Chapter 167

Louis blurted out in astonishment:

"What if Charles fails and is killed by the Poison Sting gang?"

Baron Brignard smiled and said:

"Which year has our Savard gang not had members die?"

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On the way back to the "Golden Rooster Inn," Lu Mian was in a very good mood.

He had previously planned to capture an important member of the Poison Sting gang to ask where their power came from and what relationship it had with the evil god worshipped by Madame Pualis. As it turned out, the Savard gang was now asking him to do something similar, which perfectly matched his wishes.

In this way, he not only quickly obtained detailed intelligence on several targets, saving a lot of time, but could also fully utilize the Savard gang's resources, including but not limited to weapons, manpower, and connections.

Just now, Lu Mian even wanted to ask Baron Brignard for explosives to see if he could find a way to set a trap and blow one of the Poison Sting gang leaders straight to the sky.

In the end, he didn't do so. Firstly, he felt it was too arrogant and easily targeted by the police, and he himself was a wanted criminal who couldn't withstand investigation. Secondly, if he really blew the target to pieces, how would he ask for information?

Of course, he could use the "Dance of Summoning" combined with a "Wall of Spirituality" to let the spirit of the deceased possess him and amplify the memories they found most profound. But this was completely uncontrollable. Who knows if those guys' brains would be like that pervert from before, filled only with some kind of waste? Moreover, one "Dance of Summoning" can only amplify one segment of memory. Unless he was particularly lucky, finding useful information might take a lot of time, which contradicted his original intention of leaving the assassination scene as quickly as possible.

Lu Mian had originally intended to deal with "Hammer" Ait, but after hearing Baron Brignard's description, he felt that "Baldy" Harman was also a viable target.

Compared to Ait, Harman had a very obvious "weakness"—a "weakness" that could be exploited by a hunter to set a trap!

He possessed some kind of ability to enhance his body's hardness, having been slashed by blades several times and only suffering minor injuries.

Lu Mian remembered Aurora once saying: "Those who are good at swimming are prone to drowning."

This sentence, applied to Harman, could become "Those who are good at using their bodies to block blades and guns are prone to dying by blades and guns," and Lu Mian had the cursed blade "Fallen Mercury."

In addition, compared to "Hammer" Ait, who often traveled in large groups and lived in the residential area of Poison Sting gang members, "Baldy" Harman, who would occasionally come out alone to look for streetwalkers, dance girls, and singers, was clearly easier to assassinate. Moreover, compared to "Hammer" Ait, he was closer to the core of the Poison Sting gang's power and would know more secrets.

But the problem was, if he really set a trap and used "Fallen Mercury" to deal with "Baldy" Harman, it would be impossible to capture him alive and force information out of him.

—If Lu Mian could defeat "Baldy" Harman after stabbing him and drag him to some corner of Underground Trier, then why would he think about stabbing him first?

If he couldn't, his only choice was to stab the enemy, have the opponent forcibly escape, or wait for the Monsuri ghost to "help" finish off the target after he himself escaped.

As for whether it involved family, that was not his concern.

Therefore, hunting "Baldy" Harman and "Hammer" Ait each had pros and cons, each had difficulties, and Lu Mian couldn't make a decision for the moment.

He planned to wait until tomorrow morning when Baron Brignard sent someone with more detailed intelligence and weapons and ammunition before considering who to target for this operation.

Just as he walked into the gate of the "Golden Rooster Inn," Lu Mian saw the ragged, gray-haired, smelly, and short couple, Ruhl and Michelle, dragging a still-bulging linen bag toward the stairs.

"What is this?" He walked through the lobby and asked curiously.

Weren't this old couple selling fake "Street Academy Beauty" photos at the Suhit Steam Train Station? How could they bring back such a large bag of things?

Ruhl stopped dragging the bag, wiped the sweat from his forehead, piled up a smile, and said:

"Don't you know, Mr. Charles? We also work part-time as scavengers at night. These are the trash we picked up that should still be useful."

Thanks to Charlie's "publicity," the couple also knew that Charles had become a leader of the Savard gang, and the "Golden Rooster Inn" was now this young man's territory, so they didn't feel there was anything wrong with Charles asking about their affairs.

In their view, as the protector of the "Golden Rooster Inn," Mr. Charles certainly had to understand all aspects of the situation here to prevent various accidents.

Working two jobs, huh... although one job is being a swindler... it really is the smell of all kinds of trash... Lu Mian pinched his nose, muttered silently, and asked thoughtfully:

"Do you stack this trash in your room?"

"Yes." Ruhl smiled ingratiatingly, "We go to the waste treatment plant every few days. There are people there who recycle all kinds of things. Hehe, although scavengers are dirty and not very clean all day, without us, the whole of Trier would be emitting foul odors everywhere, and every corner would be piled with trash."

