You must never say... absolute! As long as she doesn't know "that", there is still room for negotiation... otherwise…… "Beautiful lady, I think we can make a deal. Believe me, this will definitely be of great benefit to you." Andre forced a businessman's smile on his face: "We, Ghost Wolf, not only control most of the underground industries in the southern region, but also enjoy extremely high bargaining power on the black market. With just one word, we can purchase spiritual materials from the black market at extremely low prices, which will definitely be of great benefit to your cultivation..." "Perhaps you have misunderstood something," the girl was obviously not fooled by his trick of changing the subject, "I'm not bargaining with you, I'm asking you a question, you just need to choose to answer truthfully or not answer." Fear was like ice, sinking into Andre's heart. "Well, let me repeat it one last time," the girl said in a relaxed tone, as if she was chatting with a stranger, but Andre Khan dared not speak out, "Is the above all you know? You, don't know anything else... deeper?" "me……"
As a gang leader, Andre has long been accustomed to deception and bloodshed. Iron and blood have tempered his character into a ruthless and cruel one. He can kill innocent people without blinking an eye, and he can also conceal and lie without blushing or beating his heart. These are just commonplace for him. However, under the gaze of the girl's ethereal and distant eyes, he could no longer remain calm. He became like a young man just starting out, stammering and unable to speak. Do you want to say it out loud? Do you really want to betray "that person"? Does this girl really have solid evidence, or is she just bluffing? If it was the latter, what was the point of his confession other than angering “that person”? in case…… Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. Even when he was being interrogated with a knife at his neck, he did not feel so conflicted and hesitant. "Time's up," the girl said softly, "Tell me your answer." "I..." Andre knew he had to make a decision. He made up his mind and shouted in a firm, accurate and full-hearted tone: "no!" "I see..." The girl nodded thoughtfully. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. "Then I understand." "Well, as long as you let me go, I promise you that I will give you 20% of all the income of Ghost Wolf... No, 30%!" Andre began to panic, "I can also provide the most comprehensive and fastest intelligence network in all of Stio, and... Hmm!?" He suddenly felt something strange and stopped talking. Everything in the field of vision seemed to have not changed: the girl was still standing there quietly, the bitches who were stunned by the loud noise at the beginning were still lying on the stage, and the surrounding ruins were still dilapidated. But there seemed to be some subtle changes, very subtle, but because the change was too abrupt, it still caught his attention. ……what is it then?
He rolled his eyes in confusion and looked around, trying to find out what had changed. "Wait, it's..." His heart trembled, and he looked up suddenly, and a huge blue full moon came into view. It’s the moon… Strictly speaking, it is the "position" of the moon. The moon is now a little further west than before. The change is extremely subtle, perhaps only a few degrees, but the light and shadows created by the moonlight are changed visibly to the naked eye. How is it possible that the moon deflected several degrees in an instant? "Ah..." The sigh of the girl made him change his mind immediately, "I gave you the chance but you didn't use it." "You, you want to..." Andre stared at the girl's body, feeling a strong sense of crisis pressing down on him. "Wait, wait! You can't kill me!" He fumbled backwards, his fat butt scraping against the floor. "I'm a citizen of the Holy Roman Empire! A follower of the Goddess of Grace! I'm protected by the church and the nobility, you can't touch me! Otherwise--" Some residents in the East District were awakened from their sleep at night by a sudden tearing sound. Some of them shook their heads in a trance, turned over, and then fell asleep again in deep tiredness. Some of them sat up drowsily, and curiously stuck their heads out of the window to look towards the source of the sound. Unfortunately, the East District at night was not as brightly lit as the North District, and the deep night completely engulfed their sight before long. It is still very late at night. Chapter 78 Undercurrent surging "Snapped!" A red mark appeared on the fair face. "I'm sorry! Master, I'm sorry!" The disheveled young woman jumped off the bed in horror, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. "I deserve to die! I failed to entertain you well! Please forgive me, Master..." "Get lost!" Lanchester's face flushed, he grabbed the woman's clothes on the bed and threw them in her face, "With someone like you, you dare to lie to me!?" "Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me!" The woman lay on the ground, not daring to move, her face pressed against the not-so-clean floor, and she was shaking with fear. "Oh my, why are you making trouble again?" A shrill voice came from outside the door. A moment later, the paper-covered door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup walked in.
