Along the way, Lumian relied on his quick eyes and hands to avoid several waiters who were bringing out food or returning used tableware.
Soon, he approached the kitchen and saw the mess inside:
The dishes that had not been washed were piled up randomly in the sink, layer upon layer, covered with grease. Two dishwashers stood there, cleaning non-stop.
Several stoves were spewing yellowish flames, making this small area several degrees hotter than outside. Everyone was sweating and busy. Three chefs in white aprons were cooking different dishes, pouring them into plates from time to time, dipping their fingers in a little juice or pinching a small piece of food into their mouths to taste it. When they were done, they wiped their aprons casually and started cooking the second dish. The waiters, who had obtained permission from the chefs, took the corresponding plates and walked outside. Their thumbs often touched the dishes and thick soup, but they themselves were unaware and didn't care at all. Several kitchen helpers surrounded the chef, cutting vegetables, handling fish, cleaning other ingredients, dumping garbage, delivering condiments and other things. They were so busy that they couldn't stop. But no matter how hard they tried, the kitchen still looked very messy. On the ground, around the stove and near the sink, there were a lot of vegetable leaves, fish scales and fruit peels covered with oil. The echoes here were mainly the scolding and shouting of the chefs and kitchen helpers. It was very lively.
If Lumian closed his eyes and relied solely on his ears, he would probably think this was a chaotic battlefield.
Thanks to this situation, he easily avoided the busy people and came to the cabinet where various ingredients were stored. Then, with the help of baffles, handles, gray-white gas pipes and water pipes, he climbed to the ceiling and entered the ventilation duct there.
The strong smell of oil smoke immediately pierced Lumian's nose, almost making him faint due to his keen sense of smell.
Relying on the "mendicant monk's" ability to endure various extreme environments, Lumian forced himself to crawl forward along the ventilation duct, occasionally upwards. In just a dozen seconds, he poked his head out from above a washroom on the second floor.
After confirming that there was no one here, Lumian jumped down lightly, walked quickly to the door, and looked at both sides of the corridor secretly.
It was very quiet here, with only two gangsters guarding the staircase exit. Their attention was all focused on the first floor, and they didn't pay any attention to the situation behind them.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, identified his destination, crouched down, and jumped into the room next door.
The door was locked, but that didn't bother Lumian. He fiddled with the half piece of wire he carried with him and pushed the door open.
Just as Janna had described, the bathroom attached to the room that "Hammer" Ett shared did not have a window sill extending outwards. Instead, there was only a decorative protrusion that was barely enough for a person to stand sideways.
Even for a "hunter", it is quite difficult to jump from the windowsill to the bulge and stand steadily. Fortunately, Lumian is also a "dancer" with exaggerated flexibility that does not seem like that of a human.
He observed for a moment, leaped up, and stepped accurately on the bulge with his right foot, but his left side lost balance and fell.
At the critical moment, Lumian's body shook like a spring, and he rushed back to the bathroom, grabbing the window frame with his right hand.
He stood firm, then squatted sideways, leaving only half of his head exposed, and looked quietly into the house.
The bathroom door was not closed, and gangsters would pass by like patrollers from time to time.
Lumian waited patiently for a while, figured out the pattern, and took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the area corresponding to the bathroom door to pry open the window with Hedsey's dagger and climb in.
He calmly and confidently turned around and closed the glass window, then slipped to the bottom of the bathtub and used the curtain that was hanging there and had not yet been unfolded to cover his body.
Having successfully completed the infiltration, Lumian placed several items that he would need later in a place where they would be more convenient to take out, and confirmed their respective locations to avoid taking the wrong ones in a panic.
Then he stood there like a statue, listening to the movements in the room outside.
"Hammer" At sometimes asked the manager of the dance hall about the recent revenue, sometimes scolded his subordinates, and sometimes flirted with the top dancer, accompanied by seemingly intimate actions.
After a while, after the dance hall manager and the top dancer left, Et seemed to stand up and paced slowly there.
He said to several gangsters in the room: "In the next few days, let all your men go out and visit every household in our territory to make sure that the congressman who can be elected as the market district in the general election next week!
Wow, you gangsters are interfering in the congressional elections? Lumian was surprised and not so surprised.
The Trier mafia would not have been able to grow strong without support from behind. They either had good relations with certain high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Police and the General Police Directorate, or were protected by powerful politicians or were the black gloves of big businessmen. Big businessmen must have certain interests involved with senior government officials, church leaders, and military generals.
What Lumian didn't expect was that the man behind the Sting Gang actually had ambitions to fight for a seat in Parliament. He originally thought that at most he could get to the level of Market District Police Commissioner or Trier City Council.
