Big Boss Cassandra's words revealed that her true understanding of "fairy tales" was actually very limited. After all, in her words, she still did not place the Fairy Tale Circus in a position that could be on an equal footing with the Survey Corps. But these are not very important. After all, there are only two terms that Gron really cares about, "intelligence"... and "power".
There is no doubt that the big boss Cassandra is a perfect lobbyist. Her words directly awakened Goron. If there is trouble, what trouble can be worse and more difficult to deal with than his own troubles? , if he can get a certain degree of help from "Old Street", Gron's confidence in dealing with fairy tales will increase, even if it is only a trivial one. In comparison, even if you get into a little trouble, it's really nothing. It's really hard to tell who is taking advantage of whom. What's more, if you can't even solve the trouble of a prostitute gang, then why bother fighting against a monster with bottomless strength like the Fairy Tale Circus
"I want to know... about the secret gold mine of the Tarkin Chamber of Commerce and the information about the young ogres they have hidden. The sooner and the more detailed the better." After Goron said this, , which is equivalent to accepting the identity of "King of Backstreet" and everything that this identity represents.
In the end, the big boss did not disappoint him: "I know a little bit about this matter, but since it has no direct relationship with Laojie, I did not conduct an in-depth investigation. If you want to know the details, I will collect the information and conduct the necessary sorting and review." , the final result will probably not come out until the evening, is that okay?”
Gron can still accept this. After all, this was infinitely better than running around blindly with his head covered. Just when Cassandra called people over and gave Goron's mission. A young girl suddenly ran over in a hurry, whispered something into the big boss's ear and reported something.
Goron felt slightly unhappy. On the one hand, these women want to promote themselves as the boss here, but on the other hand, they carry everything behind their backs. It is right for Gron to want to use the power of Lao Cai. He is also mentally prepared to pay something for Lao Cai, but It doesn't mean that he wants to be regarded as a fool who can be used casually and thrown away after use.
With a thought in his mind, Goron's ears trembled slightly, and he had already picked up the whispers of the women. This was one of his gains after a crazy night last night, but in order not to expose his abilities. Keeping certain trump cards, there was nothing strange in Gron's expression.
"I'm sorry, there are a few guests who came unexpectedly. I need to greet them." Cassandra smiled and confessed to Goron: "There is still some time before the intelligence results you want are available. During this time, you can Take a rest first. If you are not too tired, there is also an underground shooting range. You can also go there to play with muskets. Although there are no magic missiles, there are as many ordinary gunpowder bullets as you want. Of course, if you want to go with a girl. If you want to play together, you can find anyone, as long as the other party agrees. Even so, I believe that there are not many women on this street who can refuse you. But there is one rule that you must not forget. Laojie, no matter who you are, please remember this."
In response to the respectful but harsh words of the big boss, Gron nodded noncommittally.
After Cassandra closed the door. The maid waiting behind the door said: "If Mr. Gron has any requirements, try your best to satisfy him. If he wants to leave, don't forcefully stop him. Just find someone to follow him. If you have any problems, report to me in time."
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Standing in front of the door of the hall, Cassandra took two deep breaths, then opened the door and said with a smile on her face: "Mr. Bellamy, why are you free to visit the old street today?"
There was a pale middle-aged man sitting on the sofa in the hall. He looked at Cassandra who came in, with a trace of dirty lust in his sinister eyes.
"I heard... someone challenged the 'King of Backstreet' last night. In the end, even the big boss joined the battle in person, but the old street still lost miserably. Is this... true?"
The big boss's expression remained unchanged, he took a sip of the black tea prepared by the maid, and then replied: "Haha, I didn't expect such news to spread really fast, but this kind of thing should have nothing to do with your Nobelli family. ”
"Watch the tone of your words, woman~~~!" Bellamy said with a sullen face: "In this ebb tide port, our Nobelli family has the right to interfere in anything, and you are protected by our Nobelli family. The lowly prostitute has no qualifications to raise questions in front of us. Even you, the big boss, in the eyes of our patriarch, Mr. Nobili, is just a bitch who wants to fuck you for four to five hundred gold coins. The family doesn’t take it seriously.”
The man's rude tone immediately angered the strong female warriors behind the big boss. They took out their muskets in unison and pointed the muzzles at the rude Bellamy.
Since the invention of the magic missile, the almost obsolete weapon such as the musket has returned to the mainland stage. The people who are most interested in this emerging weapon are not the army or adventurers, but people like Lao Cai, Junji, and the Nobelli family. Such a gang organization. Weapons such as muskets do not have high requirements for the user's quality. As long as there are enough gold coins, they can be equipped with a large number of weapons. They do not require special training to exert great power in gang melees, especially for civilians. With so many advantages, it is almost as if it is tailor-made for these gangster organizations that are not short of money at all, but do not have real masters. Moreover, as long as the magic gun reaches the second level or above, paired with powerful magic missiles, then In addition, if you can have a numerical advantage, you will have enough deterrent power even against those who are truly strong. Theoretically, if a warrior at the king level is faced with a rain of level 3 magic bullets, he will end up in despair if he doesn't escape quickly. It was the emergence of magic guns that gave the gangs, who had never been taken seriously at all, for the first time the right to speak positively with those professional guilds with long traditions. Before that, the gangs had only relied on The lowest vassals of those dark organizations.
