An hour later, Jordan and Ryan arrived at Pier 9.

There are no fishing boats, only a few cargo ships, so there are several rows of warehouses in the port area, where the goods unloaded from the cargo ships are stacked, from silk and porcelain from the Far East, to various specialties from the New World, and weaving from the Amur in the south......

Here, it's heavily guarded.

Jordan didn't lead Ryan into Pier 9, but turned a corner, and after walking along the winding alleyway for more than ten minutes, he came to a warehouse area, where rows of rooms were silently lined up like rows of soldiers.

There are not many street lights, only one is far away, the lights are dim, and most of the buildings are hidden in the dark.

The whole warehouse area was deserted, it was unusually quiet, the sea breeze blew and blew on the roof, and occasionally a loose piece of iron sheet trembled in the wind, making a whirring sound, like a ghost crying.

Footsteps rattled on the concrete floor.

James walked to Ryan's left, a little step ahead, and he was rambling on and on some interesting things.

This warehouse area is rented, and many middle-class people have sundries at home, and it is a pity to throw them away, but they take up space at home, so they put those things in the rented warehouse, and only need to give a small amount of rent every month, which is still more cost-effective.

According to James, the basement leaked during the last heavy rain, so the family rented a warehouse and got all the miscellaneous items in the basement into the warehouse, including the letters and other relics left by Ryan's mother.

There were still guards in the warehouse area, and when they entered the door, James shook hands with the old janitor, and he didn't know how much money he stuffed into the other party, otherwise, they wouldn't be able to enter.

Prior to this, Ryan had given James five louis.

Whether this toll is as much as five louis is debatable.

Ryan stood far away, his top hat pressed very low, he was several meters away from James and the old janitor, and after the handover was completed, the janitor went back to the porter and opened the door, and he walked to the left of James and walked in side by side.

Going deep into the warehouse area, it didn't take long for it to turn into a laneway.

"It's right ahead. ”

James said, his voice shaking.

"Is it cold?"

Ryan asked softly.

"It's windy. ”

James replied, and then, without speaking.

Walking to the bottom of the alleyway, to a warehouse, James took two steps forward, took the key from his arms, and then, standing in front of the door, he unlocked it, only to hear a clanging sound of keys colliding, and then he pushed the door open.

Ryan stood outside the door, motionless.

"Wait a minute, there's an oil lamp here. ”

James's voice came from inside the room, and after a while, a light came on in the warehouse, and the light dispelled the darkness, rushed out of the room, and the street lamp light outside the alleyway entangled and merged with Ryan's side.

James' head poked out from behind the door.

"Ryan, come in, help find it, there are too many things, I don't know which ones your mother left behind......"

The words fell, and James's head shrank back.

Ryan was silent and didn't speak, he looked back at the alleyway behind him, the light of the streetlamp was engulfed by the long alleyway, and the darkness was shrouded in darkness, and there was no way to see the end of the alleyway.

He smiled, raised his hand to remove the top hat from his head, and tossed it aside.

The slender cane jumped between his hands, and finally, his right hand grasped the end of the cane, and Ryan strode into the warehouse with his head held high, the light rushing in, pulling his shadow long on the ground behind him.

The room was empty and had an unobstructed view.

There was no clutter in the warehouse as James had said, but there were a few people.

As Ryan enters, someone lights a torch.

The room suddenly became bright, and Ryan could see the people clearly.

In the foreground, a dark-skinned old man sat on crutches on a chair next to a pillar, wearing a one-foot-high silk top hat, a black tuxedo, a red silk scarf around his neck, and a boxwood pipe in his mouth, which was filled with sparkling tobacco, and the green smoke rose up, making his face flicker in the mist.

James stood next to the old man with his head bowed and a flattering smile on his face.

In addition, there were several people scattered in the warehouse, far or near, or in the open or in the dark, at an appropriate distance from each other, forming an encirclement of Ryan who entered the door.

Behind him, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

There was no need to look back, Ryan also knew that someone rushed from the side of the alleyway, cutting off his back path, Ryan listened to these chaotic and hurried footsteps, and soon, he came to a conclusion.

Three people.

There were three people coming from behind, plus the people in the house, there were nine people except James.

It's a big battle!

Ryan took two steps forward and then stopped, looking at James.

"James, what does that mean?"

James turned his head, not avoiding Ryan's gaze.

He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Little Ryan, it's all up to you, blame you for offending people who shouldn't be offended, and I can't help it...... How nice it would be if you signed that contract, when most of the time you were enjoying the sunshine on an ocean cruise?"

It is also possible that someone threw them off the boat.

James added in his mind.

"Why?"

Ryan took another step forward, his cane resting lightly on the ground, and he stared at the old man sitting in his chair.

The old man took off the pipe in his mouth and spat out a puff of smoke.

"Son, there are some things that you still don't know as well?"

Ryan squinted.

"Who are you?"

The old man smiled.

"You call me Lame Wade, kid, be quiet, I'll keep the guys neat and won't make you miserable. ”

As Wade spoke, a man came out of the pillar behind Ryan, dressed as a sailor and holding a magic stone pistol, silently behind Ryan.

The man raised his hand, and the muzzle of the gun moved up.

It's only four or five steps away, and at such a close distance, it's impossible to miss.

The general magic stone pistol has a short range, it is difficult to aim beyond five meters, and it is even worse after ten meters, and there is no crosshair at all.

So, the guy took a few steps forward before he was ready to shoot.

"Kid, if you become a ghost, remember to come to me!"

Wade laughed.

In order to cover his subordinates, the originally taciturn lame Wade behaved very exaggerated at this time, he was very different from usual, the lion still needed all his strength to fight the rabbit, not to mention, the young man in front of him was not necessarily a rabbit.

The first operation failed, and two of his men died.

That's why he set a trap and brought a few good people in the gang.

In addition, the magic stone pistol was also used.

You must know that the use of firearms is a felony, and the Security Bureau will intervene, and if the matter is big, even the person behind him may not be able to save him.

However, to be sure, he decided to do it anyway.

Behind Ryan, Wade's men had already raised their hands and aimed their guns at the back of Ryan's head.