Antoine is having dinner with his mistress in his big mansion. He has been walking a tightrope between life and death for many years. He has never dared to start a family. He is already in his forties and does not even have a son and a half. Fortunately, now he has finally gotten rid of his worries, and it is only a matter of time before he collects the spoils of victory.
At this moment, he still couldn't help but shudder when he recalled that the old man was poisoned and was able to kill the eight masters he bribed, and then stood there with an angry look after his death.
But it's all over now, and he'll get used to it slowly.
Looking at the beauty in front of him, Antoine planned to try to pass on his bloodline tonight.
But at this moment, his cronies suddenly walked over quickly, possessed him and whispered to him. Antoine's expression was impatient at first, and then gradually became serious.
"Boss, he's just a priest's agent. What's there to talk about? Let's just pay him the new price and I'll get rid of him." The confidant suggested in a low voice after finishing the report, but Antoine was cold as soon as he finished speaking. He glanced coldly.
"If you only know how to fight and kill, you will be a thug all your life. Use your brain, but how can the priest entrust an agent? It depends on who is the biggest behind him." Antoine waved his hand, and his mistress immediately left the banquet in a sensible manner. hall.
The cronies were silent, and since Antoine combined other fingers to kill the old tattoo hand, his aura has become more and more terrifying. In the past, as a close confidant, I could joke a bit, but now I can only nod in agreement.
Antoine looked at this brother who had been with him through life and death, but he was satisfied with his ignorance: "Forget it, go and invite people over, and I will talk to you personally."
After a while, Kelson and Gene arrived at the banquet hall. When he was outside, he was sighing that the gang leader's mansion was so big. Now that he saw the gold wool carpets from the Principality of Ketera on the floor and the silk curtains from the Principality of Laxiyo, he couldn't help but sigh that it was really a gold mine for murder and arson. belt.
Antoine's long, dyed black hair was meticulously combed back, and his two mustaches looked quite gentlemanly, but they were ruined by the scar at the end of his eyebrows. He picked up a moon shadow cloth and wiped his mouth, deliberately slowing down his voice to appear calm: "Jean, it seems that you have been running errands for the noble."
Jean frowned and said, "If Mr. Antoine hadn't been insistent on the price, I wouldn't have invited that gentleman's client to negotiate."
Antoine smiled contemptuously and did not mention the topic of money. Instead, he looked at Kelson: "Are you the client?"
Kelsen didn't care about Antoine's contempt, but smiled lightly and took out the business card from his pocket and pushed it over: "This is my proof of identity, Mr. Antoine."
Antoine glanced at the business card, his eyes suddenly changed, he sat upright involuntarily, and pushed the business card back to Kelson: "Please sit down, both of you. It seems that I have been doing things for this and that adult. He The old man is too low-key. If he had told me earlier, he should have supplied the goods with the highest treatment standards."
"So, can Mr. Antoine continue to supply goods at the original price?" Kelsen sat down naturally without giving the other party any excuse.
"Originally, this small amount of goods is just a matter of words, there is no need to talk about money." Antoine showed an embarrassed look: "But you don't know something, the old tattoo master Vito passed away due to illness, and now the organization It’s such a mess, and I have to buy these things at a high price, so there’s really no way to lower the price.”
This is of course an excuse. Whether it is fresh corpses or alchemy materials, there is a large amount of storage in his warehouse. If he wanted to, he could immediately move a cart to Kelsen, but at the moment he wanted to tie a bishop to his chariot, even if it was only temporary, it would be enough to speed up his annexation of the entire gang.
Kelsen, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. If this person had no ambition and just gave him a cheap price, he could only complete the procurement task in a satisfactory manner.
"My lord, of course, is not short of money, and will not interfere too much financially. The people below are the ones suffering from sudden price increases." Kelsen smiled bitterly, playing the role of a helpless person conscientiously. 's Gray Gloves: "After all, it's not a glamorous hobby."
"It doesn't matter, you can give your feedback to your Excellency. After all, I have the final say on the secret hand now." Antoine leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar domineeringly.
Looking at Antoine whose expression was hidden in the smoke, Kelson also stood up: "Sorry, Mr. Antoine, I will ask your Excellency."
"Send off two distinguished guests." Antoine called his cronies and ordered.
Soon Kelson and Jean left the luxurious mansion. Jean's face was as dark as water, and he obviously didn't understand Antoine's swelling. What was even more confusing was that Kelson seemed to be fine.
"Is there anyone who is loyal to Antoine here?" Kelsen asked.
"Uh." Gene was stunned for a moment, and then immediately replied: "Yes, Bruce has always been a staunch supporter of Antoine, almost a loyal dog."
"Okay, he's next."
Soon the two met Bruce in a downtown casino where he was spending a lot of money.
Bruce is a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair. It is said that he is only twenty-nine years old this year, which is considered young by the fingertips. He looked quite handsome in a ruffian manner, with his open collar revealing his strong chest muscles, and a gaudy woman in his arms.
He sat at the gambling table with a cigarette in his mouth. The boy next to him bought chips for him and placed them in front of him. He threw a chip casually and started teasing his female companion, completely ignoring Kelsen who was still standing next to him. Two people.
Just when Gene was about to slam the table and get angry after encountering a problem with Antoine, Bruce glanced at Kelson:
"You shouldn't come to me. My eldest brother Antoine has always been in charge of this matter."
Kelsen, on the other hand, did not show the slightest impatience after being slighted. He was no stranger to Bruce's tricks. Wasn't it just pua? That's it?
"To be honest, I think Antoine is timid and timid, and he is always scheming. He is not a hero when he does great things but cherishes his own life, and when he sees small profits and forgets his life, he is not a hero."
The people at the card table suddenly stopped smiling and fell silent with horror on their faces. Bruce slammed the table, causing the chips to scatter in all directions. He stood up, leaning against Kelson and glaring at him. Kelsen himself was almost 1.8 meters tall, but the opponent actually looked down at him after he stood up.
"Bastard, do you know what you're talking about?"
Kelson smiled and said: "Ah, the translation is that Antoine is too petty. And I need someone with courage to cooperate, and that person is you."
As soon as Kelson finished speaking, Bruce grabbed him by the collar. Gene next to him also took out the gun from his cuff and pointed it at Bruce. Seeing that the situation was not right, the horse boys around him also took out their weapons and shot Kelson and Kelson. Surrounded by people.
Kelsen still had a smile in his eyes, staring at Bruce without saying a word. Bruce's eyes seemed to want to devour anyone, but when his eyes glanced at the half of the business card in Kelson's chest pocket, some kind of imperceptible fear flashed through.
Bruce pushed Kelson away with force: "Get out of my territory, if I see you again, you won't be so lucky."
Kelson straightened his collar silently and left the casino with Gene.
Walking on the street, Gene's expression was confused. Both negotiations ended in failure, especially the negotiation with Bruce. Kelson actually scolded the owner in front of his loyal dog. Wasn't this just a negotiation? He glanced at Kelson and saw that he still looked undismayed.
"I'm afraid this matter won't work out. How about we go back and talk to Sai and see if we can allocate more purchasing expenses."
Kelsen held out three fingers.
"What do you mean?" Gene was confused.
Kelsen replied calmly: "The odds of winning are 30%."
