There is no room for relaxation.
The magician narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Li in front of him. If the cowboy is the man who lives outside the law, then Detective Pinkenton is the vulture lurking in the gray area. The black market is like an alternative "home" to them. Only here they can live freely within limited rules.
Therefore, magicians have always attached great importance to the order of the underground black market. Although there are no laws and regulations here, there is a set of deeply rooted rules that maintain order. Only a person with a special status like Zimu manages the underground black market, so that this land will not become a vassal of Yin Jue and become Yin Jue's exclusive hall. Once Tsumugi dies suddenly, the black market will inevitably fall into long-term turmoil, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
"The price is not enough."
After a while, the magician said to Zhou Li in a dry voice: "I'm really sorry, the price of killing Zimu is too high, I can't bear it."
"Then there's no need to talk."
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly: "It seems that your cooperation is not very sincere. You are not even willing to help me kill a person."
"You don't understand what Tsumugi means to the black market."
The magician looked at Zhou Li and said solemnly: "The underground black market has not become a pure slaughterhouse so far, or a tool for making money for Yinjue, precisely because Yuzumu serves as a balance point. Once he dies, This black market will fall into long-term turmoil, and the only world that can accommodate those who cannot survive on the surface will collapse. If I kill Tsumugi, I will become a sinner for countless people. I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
Um?
Zhou Li was suddenly startled, and then he fell into silence for a long time.
"How many enemies does Zimu have?"
He raised his head, looked at the magician, and asked in a deep voice: "I mean, does Tsumugi have the kind of enemy who would be willing to do anything to kill Zimu?"
"You asked this..."
Although he didn't know why Zhou Li asked this question, it was a good thing that he didn't continue to force himself to assassinate Zimu. The detective on the side thought for a moment and answered on behalf of the magician:
"Yes, there is one."
The detective looked at Zhou Li and recalled: "There is a man in the east who controls the underground black market of love and tobacco business, named Qingwa. He is from Yosak. He fled to Tariq and was sentenced to death for rape. He relied on With the wire hidden in his finger bones, he broke the cell door and escaped to the underground black market, where he opened a striptease bar. A few years ago, Zimu discovered that Qingwa had secretly kidnapped the girl Mosk, so he had Qingwa's lower body crippled and deprived him of almost half of his rights."
"Qingwa has been holding a grudge against Tsumu since then. He wanted to attack Tsumu more than once, but he couldn't find a chance to do it because of the perfect defense measures around Tsumu. If there is anyone in the underground black market who is willing to do anything, The price of killing Tsumugi is Qingwa."
After getting the detective's information, Zhou Li began to think deeply. Soon, he raised his head, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Tell Tsumugi that I won't take his life."
Zhou Li's words made the magician stunned for a moment. Before he could start to feel happy, Zhou Li's next words came into his ears.
"Anyway, Yinjue will do it himself, I will just watch the show."
Um? !
The magician, detective, and other Silver Jue guards were all stunned. They looked at Zhou Li with blank expressions on their faces, not knowing what he was talking about.
Zumu's identity is rather special. He was a descendant of a founding general, and then entered the Commercial Church to study for a period of time. Later, he was thrown into an underground air-raid shelter by the Commercial Church for opening a casino and ordered to renovate the underground building. Of course, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is Yinjue's move to build a black market. Although Yinjue successfully built the underground black market by relying on Zimu's identity, because of this, he was forced to hand over some of his rights so that the black market could become independent.
But because of the training during that period, everyone knew that Zimu was Yinjue's spokesperson in the black market. Whether it is the Yinjue escorts that can be seen everywhere or the casinos that pay fixed taxes every year, they all reveal the close relationship between Zimu and Yinjue. But now, Zhou Li actually said that Yinjue wanted to kill Zimu, which had to make others confused.
"Weird?"
With a mocking smile, Zhou Li said to the magician and detective: "I wonder why Yinjue attacked Zimu? I wonder how I could tell?"
