chapter 11 Perverted doctor!

"Mr. Lincoln, hurry to save Troy and the others, they must have fallen into the hands of the Crimson Blood Alliance by now," Major said anxiously.
Lincoln was instantly filled with rage. Ever since he took over the Dragon Hawk Society, Troy had been his right-hand man.
"Sir, it's my fault," Elias said, lowering his head in shame. He had wanted to prove his loyalty, but instead of capturing anyone, he had put his own brothers in danger.
"It's not your fault," Abraham said, waving his hand dismissively. His gaze shifted to Major, and he said calmly, "You lead the way."
"Sir, are you going to..."
"After all, it's because of my matter that your brothers are in danger, I should rescue them."
"I'll gather the brothers..."
Abraham waved his hand, interrupting Lincoln, "No need, the four of us will be enough."
"Huh?"
Lincoln was a little confused. Four people going to challenge the Crimson Blood Alliance was equivalent to a suicide mission. Even if you're a skilled doctor, the Crimson Blood Alliance has thirty thousand members. Even if each person only strikes once, you'd still be hacked to pieces. There won't be enough time to save you then.
Abraham didn't bother with Lincoln's reaction and directly opened the car door and sat in.
On the other hand, Elias had a full face of joy. The jade card that Abraham made could even block bullets, what couldn't he do? Even if the Crimson Blood Alliance had thirty thousand members, could they fight against a god?
Looking at Lincoln who was still in a daze, Elias patted his shoulder, "Get in the car. You can't imagine what the master is capable of. Besides, even if we die, won't I be with you? What's there to be afraid of?"
After speaking, Elias happily got into the car.
"Mr. Troy, are we really going with just the four of us?" Major asked timidly. Four people challenging the Crimson Blood Alliance was too crazy.
Lincoln gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Get in the car. Even if we die, we have to see Troy and the others." After speaking, he strode over and opened the car door to sit in.
Major gritted his teeth and muttered, "These people are all crazy. If we're going to die, let's die together."
Inside the Dream Paradise bar, seven or eight shirtless men were chained to pillars, their bodies bloody and covered in knife wounds.
A man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, but dressed in a white suit, sat on the sofa opposite them. Two scantily clad, curvaceous women were gently massaging his shoulders.
Behind the skinny monkey stood a row of burly men in black, their eyes occasionally drifting to the two curvaceous women.
The skinny monkey chuckled, revealing a set of yellow teeth, "Brothers, you've worked hard today. I'll reward you with these two girls."
"Thank you, boss."
All the burly men in black had lustful expressions on their faces. Without saying anything more, two of the men walked out, each dragging a woman towards a side room.
Because everyone knew the skinny monkey's temper.
Nobody knew the skinny monkey's real name, he was nicknamed 'Doctor', and he was a complete pervert. Not only did he like all kinds of women, but he also had a liking for men. But whether it was a man or a woman, once they fell into his hands, they would be dissected into pieces after he finished playing with them.
The Doctor didn't like it when people rejected him. If you refused something he offered, he would cut your flesh piece by piece to feed the fish.
The Doctor stood up and walked over to a burly man tied to a pillar.
This man was surprisingly two meters tall, his body bulging with muscles, full of explosive power.
The Doctor only reached his chest, he reached out and touched the burly man's pectoral muscles, and said in a high-pitched voice, "You're called Troy, right? Lincoln's most capable assistant, you didn't expect to fall into my hands, did you? Such a strong man like you, I really can't bear to kill you."
"Get lost, you pervert, don't touch me," Troy felt disgusted and cursed loudly.
"You're spirited, just the type I like." The Doctor didn't mind at all, he continued to fondle Troy's pectoral muscles with infatuation.
Being touched by a man, Troy almost couldn't help but vomit. With a 'spit' sound, he spat a mouthful of saliva onto the Doctor's face.
The Doctor didn't mind at all, he even used his finger to scoop up some saliva and put it in his mouth.
The sight made the seven or eight big men start to retch.
"You pervert, you dare to do anything to my brothers, I'll kill you," Troy's veins bulged on his forehead, and the chains rattled as he struggled.
A glint flashed in the Doctor's eyes, and he started to laugh like a maniac, "Die, some of you will certainly die, but not you." After speaking, a shiny scalpel appeared in his hand.
"Where should I start?" The Doctor seemed like he was picking out chickens and ducks to slaughter at a market.
"You pervert, you bastard, if you touch my brothers, I'll kill you," Troy struggled desperately. The chains dug into his flesh and blood flowed continuously.
"Stop struggling. I like this body of yours, if you damage it, I'll feel bad. If you want to die, wait until I've enjoyed myself, I promise to fulfill your wish. Let's start with someone else first."
