At ten o'clock in the evening, on the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel from Market Avenue.
Louis, the gangster who had previously followed Baron Brinell, accompanied Lumian and turned from the main road filled with yellowish light into the small streets dominated by darkness.
What do you mean? Are you still hoping for a fight between the two sides
Louis felt more and more that Charles was a dangerous guy with a love of conflict flowing in his blood.
He believed that with Charles' personality traits and behavior style, he would inevitably cause trouble for Savoy again and again in the future. By then, the market, which was already tense due to the rapid rise of the Sting Gang, would surely become more chaotic.
As a senior gang member, Louis has always believed that if he can bully ordinary people, he should not fight and kill them. After all, everyone has only one life. He has witnessed several of his companions die in gang wars and police pursuits. Their families were able to get some care at the beginning, but as time went by, their situation became more and more miserable.
Of course, if he really couldn't escape, he would not lack that ruthlessness. Every gangster who could follow Baron Brinell grew up from street fights and alley fights. They might not be smart, but they were definitely skilled and courageous.
Louis exhaled slowly. “You have demonstrated enough strength to protect the Golden Rooster Inn, and the Sting Gang did not want to make a big deal out of it and be targeted by the police, so after the Baron paid Wilson’s medical bills, the matter was over.”
"During this period of time, you have to be calm. If you really attract the attention of the police, you won't be able to withstand an in-depth investigation. I don't care. At most, I can hide in another place before the official Beyonders come to catch you. You, the Sting Gang, can escape the priest but you can't escape the church." The Baron asked me to tell you that since you live in the Golden Rooster Hotel, it is under your jurisdiction.
For members who have their own turf, we have always “no longer paid for daily expenses.”
His subtext is that apart from the 1,000 ferkins, the Savoy party will probably not give you any more money on a regular basis, so you should find a way to obtain the necessary income from your own territory.
Lumian was stunned for a moment, then replied with amusement.
Looking up at the old beige and yellow building, Luanmian suddenly had a strange and absurd feeling. This is my territory!
Anyone who lives in such a shabby place is a poor guy, what can he use to pay protection fees
Forget it, it’s a good thing they don’t cause me trouble like Charlie did. You can’t make money by relying on them!
Lumian said goodbye to Louis and walked into the hotel. He had already had two drinks and did not plan to go to the basement bar, so he went back to room 207.
No one had been here before, and after reading Aurore's witchcraft notes for a while, Lumian heard familiar footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.
"Can you believe it? I'm about to get a new job! I went to White Coat Street in the evening. I treated the waiters to drinks, and they introduced me to a hotel manager who told me that they were in need of a few waiters, official waiters!"
If the manager found out that you and a former hotel guest had become lovers, were involved in a murder case, and had just been released, would he still question you? "Lumian hit the other party.
Charlie's smile suddenly became stiff. He softened his facial muscles and put on a smile and said, "Will you stop her from leaving the street?"
Will you stop her from leaving the street
"If you let her continue to be a prostitute, how much should she pay you each time and how often?"
Lumian laughed and said: Whatever she likes to do has nothing to do with me. I have plenty of ways to make money. "I knew it!
Praise the sun, praise Saint-Vieve! "Charlie was excited. The first time I saw you in the bar, I knew you were a gentleman with brains and ability!"
Relying on Gua Yi's judgment? Lumian sneered.
Charlie smiled awkwardly and said, "That's one aspect." He waved his hand and said, "I'll tell Miss Yin Sangsi the news. After running a few steps, Charlie stopped, turned around and asked cautiously, "Will the Sting Gang come again?"
"Baron Brinell has reached an agreement with them. The Golden Cockerel Hotel is truly the territory of the Savoy Party," Lumian replied casually, "and I am the one in charge here." Charlie's joy was beyond words.
You put me on the same level as Saint-Viert, the Eternal Sun. Are you afraid that I won’t die fast enough
Lumian snorted and shook his head, then returned to his room to continue studying Auror's Witchcraft Notes.
Outside rooms 106 and 408, Charlie knocked on the wooden door.
Yin Sangsi suddenly remembered what happened in the evening, hesitated and said: "Are you sure?" Charles, the man who threw Wilson downstairs? Yin Sangsi's eyes moved, as if she came alive from a puppet state: "The Sting Gang was really driven away
"Really!" Charlie nodded vigorously.
Yin Sangsi was stunned for a few seconds, then cursed with gritted teeth: That son of a bitch, that rotten-assed coward, finally left!
Yin Sangsi was completely stunned. In her opinion, none of the gang members were good people, they were all bastards who should go to hell, and they lived up to the saying "do whatever you want".
When Charlie left, she returned to her room and quickly changed into a good women's shirt and light-colored trousers.
Then she lifted the mattress and took out the stack of 2,000 Fergold banknotes. Yin Sangsi stuffed all the banknotes into her pocket. After a few seconds of hesitation, she took out most of them and hid them back to the original place.
She took the remaining 40 filkins, closed the door, and walked down the stairs. Soon she walked out of the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel and entered the chaotic street.
There was a crimson gas street lamp at a distance on this street. Under the moonlight, many drunk people were walking on the road, sometimes shouting, sometimes singing, and sometimes a conflict broke out.
Yin Sangsi hid from the wine and walked timidly along the shadows on the side of the street towards the exit of the chaotic street.
During this process, she recalled the last time she tried to escape and was caught on the street by the Sting Gang! The beating made her tremble all over when she recalled it now. Yin Sangsi walked slower and slower, as if the Sting Gang was lying in ambush in front of her.
Finally, she reached the exit of the chaotic street and saw the wide main road outside.
Yin Sangsi stared blankly at the scene that was just out of reach. She felt like she was dreaming and it wasn't real enough. She subconsciously took another step, and she walked faster and faster in the dark night, under the crimson moonlight.
Soon, she came to the nearest public carriage stop. She remembered that she got off the public carriage here on her first day in Trier, and now she was finally back here.
There were no public carriages running late at night, but Yin Sangsi didn't care at all. She looked at the street ahead, the dark postcards, and the signs with carriage routes written on them. Her eyes gradually turned red.
Suddenly, Yin Sangsi turned around and ran. She wanted to go back to the Golden Rooster Pavilion to collect the luggage and wait until dawn to leave!
Yin Sangsi ran faster and faster, and felt the wind blowing on her face, cool and wet.
Her vision became a little blurry, and she seemed to see her past self in her eyes.
Yin Sansi, who came to Trier with dreams and enthusiasm, was standing in front, under the street light, waving gently, "Catch up quickly."
In front of Room 207 at the Golden Rooster Hotel, Yin Sangsi wiped her eyes and knocked on the door.
Lumian opened the wooden door and glanced at her. Yin Sansi, what's the matter?"
Yin Sangsi asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Why did you help me leave
Lumian laughed. Why should I help you? What do you have that is worthy of my help? You are not pretty and you don’t have much money.”
Yin Sangsi's words of gratitude were instantly blocked.
She didn't even know how she left the second floor. She seemed to be dreaming while packing her luggage. Looking at her back disappearing at the stairs, Lumian chuckled and said, "I'm not helping you. I just don't like fate's mockery." We are all people who are mocked by fate, but I want to challenge and resist without knowing my own limitations, until death ends it all. At this moment, Lumian felt that his "Provocateur" potion had digested a little more.
Although he still has a long way to go before he can completely digest it and needs time to hone it, it means that he has adapted to the "Provocateur" potion and his condition has stabilized, so he can consider drawing it.
He took the sealed power from within his body and obtained the "Monk's Gift". Judging from the name, it should be able to make up for his lack of any mystical skills!