As soon as Lumian returned to the second floor, he saw Charlie wandering outside his door.
"Hey, you're not dreaming again, are you? I'm nervous when you suddenly come to my door like this, okay?" Lumian greeted him half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.
He was still upset about Charlie not going to the Eternal Sun Church but coming to find him.
Charlie glanced at the staircase and lowered his voice and said, "There seems to be some movement on the fourth floor?"
"The ears are still normal." Lumian praised, "There was indeed movement. I threw Wilson down."
"Ah?" Charlie was confused for two seconds before he reacted.
"Which Wilson? The one from the Sting Gang, the one who asked Miss Yin Sansi for money?"
"Yes." Lumian nodded calmly.
Charlie first had an expression of "So that's how it is", then he blurted out in astonishment: "Which floor did you throw him from?"
"The fourth floor." Lumian replied with a smile.
Charlie's mouth opened a little bit and he forgot to close it.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked nervously after a few breaths.
Lumian pointed to the room across from him and said, "If you don't believe me, go look at the alley behind. That guy is like a mantis. He didn't die even after falling like that."
Charlie once again looked at Lumian as if he was meeting him for the first time, and discovered that this mischievous, courageous, and smart friend actually had a side of him that he didn't understand at all.
There seemed to be no law in his eyes, indifference in his bones, and the word "fear" was missing in his mind. He actually threw a living person from the fourth floor, and that person was the leader of the Sting Gang!
Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Sting Gang
This reminded Charlie of what Charles had done when he had put his dagger to his throat when threatened by Suzanne Mathis.
Charlie had always thought that this was mainly a threat, a form of intimidation, but now he suspected that if Susannah Matisse was unwilling to compromise, Charles would really stab him.
The next second, Charlie glanced around and lowered his voice again, "Are you crazy? The Sting Gang is not that easy to mess with!
"Why don't you just move to another place, and it should be fine if you move out of the market area."
He felt that no matter how crazy Charles was or how weak his legal awareness was, he was the one who truly helped him, and he had to remind him that he was in danger and had to escape quickly.
Lumian smiled: "We Savoys are not to be trifled with."
"Uh..." Charlie suddenly felt that things might not be as he thought.
"From now on, the Golden Rooster Inn is the territory of our Savoy Party. I will kill any of those Stinger Gang members who come."
Was it the Savoy Party that asked Charles to deal with Wilson? Charlie suddenly realized what was going on and felt relieved.
Since it was the Savoy Party that took the initiative to provoke, there must be a way to deal with the Sting Gang's counterattack, and there is no need for him, an unemployed poor man, to worry about it.
Lumian closed the suitcase containing a set of spare clothes and Auror's witchcraft notes, pushed it under the bed, covered it with a sheet, then straightened up and said to Charlie, "Okay, okay." Charlie watched Lumian disappear at the stairs and suddenly remembered something.
Should he belong to the Savoy Party, or is it possible to redeem himself
Market Avenue, Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian sat down at the bar, tapped the table and said, "A cup of 'Lover', a portion of mashed potatoes, a portion of veal fillet with lard, a pork sausage, and a croissant."
"Lover" refers to the "sugar wine" brewed from sugar cane syrup with ice and water. It is a common slang used in various bars in Intis.
Soon, Lumian was drinking the sweet amber wine and eating the tempting lard-cooked veal slices.
While enjoying the delicious food, he listened to the songs on the dance floor and swayed his body from time to time.
At this time, a gangster thug who followed Baron Brinell sat next to him.
"This is the third time we've met, right? What's your name?" The one who waved replied a little stiffly: 1 Just call me Louis. "Another Louis..." Lumian laughed to himself.
Louis was as common as Pierre and Guillaume in the Republic of Intis, and the last Louis Lumian had seen gave birth to a child in a man's body.
Louis watched Lumian pick up the croissant and take a bite, and said deliberately to make them closer: "Let me treat you. This is your first time to our Breeze Ballroom."
“Okay.” Lumian rarely pretended to be polite.
Louis ordered a glass of syrupy lemonade, which was slang for "devil", and said, "You live in the 'Golden Rooster Inn', right?"