"Master Lionsmith, may I ask what makes you unhappy this time?" The middle-aged woman's face is covered with wrinkles and spots, and even rich and delicate makeup can hardly cover up the flaws. But judging from her bone structure, she might have been a fresh and lovely beauty more than a decade ago. "Hmph, you still dare to ask?" Lanchester's face was fierce, and he pointed at the sobbing woman on the ground, "Look at those two lumps in front, they are drooping like this, and you are still pretending to be young?" He spat viciously: "This kind of trick can only fool those rookies who have few rounds of experience. How dare you play it on me?! Bah!" "Oh, Master, calm down," the middle-aged woman said in a gentle voice, even though her face was covered with saliva. "You said you wanted a younger one, but you don't like those 11 or 12-year-old girls in the 'Black Room'. In order to satisfy you, we have no choice but to..." "Tsk, those little brats are so dark and skinny that I'm afraid I'll have nightmares just by looking at them." Lanchester interrupted her explanation with disgust, "There are hundreds of you fucking people, and you can't find one that meets my requirements?!" "Master, why has your taste changed so much all of a sudden?" The middle-aged woman looked embarrassed. "Besides, it has to be small and beautiful enough to make people unable to take their eyes away... Master, to be honest, I have been in this business for more than 30 years, and I have never seen such a top-notch product." "You ignorant thing!" Lanchester jumped off the bed after throwing off the quilt, picked up his shirt and put it on, "I'm not going to play anymore, you bunch of idiots will go bankrupt sooner or later!" "Goodbye, young master." The woman bowed slowly. "Fuck, I wasted half a day with a bunch of bitches." Leaving Customs Street, Lanchester felt very unhappy. After parting with Qi Ji at noon, he immediately rushed to this familiar red-light district to prove that he didn't need her. As a result, I went from one house to another until the middle of the night, but it still didn't work. He thought he could forget her, but he never expected that the beautiful figure and face had already been deeply engraved in his mind, completely raising his vision. This should be an honor, but for Lanchester now, it is a torture. Because he found that except Qi Ji, he didn't like anyone else. In his eyes, those coquettish prostitutes were now nothing more than a bunch of wriggling, ugly white lumps of flesh. Seeing them standing naked in front of him could only make him feel nauseous. "Damn it! Lanchester, show some promise!" He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the petite and beautiful figure from his mind. But the more he forced himself not to think about it, the more her figure emerged in his mind like a root. "Damn it! Damn it! That stinky bitch must have cast a spell on me secretly, what a vicious devil! Damn it!... Huh?!" He was stunned, reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a piece of shiny silver metal. This was the "secret weapon" his father gave him that day. Staring at the business card, Lanchester's mouth slowly curved into a vicious arc... In the early morning, a large group of people formed a semicircle. The atmosphere was filled with people moving around and talking, and there was an atmosphere of shock and fear. "By the grace of God, was there an explosion?" "That's impossible. I live nearby and I didn't hear anything last night." "No, I live nearby too, and there seemed to be a very loud noise last night." "Yes, yes, I heard it too! I even went out to check, and it was strange, there was no fire."
"What are you talking about? Think about it, if there really was such a big explosion, how could the houses around you be intact?" "There are no signs of burning. It certainly doesn't look like an explosion..." "And how can an explosion create a square crater?" "This is weird, what's going on?" "..." Inside the semicircle they formed, there was a large square pit. It is more than ten meters long and wide, and more than two people deep. The gray-black bedrock is exposed at the bottom, as if a huge claw had dug a big hole in the ground. "I remember this is Mr. Sutton's home? The one who runs the textile factory." "I don't know how he is doing. I'm afraid..." At this time, someone suddenly said: "By the way, where is the house?" After he asked this question, everyone was silent for a moment, and then everyone suddenly realized what was going on and started talking one after another: "Yeah, such a big house, it's impossible for it to evaporate, right?" "Even if it was blown up into the sky, where are the fragments? There are no fragments nearby." "No one else saw anything fall." "Hiss, what the hell is this?!" Originally, there was a three-story villa with a basement on this piece of land. But now, it has disappeared without a trace, along with the basement and foundation. Apart from the huge wound on the ground, there was no trace of its existence. What is even more incomprehensible is that all this happened overnight. A strange atmosphere spread from the crowd. Soon, everyone stopped discussing, looked at each other, and shook their heads. Then, they all turned around and dispersed, going to their own stalls, homes, workshops, going where they should go and doing what they should do, no longer paying attention to the hideous pit. In this society, don't be curious about things that are too strange. This is the most basic survival wisdom for ordinary citizens. It seemed that no one noticed that in the very center of the bottom of the pit, there was a hole about ten centimeters thick. It was pitch black inside, and when the sunlight shone in, it only revealed an eerie darkness. I don’t know how deep it extends into the ground. A few minutes after everyone dispersed, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared beside the pit. "How are those women?" Qi Ji probed his senses into the small hole at the bottom of the pit, several thousand meters deep, before he felt a violent vibration. Something small but extremely heavy and dense is falling towards the ground at a speed close to free fall. The hard and heavy rocks and soil are like air in front of it and can hardly hinder its fall. Over the course of the night it had sunk to unimaginable depths, where the lava was thick, glowing red, and extremely hot.
Even Qi Ji currently finds it difficult to extend his perception to this distance, and can only get a glimpse of its appearance through the shock transmitted to the upper level. "I sent them to the hospital, so it's not a big problem," Lun Xi responded. "I will use my connections to erase the connection between them and Andre. I don't need to worry that the Ghost Wolf people will cause trouble for them because of Andre's disappearance." After Lanchester came to the hotel to make trouble yesterday, they didn't receive any news from Baron Lionsmith until nine o'clock in the evening, so they ran to the South District to deal with Andre's affairs. The profits are considerable. "You did a great job, Lunxi." Qi Ji did not hesitate to praise him, and then changed the subject: "and then?"