didn't want to be kept in the dark, especially when the leader of their own gang was missing for an entire morning.

Without saying a word or leaving any news, everyone was so frightened that they almost turned the entire Forrest Mountain Range over.

After hearing this, Song Hao, who had already guessed what the other party wanted to say, was not prepared to hide the truth.

So he sat down at this end of the sofa and gently shook the wine glass in his hand: "Yes, Arthur came to see me."

"We also went to the van der Linde gang's camp this morning. They wanted to put me on trial."

John couldn't help but frown: "Judgment?"

"Don't guess, it's just what you think, because their boss, Dutch Van der Linde, is missing."

"Those guys suspected that I was responsible, so they had to give an explanation, otherwise they would cause trouble for our Wildfire Gang."

John and Abigail both widened their eyes, very surprised by the news.
Chapter completed!