In the crowd of Nightlight Street, Joyce wore a tightly knit jacket and a paper bag in her hand, eating steaming pies as she walked.

Although the pie that Arrin bought didn't cost much, for Joyce, who hadn't eaten for a day, he had to admit that he was very good at being a person.

"Good business. ”

The crowd in front of them dispersed a little, and I saw four young people with ruthless faces, one stall after another, collecting premiums.

"Three copper buruns!"

Joyce found a woman who set up a fruit stall and gave three copper coins to a red-haired young man who took the fruit and nibbled on it, and couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy to start a small business.

"Knight Frank has two of the largest gangs, the Iron and Blood Society and the Iron Hand Society, the vendors on Nightlight Street and the tobacco shops on Tobacco Street are controlled by the Iron Blood, while the bars and private restaurants on Steel Flower Street and the casino on Silla Street are managed by the Iron Hand Society. Arrin said to Joyce after the four young men had gone from stall to booth to collect money and leave.

"How much money you have to make is a cancer. ”

Joyce was indignant in his heart, but in fact he was able to recognize the reality.

Everything exists as a truth, and Joyce can imagine how big the network of interests will be behind the interests squeezed by these gangsters, and how many powerful people will be caught in it.

Guarding against thieves, Joyce walked for nearly half an hour before she got out of Nightlight Street, and even the four pies in the paper bag were eaten early.

After walking three blocks with Arlin, before he reached Steel Flower Street, Joyce had already seen bars and pubs of all sizes.

Although the weather has cooled down, there are still many lightly dressed street girls on the street to welcome customers.

In Joyce's view, Yarlin's so-called private mansion was more like a hotel, and the scale was larger, even comparable to the private clubs in Huaxia.

"Two gentlemen, are you interested in having a drink?"

A plump woman in a cloth dress, not wearing heavy makeup, showed her delicate face from her scarf.

"Is this the so-called angel face and devil figure?" Joyce's face froze, and he only felt that he couldn't resist the temptation.

Dressed in a formal suit, Arrin shook his head with a smile, embodying a gentle gentlemanly demeanor.

"Not surprisingly, there are many street girls who do not make a living from this, they may also have husbands and children at home, but sometimes they have to carry the burden of family and life. Arrin said calmly to Joyce.

There are many people and little food, the land suitable for cultivation is all owned by the nobles, and the jobs that the commoners can work in are not only hard, but also fiercely competitive, and the life that Joyce understands is not easy, but it is also on the surface.

The gap between the rich and the poor is everywhere, and the creation of labor and productivity is more for the upper class, which is almost a law, but the living conditions of Joyce's current world are worse.

I don't know if it's because Yarlin is dressed in a formal suit, although some of the street girls have accosting, they don't pull and pull.

Just when Joyce noticed that the ground and buildings of Steel Flower Street in the distance were very different from this side, his left eye was slightly blurred, and it took on a different scene.

An old man in a cloak with a blood-colored rust glow in his arms appeared in Joyce's visual perception.

However, the location of the cloaked old man was not the area ahead of Joyce's eyes, but in a dark side street that he and Arrin had passed by.

"Why, do you have a crush on a street girl who wants to have a wonderful night here? Arrin noticed that Joyce was walking stiffly, and teased him with a smile.

Joyce deliberately put an embarrassed expression on his face, hiding the past.

Taking advantage of Arlin's steps, Joyce naturally wiped his eyes, but he still seemed to see the old man in the cloak in the dark street, and there was a man with short hair and earrings, who took the money from the old man's hand.

"It's almost time for Steel Flower Street. ”

Just when Joyce couldn't help but want to run away, Yarlin said to him.

"Arrin was colluded by the cloaked old man to deliberately harm me?" Joyce had just come up with the idea, but he secretly vetoed it.

Although I didn't hear what the old man in the cloak said to the man wearing earrings in the dark alley, the act of paying from the old man was like asking the short-haired man with earrings for something.

"If Yarlin wants to harm me, he doesn't need anyone else, just take me to the ambush place, and it is estimated that a few people will be able to take care of me. Joyce continued to follow Arlin, his pace quickening a little, as if he was a little uncomfortable with the cold wind.

"Where are we going, do we have to be more secretive, this place is full of people, I don't want to offend the gang because of Miss Caroline, and besides, you are too conspicuous in your formal attire. Joyce leaned closer to Arrin and whispered deliberately.

"Don't worry, we're not going to look for her, just to collect some news. Arrin smiled slightly, not thinking too much about Joyce's caution.