In Trier, scavengers exist as a supplement to cleaning workers.

No wonder there was a foul smell coming from the room, no wonder they were always smelly and had no need to take a bath... Lu Mian walked slowly upstairs while glancing at Ruhl and Mrs. Michelle's wrinkled faces and slightly hunched bodies, and asked as if chatting:

"You are not young anymore, why are you still working so hard to make money?"

Ruhl and Mrs. Michelle were stunned at the same time, and their smiling expressions became vaguely distorted.

After a few seconds, Ruhl smiled helplessly and painfully:

"It's precisely because we are old that we have to work so hard.

"We came to Trier when we were very young and have done all kinds of work. We had a child, but he didn't grow up. We received many months of salary, but it was only just enough to live on. When we discovered our bodies starting to deteriorate and our strength getting smaller and smaller, we, we suddenly became very afraid, not knowing what would happen in the future.

"If one day we are too old to have any strength and can't do common chores, what should we do? Use up our meager savings within a few months, and then rely on the church and government's charity activities to live one day at a time, slowly starving ourselves to death?

"I, I don't want that..."

Lu Mian suddenly remembered a sentence his sister once said: "The current Intis is very cruel. People who work hard have no security when they are old."

Ruhl, whose heart was touched, continued:

"Fortunately, after we got old, our appetites became smaller, we don't eat much, and we sleep less, so we have more time to make money and don't need to consider other things, allowing us to save most of the money we earn.

"In the future, relying on them, we should still be able to live well for a few more years...

"Hehe, actually, compared to most people, we are considered lucky. They didn't even live to our age."

Mrs. Michelle next to him then showed a longing expression:

"When we have saved enough money, we will return to Ormier and buy a piece of land to plant grapevines. Even if we don't have much strength in the future, we can hire people to help. Anyway, we don't spend much."

Ormier is the capital of the Champagne province and the most famous wine-producing region on the Northern Continent.

Lu Mian nodded silently, watching the elderly couple drag the bag of trash upstairs.

After a short rest, he simply touched up his face with cosmetics, changed his clothes, and went out dressed in a linen shirt, brown suspenders, and non-laced leather shoes with a dark bowler hat, heading straight for the Mill Dance Hall.

Since "Hammer" Ait was still one of the targets, he needed to observe him in person.

At this time, the night was deep, and the Mill Dance Hall was very lively. Amidst the intense musical beats, men and women twisted and turned on the dance floor, venting their inner frustration to their hearts' content.

Lu Mian was worried about being recognized by the Poison Sting gang, so after asking for a glass of rye beer at the bar, he came to the side of the dance floor, swaying his body to the rhythm while observing the surroundings.

Not long after, he saw "Little Bitch" Yu Jianna appear on the semi-high wooden platform in front.

She was still in the same outfit as in the afternoon, a white short top with a fluffy short skirt, exposing the fair skin of her chest.

This time, the black mole was placed in the middle of the bridge of her nose.

This represents wantonness.

"I'm just curious, when I saw you in another place last time, your mole was by your mouth, but now it's at the side of your eye."

Yu Jianna laughed charmingly and sweetly, her body swaying slightly, which made Lu Yi Si couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Are you an outsider?" Yu Jianna asked Lu Mi back.

Lu Mi nodded honestly.

Yu Jianna hooked her smile, leaned forward, pointed to her cheek, and explained softly:

"This is the fashion of Trier. Many ladies will have a fake mole. Sticking it in the middle of the cheek represents elegance, sticking it in the middle of the nose represents wantonness, sticking it at the corner of the eye represents passion, sticking it by the lips represents charm, sticking it on the button represents secrets..."

While speaking, she threw a wink at Lu Mi, as if saying "Today I am as passionate as fire".

"As expected of Trier..." Lu Mi could only sigh like this.

Because of the closeness of the distance, the fragrant breath when Yu Jianna spoke and the perfume smell on her body that seemed to be able to hook human desires entered his nose at the same time.

This made Lu Mi subconsciously rub his nose.

Yu Jianna immediately said "Ouch":

"You wouldn't still be a virgin, would you?

"I'm not a streetwalker, but if it's you, I have no problem."

She looked at Lu Mi's face, and seemed quite satisfied with his appearance.

Virgin? Something that can be regained every morning at six o'clock? Lu Mi slandered, and laughed indifferently:

"Right now? I'm afraid you won't make it to tonight's performance."

In the old tavern of Cordu Village, when everyone started to be vulgar, Lu Mi was often the most vulgar one, otherwise it would be easy to be laughed at by those guys.

Yu Jianna couldn't help but laugh twice, and took the opportunity to wave her hand:

"Then find you after I finish singing tonight."