Chapter 1012 994. Francis
Lan En is quite familiar with this kind of gang structure, the Beggars Gang.
I learned about it when I was watching martial arts TV series when I was a kid.
With the social governance capabilities of the feudal era, beggars were bound to appear, and connecting these people was a huge network.
In the eyes of ordinary people, beggars are a group of useless human waste.
But things like people can produce high value as long as they are used correctly.
Even a beggar.
But it seems that in this magical Middle Ages, no one has this awareness.
It may also be that the urban population is not up to standard, and there is no soil for the birth of this kind of organizational structure.
After all, the capital of Aedirn, Vengerburg, has a permanent population of only 6,000. This is already the capital of one of the four northern countries.
If there aren't enough people, there won't be enough trade and entanglements, and the information won't be that valuable, and it won't be that cost-effective to organize people like beggars to gather information.
Even cities with insufficient population may not have enough beggars.
This is the so-called lack of ‘urbanization’.
On the northern continent, perhaps only Novigrad has developed to this point. Someone finally realized that this kind of gameplay can be played in a city of this size.
An emerging, newly discovered intelligence path and profit-making method. In order to ensure the originality and leading edge of this method, it is natural for gangs to silence people.
Just now, when Lan En pressed the head of the gangster leader and asked him about Dudu, the man did not dare to hesitate at all. Even though his mouth was crooked and unable to speak, he still whimpered in his throat to express his cooperation.
But when Lan En brought the topic to their cooperative relationship with the beggar, he hesitated.
"No, no! Dear sir, we!!!"
Lan En's face under the hood was very calm, but he tightened his hands slightly and moved towards the wall again Added some strength.
The gangster leader immediately developed uncontrollable fear under the pressure. He seemed to hear the sound of his skull slowly deforming.
He also understood from this: he could talk about the future later, but now he had to survive first before he could have a future.
"Yes! Yes sir! That's what happened! You saw it right away! That's absolutely right!"
After the psychological defense was crushed, he seemed to be afraid of his head As if they were falling apart together, they said everything in a panic.
I was even a little afraid that I said something late or something was missing.
Not only did he acknowledge this emerging organizational structure, he even directly poured out his own gang information, and even Jieba was cured.
"We are a mud gang, living in the civilian area of Novigrad. The boss is Skech! This method was organized by one of the boss's men! He originally wanted to hide, but a beggar snitched to the boss. It’s become known to everyone!”
“Let me go, my lord! That’s all I know! If you want to make a name for yourself, absolutely! No problem!”
He guessed wrong. Lan En didn’t care about this idea and the profits it could bring.
"The Mud Gang thinks Dudu owes you money, so you should have investigated him, right?"
".Yes?"
The leader of the gangsters didn't understand why anyone would care about a halfling who was running away to hide from debts in front of this news, and his tone even became a little uncertain because of this.
"Is there any result from the investigation?"
"Should there be? Ah! No! There must be! Our boss must have!"
I feel the pressure on my head in time. Something was wrong, and the leader's eye-catching skills reached the peak of his career at this moment.
He spoke quickly while suppressing a terrified scream.
This skill saved him once again in his underworld career.
Lan En's hand on the side of his head slowly released. The man who was originally pressed against the wall also collapsed. He leaned against the wall and slid down, gasping for air for the rest of his life.
There was a muffled "bang" sound nearby, which made the leader of the gang who was lying against the wall to catch his breath tremble.
Lan En's tall body was already standing beside the gangsters who had just regained consciousness on the ground. He raised the boots under his cloak and then stomped them down like a pile driver!
Quickly, a gangster's neck was stepped on into an obtuse angle.
He didn't bleed much, as if Lan En was giving an example to the gangster leader: if he didn't want to dirty the place, he should use this method.
The gangster leader was as discerning as ever. He lowered his head tremblingly to show that he had learned.
This group of people had no ability to resist, so Lan En followed the footprints he had just seen and walked upstairs to Dudu's house again.
In the end, he only discovered that there was a book missing from the bookcase on the second floor.
The dwarf Dudu turned into only took this thing, then turned around and left.
Clues are hard to find, especially for a shapeshifter.
Fortunately, he just caught another 'clue'.
——
In order to give his future professional manager a good impression, Lan dragged all the corpses in the room to the streets and alleys outside.
The witcher didn't care whether he would be discovered by the beggars along the street.
Anyway, this matter will be over soon, and they won't be able to react.
The gangster leader was now leading the way. He led Lan En and Triss into a strange environment among the twists and turns of the building.
