Chapter 93 93. Belengar
“Don’t, don’t kill us. This place is very close to the trade area! If you kill us, you will definitely be in trouble!”
The gangster in his hand was trembling. At the same time, he turned his small brain.
Lan En's ferocious style of beating people up like rag dolls without saying a word made the little gangster feel like he might really be pressed to death at any time.
Although his reason told him that this place is very close to the trade area, if someone kills people here, then Vizima's city defense troops and security forces will not give up.
But fear is something that is beyond the control of reason.
What's more, [Yaxi Seal] deepens this.
"Do the dock porters and unloaders near the city gate have a management organization? Whether it is official or unofficial."
"The king. The king's accountant only needs to pay taxes, and others We don’t care about anything. Workers and coolies belong to our Snake Tooth Gang, and we take one-fifth of every copper they earn.”
Snake Tooth Gang? This name is so vulgar.
This vulgar name even made Lan En feel uncomfortable from the inside out, and he pinched his teeth.
“Who is in charge of the accounts within you, and where does he usually appear?”
“Jung. I only remember that he sent me money, but I don’t know whose account the gang has. ”
Under the hood, the slender and beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
Think about it, the accounts of a gang are the absolute core secrets.
So who is in charge of the accounts, it's not the low-class guys on the street who can know.
"Let's talk about Jung, where will he be?"
"When he has money, he will go to the House of Night. That is the best brothel in Vizima! But you Now, it's impossible to find him there."
"Why?"
"It's still the accounts. Five days ago, all the accountants in the gang were picked up, no matter how big or small. Let’s do a big reconciliation.”
This time, the brows under the hood were not slightly frowned, but frowned tightly.
Five days ago. If there was nothing fishy about this coincidental time, Lan En might as well go pay homage to Meritelli.
In other words, the traffickers manage even the lowest level coolie workers without any flaws?
Can this fucking national spy agency do this?
The further down the investigation goes, the more alarming the opponent’s power becomes.
This is also the reason why in this world, the warlocks who have mastered extraordinary power have to negotiate amicably with the kings, or even submit to others.
Extraordinary power is limited.
Even if you are as powerful as Arzu, the giant centipede summoned is enough to destroy half a city on the terrain!
But in the face of truly all-pervasive power and money, and what really comes into play behind these two - human desires.
Mana seems insignificant.
It's better to play with people's hearts than with magic.
This is the truth of this world.
But Lan En is not from this world, and he has also seen the terrifying extent that truly powerful power can reach.
So so far, the young demon hunter is not discouraged.
"Then give me the name of a worker, the name of the worker who does the most work and works most frequently."
Now that the management organization of the coolie workers has been taken care of, let’s simply lower our horizons a little further!
I will go directly to the person who delivers the goods!
"Bei, Berengar. Like you, that guy doesn't like to look up at people. He lives in the temple area."
Under the hood, his thin lips showed a satisfied smile. radian.
A moment later, the tall and muscular cloaked man walked out of the alley. As he walked from the shadows into the sunshine, he subconsciously patted the corner of his clothes that were not dirty.
In the alley behind him, two stunned gangsters were piled on a puddle of vomit.
After the two of them woke up, they would only think that they had a quarrel with each other, and then they got emotional and had a fight in the alley.
The willpower of the gangsters in the two cities is far from that of the warriors who have seen blood.
Following the gangster's information, Lan En quickly found the target house after twists and turns among the messy self-built houses. But when he reached the door, the movement in the room made him stop with his lips pursed.
"Oh! My warrior! Oh!"
This is obviously a bachelor's house, but now the bold voice inside belongs to a woman.
"Mentos. Shield it."
"Sir, I do not recommend you to do this. First of all, it will help overcome your shy mentality. Secondly, this worker's health Quality is not easy to know just by listening to it. We should not throw away clues for the sake of emotion.”
At this time, since he started to devote himself to the patching business, Biological Intelligence has rarely even said greetings. Nao, actually said a long paragraph without saying hello.
Lan En looked expressionless under his hood.
"Listen, you seem to have come up with the second reason?"
"Sir, you can't make unreasonable assumptions about a loyal and loyal intellectual!"
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彳亍, I have to listen seriously.
The lady in the room has a good professional level, at least as far as "giving customers a sense of satisfaction with her voice".
Fortunately, the noise that made the young man want to snap his nails was over within two minutes.
A scantily clad lady put on the few pieces of fabric she had on her body. She couldn't wait to walk out of the room before she had even put it on completely.
While still carrying the money bag, he shouted into the room with a smile: "Call me next time, I will give you a discount, my warrior!"
Lan En has been standing against the wall. Listening, breathing long and quiet.
Because of the angle, this Liuying didn't even notice his presence.
The woman turned to leave, and a hand with a studded leather glove held the door before it closed automatically.
He turned around and the tall figure slipped into the room smoothly.
The room was very simple. There was a man of no apparent age on the bed, lying on his upper body with his upper body naked. There were many hideous scars on his skin.
At first glance, Lan En frowned slightly.
Are these scars left by monsters?
"Why are you still here? What I gave should be enough"
The man knew that someone else had entered the house before he even opened his eyes.
Berengar is no ordinary hard worker.
Lan En can't believe that at such a delicate time, under such a big conspiracy network, an obviously extraordinary character appears. Is it purely a coincidence?
So the young man simply rushed forward.
The sword was not drawn, nor was the three-pointed spike on the fist of the glove used.
Instead, he opened his palm and used the tiger's mouth position to jam towards the opponent's throat.
The man who was lying lazily on the bed savoring the aftertaste suddenly woke up the moment Lan En began to move violently.
Under the surprised face of the young man, he opened his own shimmering cat eyes.
A witcher? !
"Alder!"
"Bang!"
Lan En's palm that was originally responsible for attacking suddenly retracted and was raised to protect his face.
The violent impact hit him, and his body weight of 200 kilograms was almost lifted off the ground!
This guy’s seal release speed is one level faster than mine? ! So skilled!
While Lan En was surprised that the other party was practicing on the seal, the other party was even more surprised.
Berengar maintained the gesture of releasing the seal while holding on to the bed board to get up and change his stance against the enemy.
This is the sigil variant of the Wolf School witcher, which can turn [Alder's sigil] into a move that provides continuous driving force.
Across from him, he just blocked that kid from the Bear School with his arm and was fine? !
Before he could express his surprise, Berengar's cat-eye pupils suddenly shrank into a thin line because of something even more outrageous.
I'll catch your mother!
This kid charged over [Alder] with all his might!
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