Coppersmith Street, a small wooden cart parked at the corner of the street, full of Bruce's day's harvest.

Recently, the market for manure has not been very good, and middlemen have been pressing down on prices very much.

A bald man, leading a donkey cart, haggles with Bruce.

The bald head is called Cornelly, a well-known broker in this area, and his reputation was not bad in the past.

But since he started the fecal business, his character seems to have been assimilated by the goods and has become more and more stinky.

"Your cargo is too wet, this car is only worth six deniers at most."

Listening to the quote, Bruce wanted this guy to taste the moisture content of the goods with his own mouth.

It's not that Bruce is unreasonable, it's that Cornelius is too deceitful.

For three days in a row, profiteers used the same reason to lower the price, and the price of a cart of manure fell from eleven deniers to six.

Bruce inquired in the suburbs, and the purchase price of each farm had not changed, and the profits went into Connelly's pocket.

Moreover, this guy took a few thugs to blackmail him, and he was not allowed to sell the goods to others, otherwise he would look good.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and all walks of life, driven by interests, will form various unspoken rules.

After the initial wanton growth, the emerging profession of shovel officer entered the era of violent monopoly.

Bruce is at the bottom of the industrial chain, and the burden of life makes him have no choice but to compromise.

In the same way, for the sake of life, he laid down all his dignity and pleaded with a low voice:

"Mr. Connelly, I beg your mercy and hope that you will be able to buy it at yesterday's price.

You know, I have an elderly mother at home, a two-and-a-half-year-old child, and they all need me to support them. ”

"Poor man, I sympathize with your plight, but business is business, and I never accept bargaining."

Connelly's face was full of compassion, and Bruce thought he saw hope, but he was ruthlessly rejected.

He was ashamed and angry, forgot his sense of proportion, took a step forward and shouted:

"It's you, who sent me to the ring of life and death, you should know that Lao Tzu is a clown! You ......"

"Get out! Dare to threaten me, you guys, clean him up! ”

Without waiting for Bruce to finish his cruel words, Connelly slapped him.

The so-called 'clown' may have been able to scare people ten days ago, but now, there is no deterrent at all.

I have never seen a ruthless person, who will conscientiously shovel for a month, even if he is really a master, he will be despised.

A few thugs surrounded Bruce in the center and beat the 'clown' in the street, which was very satisfying to their vanity.

And at that moment, a young man with a broadsword in his hand descended from the sky into the crowd like an angel.

Millsa comes to Bruce to ask for news of the witchcraft queen Elansol, and it happens to happen to happen.

He was afraid that Bruce would kill him and cut off Elansol's clues, so he jumped off the roof next to him and cleaned up a few thugs.

In a matter of seconds, the winner was decided, the thugs were screaming and rolling on the ground, and Mirsa was holding her shoulders and looking at Bruce.

"Any news?"

"There it is."

"Let's go, take me out of town."

Very simple Q&A, there were only two parties present, who knew what was being said.

However, Bruce did not lead the way, but pointed to Connelly, who had not come back to his senses, and said:

"He will definitely take revenge and even kill my mother and son."

"Understood."

The dialogue is still simple, but the content expressed is rich enough.

Milsa's agility led him to grab Connelly by the back of the neck and drag him to the side of the cart and press him down hard.

It turned out that Bruce's cargo, the humidity was not at all, and when he swallowed, he even choked a little.

Soon, Connelly stopped struggling, and he didn't know if he was suffocated or choked.

Targovista, the first generation of the overlord of the manure recycling industry, died quite dedicatedly.

"Lead the way."

Tossing the body aside, Millsa returned to business.

"Come home with me first."

Glancing coldly at Connelly's body, Bruce pushed the cart and walked towards the outermost shanty town of Coppersmith Street.

"Don't play tricks."

Mirsa followed, not forgetting to threaten.

The corpses on the ground, the screaming thugs, were simply ignored.

The two adobe houses are patched, giving the impression that they can be blown down by a strong wind.

This is the nest of three generations of the Bruce family.

The small wooden cart was parked next to the adobe house, and Bruce did not enter the house.

He said to Mirsa very calmly:

"I don't know the Witch Queen's campsite yet, but someone went to her tonight for divination."

Mirsa frowned slightly, and he looked Bruce up and down to make sure the guy was reliable.

"This is my home, my paralyzed mother and my baby waiting to be fed.

So, if I play on you, I won't bring you here. ”

Bruce explains, then smiles freely, ignores Mirsa, and goes into the house to greet his mother.

Everything that happened today made him understand that he would always be trampled underfoot.

From then on, Targoviste had one more 'clown' who ignored everything.

The new king of the underworld has broken the ground, and what he lacks is enough space to grow.

……

At the Palace of Curteau, Tepes is in his office, plotting to get rid of the old king of the underworld, the Liberty Society.

War is just around the corner, and there is a need for stability in the rear, and the cancer of free associations must be removed.

As for the Freedom Society's vault, the trail leads to the Silent Hill Forest Hut, where it is very likely that the vault is located.

Moreover, Cepes's plan will not affect the exploration of the vault, and he has already left a foreshadowing.

"Send that branded horse to Flea Street, and make sure that it is picked up by the Slavs."

Half a month has passed since the robbery and murder case that shocked Wallachia.

Baron Carr, as an investigator, received a lot of benefits, but the case made no progress.

Now, the case can finally be closed, and the damned Liberal Society is the culprit in a series of cases.

The young and promising Baron Karl will track down a stolen horse with a brand.

Then follow the vine and find Flea Street, and further uncover the ugly face of the free society.

Every step of the way, in Tsepesh's calculations, the free society carried the black pot, and by the way, dismantled the evil forces on Flea Street.

Everything is logical, and it is impossible for the Free Society to realize that the great Grand Duke is targeting their coffers.

In this way, not only will it not be a surprise, but it will also allow free associations to speed up the mobilization of funds and expose more secrets.

In the office, Baron Karl bowed slightly and said:

"Yes, my lord, I'll send someone to do it right away."

"Remember, the case must be closed and the victim must not be suspicious.

You're the investigator of the case, so it shouldn't be difficult to do that. ”

After a few more words, Tsepes sent Karl away, and he leaned back in his chair, gently softening his temples, wondering if there was a flaw in the layout.