This is the slum of Novigrad. Although it is not physically separated from other areas and there is no obvious dividing line, Lan En is new here, and Triss just bought something in Novigrad. A holiday villa, usually used for relaxation.
Neither of them has been to this place.
As soon as he came in, Lan En felt that the name of the Mud Gang was indeed appropriate.
It is different from the standard where the main roads in Novigrad are paved with stone bricks.
The pavement stone bricks here have been damaged to the point where no trace is visible, and the soil is exposed again, and turns into a muddy mixture during the drainage and excretion process of the residents. Some residents laid wooden boards over the mire and puddles to make walking easier, but even the wooden boards were damaged by soaking and sank into the mud due to being stepped on.
Private houses are generally crooked and crooked. The upper and lower floors look like building blocks that have not been stacked neatly. They look as if they are about to fall over.
The red tile roof on the house has faded to orange, and the wall paint on the wall has also turned yellow and peeled off.
The wooden stairs and handles have cracks and defects that have been in disrepair for a long time.
There are not many healthy young people coming and going, but more middle-aged and elderly people wearing tattered clothes, sighing and hunched over.
The gangsters who make a living in this place will never be able to get on the stage in Novigrad, because they will definitely not be able to make money.
The name of the Mud Gang is absolutely appropriate.
The gangster leader was walking in front, with Lan En and Triss following behind.
There was a slippery deep feeling under the boots, which was disgusting. But the witcher was used to it.
It’s just that the conditions are similar to those in the wilderness village.
After many twists and turns, there are many twists and turns. There are many privately built houses in this area, so the narrow roads between the houses are even more complicated.
And if there was no local gangster leader to lead the way, it would be difficult for Lan En to notice this area.
When walking into this area, the leading gangster is obviously a 'celebrity' in this area.
He nodded or raised his hand and greeted many people along the way.
"Hey, Marsh. How much did you make today?"
"Hehe, hehe."
It's just that the acquaintances who greeted him were a little strange. The guy's smile seemed a little weak today.
Looking at the big man and woman leading behind him, people just looked at them a few more times.
Everyone knows that Marsh is the person trusted by the boss in the Mud Gang. For some reason, his work has been getting better and better recently, and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger.
Who knows what’s going on with the big man and woman in the back? Maybe it has something to do with the boss?
Triss now has a braid. Without magic, everyone would just think she is a hot beauty.
After passing through an archway between two streets, a group of people seemed to be heading in the same direction as them. After taking a look at this place, the leading bald man began to approach.
"Well done, Marsh."
The bald man spoke first.
His face is not pretty, and he is a bit serious with his bald head. He is wearing a leather jacket and breeches suitable for action, as well as a small leather bag, a dagger and other accessories.
"Hello to you, Francis Beland."
Marsh responded dryly.
But the bald man still looked at Marsh in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the other party actually responded to him, which caught him off guard.
"Uh-oh."
He blinked, but quickly adjusted and returned to the topic.
"Marsh, Boss Skechers asked you to collect the debt from the halfling, but I don't think the two behind you look like the halfling's men, nor do they seem to be involved in this matter. It’s unlucky to be involved. It’s not wise to threaten people casually.”
“Boss Skechers only cares about money. I’m doing this for your own good. Don’t bring worthless people to the boss, he will get angry. "
Lan noticed the man named Francis Beland, who was looking away vaguely while speaking.
That amused him.
Because this guy seems to be the leader of the Mud Gang like Marsh. He seems to think that Lan En and the others are the unlucky guys who were coerced by Marsh to do business.
Now I want to get Lan En and Triss out of this matter.
People who belong to gangs still have some sympathy. Is there some gangster script being played here?
If he hadn't vaguely sensed the other person's emotions, Lan En would have almost thought he had seen the other person's eyes wrong.
But Marsh himself is actually the one who wants to 'pick out' the two people behind him the most right now.
It’s a pity that I can’t pick it.
The skull still feels a little deflated now.
"Mind your own business, Francis. You should mind your own business now."
Marsh said stiffly.
Francis Belland's situation in the gang seemed dire.
Although he seems to want to pick out innocent people, he still has to take care of his own safety first.
So at the end, he looked at the two people led by Marsh behind him with a vague look of pity, and then returned to the leading position of the group of people he led without saying anything.
After he walked away, Marsh trembled and whispered to Lan En beside him without daring to turn his head.
The sound was as soft as breathing, but Marsh already knew that the creature next to him, whether it was a human or something else, could definitely hear it clearly.
"He was the one who first thought of using beggars, my lord."
"But after I found out something was wrong with him, Boss Skechers only spent two crowns to find out about it from a beggar. .”
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