The Doctor laughed pervertedly, and his gaze locked onto the last person, "Let's start with you. You people are not afraid of death, is your heart made of stone? I'm really curious."
The scalpel drew a flash of light and cut across like lightning.
Sneer!
A light sound, and blood sprayed all over the Doctor's face.
The man tied to the last pillar couldn't help but scream. There was a wound about ten centimeters long on his chest, and blood was flowing out.
The Doctor stuck out his tongue and licked the blood around his mouth, making a 'tsk tsk' sound, and laughed weirdly, "The taste is not bad."
"Fox"
"Fuck your mother, let go of my brother."
"Fuck your eighteen generations of ancestors, I'll skin you alive."
Troy and the others roared in grief and anger.
The Doctor licked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly grabbed both sides of the wound and pulled outward. The wound was torn open even more, and you could even vaguely see the bright red heart beating inside.
Troy and the others were furious and roared desperately, but the chains were too tight, and it was impossible to break free with human strength.
"Such a perfect heart, I have to take it out and study it."
The Doctor laughed maliciously and reached out his hand.
"Bang, bang"
Just then, two figures burst through the bar door and flew in.
The Doctor was stunned, and turned his head to look. These two were the doormen of the Crimson Blood Alliance, but now their chests were caved in, their faces pale, and they were obviously dead.
Four figures walked in, it was Abraham and the others.
"Boss, save Fox quickly."
Upon seeing Elias and Lincoln, Troy shouted frantically.
"Fox."
Seeing Fox's miserable state, Lincoln's eyes turned red, and he roared and rushed over.
"I advise you not to move," the Doctor's scalpel was against Fox's neck, and he said with a malicious smile, "As long as I make a small cut, your brother will be dead even if he's not dead."
"If you dare touch him, I'll kill you." Lincoln had no choice but to stop.
"The two bosses of the Dragon Hawk Society visiting my Crimson Blood Alliance, it's an honor." The Doctor laughed weirdly and saluted, then waved to a burly man in black behind him and whispered a few words in his ear.
The black-clad burly man nodded and turned to leave.
"Doctor, if my brother dies, I, Lincoln, swear that even if I die, I will flatten your Crimson Blood Alliance," Lincoln's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly. He spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Flatten my Crimson Blood Alliance? Haha," the Doctor burst into laughter, "This is the biggest joke I've heard this year."
While speaking, the burly man who had left came back running, and whispered a few words in the Doctor's ear. The smile on the Doctor's face grew thicker.
The Doctor looked at Lincoln and started clapping, "Mr. Sunderland, you are the boss of a gang, but you risk your life for a few subordinates. Should I say you are righteous or foolish?"
Before Lincoln could speak, the Doctor shouted, "Brothers, come out and work when you're done enjoying yourselves."
"Whoosh"
More than a dozen burly men in black rushed out.
"Mr. Sunderland, you four dare to come to my Crimson Blood Alliance, do you really think my Crimson Blood Alliance has no people?"
"Shut up, let go of my brother, or else..."
"Or else what?" The Doctor interrupted Lincoln's words and said disdainfully, "Do you really think you're gods? You dare to break into my Crimson Blood Alliance with just four people."
"But I still have to thank you for giving me this opportunity to kill you. From today onwards, Riverway City will only have the Crimson Blood Alliance, and there will be no more Dragon Hawk Society."
The doctor said with excitement and enthusiasm. He had just sent someone to check, and there were no ambushes outside, only Lincoln and his three men. If he killed Lincoln, it would be a great achievement, and he would likely become the hall master of the Crimson Blood Alliance and maybe even the vice leader.
Thinking of this, the doctor couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Have you had enough laughter?" A calm voice, laced with a kind of enchantment, made the doctor's laughter come to an abrupt halt.
The doctor looked at the person who spoke, a young man who looked like a college student.
"Your laughter is quite unpleasant," Abraham frowned and said.
The doctor was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter again, shaking his head disdainfully. "Foolish people never live long," he thought Abraham had just joined the Dragon Hawk Society and was eager to make a name for himself, which was why he was taunting him so recklessly.
"You're not worth my time. Hand over Leland, release these people, and then take your own life," Abraham said, clearly annoyed by the pointless conversation.
The doctor couldn't help but widen his eyes and then turned to look at the members of the Crimson Blood Alliance behind him. He pointed at Abraham and laughed mockingly, "Did you hear that, guys? This kid wants me to commit suicide."
The doctor thought that the dozen or so black-clothed strongmen behind him would join in his laughter, but instead, he saw terrified faces, and he felt a bone-chilling coldness. As he stiffly turned his head back, he came face to face with a pair of icy eyes.