Sorge sighed and shook his head.
"Isn't this the reason for your trip? Oh, you are still worried about us getting the right to use the smuggling trade line? But it is really a pity. In short, why did you refuse when I proposed cooperation? ?Is it because of the past that involves honor? That thing that you think I have to pay a price for? You idiot, there is no honor in fighting in the alleys of Lenggang District. Your corpses will not be dead for several months. Someone found it."
"I don't think you're just talking."
Diango gently scraped the sword across his palm, leaving a blood stain.
"As long as I see an opportunity, I will pay with blood. There will be no better duel ground than here."
"So you want to take revenge for a little bit of honor at the cost of your own life? You are a cute idiot. If you could see the irony in it, you wouldn't do this. From beginning to end, you act like a The unreasonable giant baby.”
"boss."
Dag couldn't help but whisper in Sorge's ear:
"Although I know you have never been one to deal with, these people want your life, and insulting them will not quell their anger."
"I'm dealing with it."
"No, you didn't. How about I do it..."
Dagur pushed Sorge into the carriage and faced Slaanesh's gangsters.
"Damn fagot... If you guys want to fight now, I might let you down. Can you give us some time?"
Dagur raised a finger, turned to Ike and whispered:
"Boy, how fast can you drive this car?"
"I can drive very fast."
"Then you are ready to turn back..."
Then Dagur turned his head, faced the gangsters on the other side of the light, and smiled.
"You guys are fucking gays, I can responsibly say, go to hell, you bastards!"
After saying that, he jumped directly into the car, and Ike started the car's engine at the same time.
The wheels spun for a moment before the gangsters all rushed towards the car.
After three seconds, the car turned around and raced down the snowy street at super high speed.
Diango cursed Sorge loudly for his shamelessness, got into the car with his own people, and immediately started chasing him.
"I'm glad I left it to you."
In his seat, Sorge grinned.
"I don't think I'm a people person either."
The two sides started an exciting chase, but there is no doubt that Sorge's car, which he bought with a lot of money, was not in vain. It was always faster and more flexible than the car behind it. Although there was no way to completely get rid of the opponent, it could still make it impossible for the opponent to escape. Find a way to catch up.
This is enough, because Sorge already has a new plan——
"I'm coming!"
Sailor Borg kissed his lucky dice and threw them out.
Along with a burst of cheers, a pile of chips suddenly appeared in front of Borg's eyes.
"Go on, premature ejaculation man!"
The madman Larkin next to him laughed and said:
"I'll win again, you old drunkard."
Borg smiled and threw the dice again. They were all Sorge's men. This was a secret warehouse of Sorge. It was mainly used to store some dangerous goods, so there were dozens of people stationed there at all times.
Originally, Borg and the others should be on the ship, but people who have experienced the waves of subspace have an unusual sense of attachment to the ground. They just want to stay in this smoky casino in a remote corner of the city with a few beautiful girls.
At this time, their leader, Fanteli, suddenly walked up to him.
He patted Borg in a friendly manner, but the force was very strong - Fanteli was still getting used to the newly installed prosthetic limbs.
"Let's play again later, there seems to be something going on outside."
Borg kissed his heavily made-up female companion goodbye, and then followed the leader out of the casino through the back door and walked up a spacious ramp.
A crowd of people had gathered there.
"What happened?"
"It seems to be a signal from the boss."
"Hey!"
One of them suddenly pointed to the night at the other end of the warehouse and shouted:
"A car is coming!"
In the vigilant eyes of everyone, the black high-end
The car parked in the parking area behind the warehouse, and Sorge jumped out of the car.
"Boss, why are you suddenly in the mood to come here tonight? Are you dissatisfied with the high-end girls at the Paradise Hotel?"
Someone threw a wine bottle at him, and then the crowd burst into cheers. Sorge took the bottle, took a swig from the bottle with one hand, and pointed into the night with the other hand.
"Boys, come and help me..."
Diango leaned forward in the speeding car, trying to see the street beyond the wiper.
"We caught him, his car was parked out front."
Diango stretched his hands, then picked up his sword and walked out of the opened car door, followed by his men.
But after taking a few steps, he realized something was wrong.
He saw a large group of laughing gangsters gathered in the parking area, probably
One hundred people.
"Oops--"
He suppressed his anger, but Sorge's laughter was already rising.
"Entertain them well."
At dawn, Sorge drank the last drop of wine, and then looked at Dag who was sleeping soundly on the side, and then
He took out the crystal hidden there from his coat lining pocket and tossed it.
After two tosses, Ike suddenly walked up to him.
"It's been a long night, boss?"
Sorge looked at Ike and quickly grabbed the crystal.
"Probably the longest night yet."
A few hours ago, Diongo was given another severe lesson just like he had been a few years ago. All his men had their hands and feet broken and thrown into the car, while he himself was stripped naked and tied to the front of the car. Then the boys Here comes a drag race.
But Sorge never made a killing move. He didn't want to fall out with the Zealot sect.
, which does him no good.
So after punishing Diango, he let him go. Although he knew there would be trouble in the future, at least the other party would stop for the time being.
He urgently needs time now to pass this important item to the chapter leader.
"Then boss, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Sorge smiled.
"Of course, I also want to tell you, and I will tell you when the time is right. Ike, are you loyal?"
The boy looked slightly hurt.
"Boss, am I not loyal enough?"
"No, he didn't mean you."
Dagur rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up, then patted the boy's head.
"You will understand in the future, but these are still too heavy for you now."
Sorge nodded and touched the confused boy's head.
"He's right, the road ahead is difficult and we have to be in this together."
Dag said nothing and raised his glass. Sorge also picked up the glass. They touched the glasses gently.
"For victory!"
Sorge smiled softly.
"For the Emperor."