It cannot be denied. Although there are few truly strong masters among the gangs, there is no shortage of bold and tough guys who are not afraid of death. Faced with the magic gun that could kill him to pieces in an instant, Bellamy just curled his lips viciously and slanderously. He didn't take these women and their muskets seriously at all, even though he was just a street gangster who hadn't even broken through the first-order seal.
"Idiots, before you shoot, you'd better think about the consequences. If I die here, the soldiers of the Nobelli family will level this entire street to the ground in the next moment."
The smile on the big boss Cassandra's face has not changed from beginning to end. She raised her hand to signal the guards to put down their weapons, and then said with a serious face: "I know that the Nobelli family has been coveting the interests of the old street for a long time. You are not the only one in Lunchao Port who wants to attack Laojie. But do you think the mayor will agree? Will Sir Bello agree? "
Bellamy sneered, but did not answer. He was silent for a while, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out an envelope from his arms and threw it directly on the ground: "I almost forgot, I came here just to send This is just an invitation. This is a reception invitation jointly issued by the mayor and the Luochao Port Chamber of Commerce. All the gang bosses and chamber presidents of Luochao Port must be present. I don’t know who is in charge of you bitches now. But I don’t think many people will care about such a trivial matter. In fact, in my opinion, you bitches have no qualifications to attend such a formal cocktail party, oh, if you need to perform a sexy dance to heat up the atmosphere. It can be put to use..."
If the big boss hadn't repeatedly suppressed him, Bellamy, who was so mean-mouthed, would have been torn to pieces in an instant by these women who were going crazy with anger. Killing him is easy though. But as Bellamy said before, once he unexpectedly dies in Lao Cai, the Nobelli family, which ranks among the top three in Luochie Port, will have a reason to launch an all-out war against Lao Cai. And this is also a war in which women have almost no chance of winning.
Seeing that the big boss had no intention of taking action in the end, Bellamy smiled contemptuously, stood up and walked out the door. When the big boss saw his back, a feeling of uneasiness rose in her heart for no reason, and she pulled a man beside her. A maid asked in a low voice: "Did he come alone?"
The maid was confused, but nodded quickly. The big boss felt strange that Bellamy was a peripheral little boss of the Nobelli family. Although he has always been known for his boldness and ruthlessness in fighting at the risk of his life, he didn't come to Lao Cai without a guard. Especially today, he was clearly deliberately provoking, wanting to provoke himself and ignite the flames of war. He did it so sparingly, did he really want to come here to die and start a war? In addition, how could he issue invitations to himself in the name of the mayor of Lunchao Port and the General Association of Chambers of Commerce? If this is true, what does it mean... Vaguely, Cassandra seemed to smell a very unknown smell. The smell of a conspiracy against the entire old street.
Just when Bellamy walked to the door, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the young girl standing at the door hard on the breast and nipples. He was so forceful, as if he wanted to pluck a piece of flesh from the girl. The poor girl's eyes instantly turned white under the tremendous pain. She was trembling all over and passed out without even shouting.
"In Lao Cai, you must not touch any woman, not even with a finger." This is the iron rule that Lao Cai has set since its establishment, and it is also the original intention of the big boss Cassandra to establish Lao Cai. For a period of time, in order to defend this iron rule, many prostitutes took up arms and fought to the death with men like legendary berserkers, just to seek justice for a sister who had been slapped, even if dozens of flowers died. Ordinary beauties are also welcome. If Bellamy died unexpectedly in the old street, the Nobelli family would do their best to avenge him. Then if someone beat a woman in the old street, the entire old street would be defended even at the risk of being destroyed. dignity.
so…
The moment the unlucky girl fell, a sharp sword flashed, and Bellamy's entire arm had been chopped off by the dark elf girl Black Lake who appeared out of thin air. But the strange thing was that although the man was sweating in pain, a strange smile appeared on his face.
When the big boss Cassandra saw this, her heart suddenly started to throb wildly. She turned towards the Black Lake and wanted to scream, but suddenly she heard a huge roar of muskets coming from behind. Cassandra was stiff. At this moment, she completely understood that from the very beginning, Bellamy... the target of the Nobelli family... was herself.
As long as she, the founder of the old street, the setter of rules and the defender of order, is killed, the remaining women will not be a concern at all. In normal times, she is always protected by Black Lake who has turned on the shadow fighting spirit and is in a state of invisibility. Even assassins who also have shadow fighting spirit will be discovered by Black Lake after approaching a certain distance. But today, Bellamy first The vicious verbal provocations made the women fall into a rage where they could not keep calm, and then actively stimulated the bottom line of Laojie, attracting an interception from Black Lake, but the real trump card was a high-level killer who had always hidden his figure.
******(To be continued...)