Shortly after Arrin took Joyce to Steelflower Street, after being questioned by a street girl, he bought a ticket outside and entered a dance hall called Flame Tenderness.

"Two guests, are you going to dance?"

In the brightly lit vestibule, a lady in a dress, who had received guests, immediately stepped forward when she spotted Arlin, and her eyes quickly looked at Joyce.

After the dress lady was slightly covered, the street girl who led Arrin and Joyce into the ballroom retreated on her own.

"We needed a cigar room. ”

Yarlin showed that Joyce was with him and had no intention of dancing.

"Please, both of you. ”

The woman in the dress, who was plump and charming, personally led Arrin and Joyce to the right corridor.

Joyce followed the corridor and found that the corridor could go out from behind, so he slightly suppressed his nervousness and entered the room.

When Joyce arrived at the ballroom, he thought that if Arrin took him to a place where it was difficult to escape, he would definitely not stay.

"The Laifang District has been in chaos in the past two days, and the people of the Iron Hand Society and the Iron Blood Society just had a large-scale fight on Tobacco Street last night, you shouldn't have come. After closing the door of the room, seeing a relaxed smile on Yarlin's face, the woman in the dress spoke.

"Ms. Palemy, this is Joyce Rupert from our MIA. Arrin sat down in the sofa chair and laughed.

Joyce unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the holster inside, as if trying to loosen herself.

Joyce, with his eyes open, had never seen so clearly as he did now.

Elena covered her heart in the lounge on the second floor of the bar, secretly enduring the pain.

Angela lay in the room at Rossi Surgical Hospital, missing a single right arm, replaced by a bandage wrapped around her collarbone.

Operation Captain Bazel sighed silently outside Angela's hospital room.

Carl returns home to feed the animals and bugs, and tries to manipulate them.

Teresa was so tired that she had fallen asleep on the reception couch.

Commissioner Bodean Arthur closed the office door and ate dessert deliciously.

The man with the earrings who received the money had already found a large group of people, and they were all over the street gesturing and asking about something.

The cloaked old man hung far behind a group of gangsters, as if observing and searching.

"Damn, the MI didn't even send someone to protect me!" Joyce couldn't care about the strange scenes that his left eye could perceive at this time, and he kept scolding in his heart while he was still silent on the surface.

It's not a drill, it's not a drill, and for some reason, Joyce remembered watching TV.

"The steam train to Dominburg has derailed, and the garrison of Rensu only came back this afternoon, it is normal to have chaos in the past two days, and the opportunity has come out, so naturally someone has to take advantage of it, I came here tonight, mainly to know about the kidnapping of the daughter of the Gerald family. While Joyce's left eye and head were aching, Arrin asked the dressed woman about business.

"Miss Caroline?"

The woman in the plump dress had a faint hesitation, as if she knew something, and her hidden expression did not escape Jarrin's gaze, which was also clearly perceived by Joyce.

"Ms. Palemie, you don't need to be involved in this matter, you just need to tell me what you know, and if we can benefit from the incident, you will also benefit from it. Yarlin continued to smile at the woman in the dress without giving her an immediate reply.

"Informant?"

At the moment of crisis, Joyce was not still thinking about money, but pondering the relationship between the dress woman and Arlin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arlin, but I just knew that Miss Caroline was kidnapped. The woman in the dress looked apologetic.

"Palemie, you should know that communication is the basis of our cooperation, business can get bigger and bigger, but don't forget about friendship, Miss Caroline's business is very important, you know what to say, Joyce will also thank you for your help, his future in our MI is very bright. In the absence of an ideal answer, Arrin used both hard and soft measures, and his voice began to deepen.

"I'm just a supernumerary, and when Yarlin said this, it seems that it will be different immediately!" Hearing Yarlin's statement, even Joyce, who felt that he was in a very bad situation, couldn't help but secretly slander.

In the face of Arlin's gaze, the woman in the dress looked at Joyce, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, again: "Arnochie Anderville's people have tied up Miss Caroline, but they don't dare to follow her. ”

The woman in the dress mentioned Arnucci Anderwell with obvious fear.

"Madman Andwell, I didn't expect to find the wrong place, what about the street girls who disappeared one after another?" Yarlin muttered at first, and then asked the woman in the dress.

"I heard that it was the people of the Iron Blood Society, and it was precisely because of this incident that the Iron Hand Society had a conflict with it. No sooner had the woman in the dress opened the drawer of the cigar table than a cold man knocked on the door and entered.

"Master, the Iron Will are looking for Mr. Arlin, and Croton is very sure that Mr. Arrin is here, and he can't stop him outside. The grim man in the black collar looked at Arlin's tartan and then on Joyce.