Innis is a parliamentary republic, with members of parliament elected from constituencies to form the National Assembly, and Congress appointing the President and Prime Minister, who are responsible for appointing ministers, of course, this must be approved by Congress.
Congress also has the power to legislate, declare war and determine the government budget, and every member of Congress can be considered a powerful person.
Currently, the National Convention has more than 300 members, one-tenth of whom are from the original nobility, headed by members of the former royal family of Soren. The remaining seats are divided into different provinces and territories according to population and economic status, that is, the Trier region.
Whether in terms of population or economic status, Trier, the entire Innis and the entire Trier region are second to none, with nearly forty seats in the national parliament.
These nearly 40 seats are divided into 20 districts, some with more than 4 or 5 councillors, and some with less than 1, and they are also ex-officio members of the city council!
The Honest Market District is a small constituency with only one parliamentary seat. Whoever is elected will become the most powerful and influential person here.
Currently, whether it is the ruling National Party, the most popular Enlightenment Party, or the Reform Party that wants to change various ills, they are all doing their best for next week's parliamentary elections.
Whoever can win a simple majority of seats in Congress will become the new ruling party. Otherwise, they will have to compromise and give in and form an alliance with another party.
In addition to the National Party, the Enlightenment Party and the Reform Party, there are also widespread members of the Imperial Society (restorationists who worship Roselle) and the Carbonari Party who are dissatisfied with the current system and try to overthrow it by force.
Those gangsters responded to "Hammer"'s message one after another, saying that there would not be any mistake.
But they never mentioned which party or candidate they supported, which made Lumian a little depressed.
You guys should say it out!
After instructing them about the election, Tiechui and Ai Te said to their subordinates: "Go out for a while, I'll let you in.
“What does this require?” Lumian was surprised.
Soon, the gangsters left the room, leaving only "Hammer" Et alone.
Lumian did not take action because after careful analysis, he believed that if he did not use "Corrupted Mercury", fighting "Hammer" Aizhi in the bathroom would be more targeted than fighting outside.
The room outside became quite quiet, and Lumian strained to hear a few sounds.
It seemed that it was the Hammer Eiter who was talking to himself: "The protector of the evil ones... the lady who gave birth to the gods... ..."
The lady who gave birth to a god? That sounds amazing. Is Et praying to a hidden being? There seem to be four or five sentences in total? This is different from the common three-part description... .
Lumian probably guessed what "Hammer" Et was doing.
As for who he was praying to, Lumian had no idea based on the half description he barely heard.
This was beyond the scope of his current knowledge of TVXQ.
Lumi vaguely felt that the room outside was full of malice. Yes, the room itself became evil.
Lumian held his breath, gathered his spirits, and dared not listen to the noise outside. After a while, the feeling dissipated and everything returned to normal.
Lumian exhaled slowly and flexed his hands.
At this time, "Hammer" Et asked his men who had left earlier to return to the room.
Lumian continued to wait.
Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, he heard the heaviest footsteps coming towards the bathroom.
These were the footsteps of "Hammer" Eit, and Lumian had already distinguished them clearly.
He immediately pulled out a small golden bottle with a scratch mark on it.
Then he unscrewed the bottle cap and stuffed a long, thin ball of paper that he had crumpled up beforehand into the bottle mouth.
After a few seconds, as footsteps approached the bathroom, Lumian pulled out the paper bag and screwed the bottle cap on.
Then he cut the paper ball in half and stuffed it into his nose.
The stench, like fermenting feces, rushed straight into Lumian's mind, stimulating him to the point of tears, and his right hand instinctively reached out to pull out the long, thin ball of paper.
Relying on his strong willpower and the "mendicant monk's" ability to endure more extreme environments, Lumian controlled himself. While standing with a distorted expression and slightly twitching muscles, he took out another small metal bottle that was mostly filled with gas and opened its lid.
Bang!
"Hammer" At closed the bathroom door and walked to the toilet.
This place suddenly became a semi-enclosed space, with only a little fresh air coming in through the gaps in the door and windows.
Well, he has a serious blood disaster... .
While checking his fortune, Lumigong quietly tossed the open metal bottle, causing the colorless and odorless gas inside to evaporate and fill the bathroom.
This is the drug made by that perverted Hedsi. It can make an "assassin" lose a large part of his strength even if he just smells a little bit of the scent at close range! This drug is very suitable for a cramped and semi-enclosed space like the bathroom.
This is the trap that Lumian set for "Hammer" Eto!
Of course, it would take quite a while for the gas to fill the bathroom and take effect to some extent; after all, this is not a close-up sniff.
What Lumian had to do next was to prevent Hammer Et from leaving the bathroom and preventing people outside from opening the door. He placed the open metal bottle on the edge of the bathtub, took out Janna's revolver, and aimed at the toilet area through the curtain.