"I do not understand what you mean."
Frowning, the magician asked in confusion: "You just came here and you dare to conclude that Yinjue wants to kill Zimu? I can't understand it."
"Haha, you're right if you don't understand."
Zhou Li laughed. He took a deep look at the magician and asked with a sneer: "I just caught a kid who wanted to sneak attack me. The kid told me that Zimu from the Big Guy Gang was attacked by a silver-haired woman. , was looking for this woman and his partner all over the city. Then, he found me."
The magician who had just heard this sentence at first did not react at all, while the detective on the side frowned and seemed to have noticed something. Suddenly, the detective's pupils tightened, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
"No, this kid is definitely not from Zimu!"
The detective grabbed the magician's arm and explained hurriedly: "Zimu doesn't know the existence of the brave at all. He has never said anything about the brave to us. This kid is driving away wolves and devouring tigers. He wants to kill Zimu." Wood!"
"Ah."
Zhou Li looked at the two people who gradually understood what was going on, sneered, and said sadly: "At first, I suspected that it was Zimu's enemy who did it, but now that you have told me that Zimu's enemy is a brothel owner, , then everything is clear.”
"How can it be?!"
Zhou Li didn't say anything, but after the magician thought of Zhou Li's name and the people he had plotted against, he fell into deep doubts.
They know Qing Wa, he is not a smart man at all. He has nothing but brute strength and extraordinary courage. His brain, like the history of Magnum, was there, but of no use. Moreover, Qingwa's intelligence system was so bad that it was impossible for him to know that Zhou Li would come, nor would he know immediately about the conflict between Zimu and Zhou Li's men and take advantage of it.
But now, there is only one person in the entire underground black market who has such means and intelligence network.
Yinjue...really wants to kill Tsumugi? !
"Why…"
The magician fell into deep self-doubt. He couldn't believe that Yin Jue wanted to kill Zimu, but in Zhou Li's words, he noticed countless clues pointing to Yin Jue.
The tense atmosphere just now, the sudden relaxation, coupled with Zhou Li's words. The magician believed Zhou Li's words more and more. Even if Zhou Li didn't say anything completely or explicitly, the magician had figured it out in his head.
"I can see that you like the current underground black market very much."
Zhou Li leaned against the cold wall of the alley, folded his arms, and said to the magician with a half-smile, "This gray area is suitable for people like you who don't like red tape, but disdain peace." Those vulgar beasts hang out with each other. If my guess is correct, you and Tsumugi must have had quite a relationship."
The magician didn't speak. He just felt a vortex gradually spread from Zumu's body and hit him.
"Even if you are at the God-given level, don't you dare to fight against Yin Jue?"
Looking at the silent magician in front of him, Zhou Li asked calmly: "Since you want to maintain the current black market, if someone wants to break the order of the black market, won't you maintain it? Aren't you going to help? My good friend Zimu, can he survive under Yinjue’s hands?”
The magician did not get excited because of Zhou Li's words. On the contrary, as the leader of a firm, he had to calm himself down under such shocking truth. He looked at Zhou Li and said in a deep voice: "I can't do it. If Yinjue really wants to kill Zimu, even if it's me, I can't save him."
"Is Yin Jue really that strong?"
Zhou Li snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I have seen many archbishops of the church, who is he?"
"Although you and I have some unpleasantness, I still want to remind you that professional level does not mean everything. Sometimes, money can buy a lot of things."
Facing Zhou Li, the magician said solemnly: "The Commercial Church itself does not actually have much combat effectiveness, and the same goes for Yin Jue. However, they have the most powerful intelligence network and mercenary army in the twelve quarters. Yin Jue There are no less than fifty people around Jue who are above the demigod level on the surface. I am just an ordinary person in a small office, purely for the survival of my friends. Since Zumu's death will affect We, but, I want to live.”