“Yeah.” Lumian forked a piece of the cut sausage into his mouth.
Louis thought for a moment and said, "That's the territory of the Sting Gang. Do you want to move to White Coat Street?"
"What?" Louis almost spit out the wine in his mouth.
"I threw Wilson from the Sting Gang from the fourth floor. The Golden Rooster Hotel is now the territory of our Savoy Party."
Listening to the other party's description, the expression on Louis' face became stiff little by little.
After a few seconds, he forced a smile, stood up and said, "I have to report this to the Baron."
How come this guy is even more cruel and crazy than the Baron
“Okay.” Lumian didn’t mind at all.
Louis took a few quick steps, turned back, moved closer to Lumian, and asked in a low voice, "Is Wilson dead?"
“No.” Lumian showed a regretful expression.
What do you regret? Louis looked at Lumian's face, and a thought suddenly occurred to him: Did we find a knife or a big trouble
No. 126, Market Avenue, in Roger's three-story building with a small garden.
Looking at Wilson, who was carried in front of him and covered with bruises, Roger looked at the three trembling thugs with cold blue eyes and said: Charles... "Black Scorpion" Roger's slightly fat face revealed an expression of confusion and vigilance.
He said to himself: "Among the top leaders of the Savoyard Party, there is no such person as Charles..."
"How could he beat Wilson like this?"
You know, Wilson is a "villain" equivalent to a Sequence Nine Beyonder, and his best skill is fighting!
At this time, another thug said in a speculative tone: "Boss, I remember one thing. On the evening of the day when Maggot died, we went to the 'Golden Rooster Hotel'.
Roger's expression gradually became serious, with a hint of ferocity and resentment: "Was it also done by that Xia Er? How did he do it?"
"The Sava Party secretly recruited such a powerful person to drive us out of the market area?"
"The first time was an assassination attempt, and the second time was a blatant provocation. If we don't respond, we don't know what will happen the third time!"
The man had a clean-shaven head, but his facial features were quite good. His lake-blue eyes, high nose bridge, strong brown eyebrows and well-curved lips made him handsome even with a bald head.
He was wearing a black shirt, dark breeches and strapless leather boots, no coat, and was nearly 1.80 meters tall.
Roger pondered for a few seconds and said to the man beside him: "Harman, go find Baron Brinell and ask him what is going on. Ask him whether the Savoy Party wants to go to war with our Sting Gang.
"If he is willing to reconcile, we can make appropriate concessions."
"Remember, the time has not come yet. Learn to be patient."
On the balcony of a room on the third floor of Breeze Ballroom.
Baron Brinell, smoking a mahogany pipe, leisurely looked down at the guests coming in and out of the ballroom.
Suddenly, he turned sideways and looked towards the door.
Two seconds later, Louis pushed the door open, walked through several other thugs, and entered the balcony.
"Your footsteps are a bit heavy and a bit hurried. What happened?" Baron Brinell asked with a smile.
Louis replied nervously, "Baron, Charles threw Wilson off the fourth floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel!"
"Wilson of the Sting Gang?" Baron Brinell said after thinking for a moment.
"Yes, he was seriously injured, but not dead." Louis quickly added the information.
Baron Brinell held his pipe and thought for a while, "Why did Charles do that?"
"He said that the Golden Cockerel Hotel is now the territory of our Savoyard Party." Louis repeated Lumian's words.
Baron Brinell burst out laughing.
"I have to find a chance to remind him."
"What should we do about the Sting Gang? Should we tell the boss?" Louis asked worriedly.
Baron Brinell thought for a moment and said, "Not for the time being."
"Charles actually did a good thing this time. I want to see how the Sting Gang will react."
Seeing his subordinates showing doubtful expressions, Lord Brinell, who always liked to "teach" them to show his wisdom, smiled and said, "Since the establishment of the Sting Gang, in less than two years, the number of people with extraordinary powers within them has swelled to a level that is only slightly less than ours, and they have seized a large amount of territory. Don't you think there is a big problem here
"If they are given another two years, I'm afraid the authorities will take notice and investigate who is behind this."