"If you're shy, just say it, why bother being so tactful."
The corners of Zhou Li's mouth were slightly raised. This was a perfect arc that perfectly reflected the two expressions of ridicule and disdain. He looked at the magician and said softly: "But do you think you can escape if Zimu is to be liquidated?"
This sentence is the thing that magicians worry about the most. So far, the cooperation between Zimu and them has never been interrupted. The magician does not believe that Yin Jue does not know about his connection with Zimu. Although most of the Pinkerton Detective Agency is the church's white gloves, for the behemoth of the Commercial Church, white gloves are the least valuable thing.
"You're not just telling me this to remind me, right?"
Zhou Li's face appeared in the magician's eyes, and he asked calmly: "What do you want to say? You can just say it."
"I just like dealing with smart people."
Zhou Li smiled, smiling very happily, "Yinjue wants to kill Zimu, and then blame the incident on his enemy Qingwa. In this way, Yinjue can completely control the black market and make this place his wealth Machine. That’s what you were thinking, right?”
The magician nodded with an ugly expression. Obviously, this was the only answer he could think of. Of course, he still had some doubts. After all, he didn't know whether the so-called "child" existed.
"Then here's the question. Since you think Zimu can't compete with Yinjue and will be easily killed and destroy the order of the entire black market... I have a good idea."
Zhou Li's eyes darkened, and with a devilish smile, he said softly:
"I."
"If I replace Tsumugi, would it be a better choice?"
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"Actually, I am Qingwa's subordinate."
A trace of shame appeared on the face of the boy who was hung in the air by the black mist but had not been abused. He lowered his head and whispered: "Qingwa has always wanted to find someone to kill Tsumugi, but he has never had a chance. I am his daughter, and I want to help him kill Tsumugi, so after seeing you and the hero, I wanted to borrow a knife to kill him."
"Huh? Daughter!"
Eluma sat on the stone pier, her red lips slightly opened, and asked in surprise: "Are you a girl?"
"My name is Qing Glaze, and I am Qing Wa's daughter."
Pursing his lower lip, this child with short hair and a dirty face whispered with a ashamed look: "My mother was a dancing girl, and she gave birth to me after being spotted by Qing Wa. She was when I was two years old. He got sick and died. Since then, Qingwa has disliked me very much and always wanted me to leave his side. But this is my home and I don’t want to leave. I happened to see you in the morning and wanted to prove it. Kill Tsumugi yourself."
In just over ten minutes, under the radiance of Eluma's kindness from the heart, this love-starved child quickly broke through his psychological defenses and began to repent why he did this. Everything was revealed.
"Alas~~"
Eluma sighed softly, she stretched out her flawless hand and gently stroked the girl's dirty hair. The girl tilted her head unnaturally. She didn't want her unclean hair to stain the girl's hands, but she still missed the warm feeling and rubbed it involuntarily, with a happy look on her face.
"Arthur..."
Dutch, who woke up early and lost most of his strength, moved towards Arthur. He looked at Eluma in front of him, who was not paying attention to his group, and said softly to Arthur: "I have an idea."
"Your idea has already made Micah smell his own ass and made us almost become corpses. Do you have any unique ideas that you haven't come up with? Let me open my eyes."
Arthur collapsed on the ground, maintaining his corpse posture while mercilessly complaining about Dutch. Dutch clicked his tongue, looked around, and said anxiously:
"I feel that this Zhou Li is not a good person. I saw that this woman has no abilities and she doesn't have a gun. Let's run away now. They can't catch us."
"What about John?"
Arthur was a little moved, but looked at the unconscious John and said treacherously: "We can't leave John behind."
"I know, so I have another idea."
Dutch looked around, and then said to Arthur mysteriously:
"We can hold this woman hostage and ask the man to return John to us. Don't worry, our camp is full of women who can take care of her."
"I've observed that she doesn't have any abilities or weapons. We can only do this now, believe me, Arthur."
