"Are you sure...... The reason he rejected me was because I wasn't famous?"

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the cold wind blowing in through the window blew the candle flame on and out, reflecting the look of astonishment on Loew Bell's face.

The fat Orlando James nodded, snuffed out the cigar in his hand, and said regretfully: "That's true, I've said a lot of good things for you, but the Earl doesn't mean to think about it at all, I think you can consider my suggestion to do it with me, and I can share it with you...... Thirty percent of the profits. ”

"What are you doing?"

Loew Bell narrowed his gray-green eyes, shook his head slowly, reached for his hat from the table, nodded slightly at Orlando James, stood up and turned to walk towards the door.

"Hey, don't you really think about it? I have a hunch that the port of Bayonne will become a seaport like the port of Ball, where there are countless opportunities, and no one in the whole harbor area is more optimistic about you than me......"

Orlando James stood up to keep Loew Bell, he was really willing to keep this "not famous" guy, with the development of Puerto Bayonne, there will inevitably be other forces to fight for turf, the taciturn and extraordinary Loew Bell is a very good helper no matter how you look at it.

Do I need your bullishness?

Loew Bell sneered to himself, reached out and pushed open the wooden door of his office, and the noise suddenly came to his face.

This is the largest bar in Bayona's port district, where sailors who have survived the storm wave their silver coins and banknotes indulgently, and scantily clad girls scratch their heads, both of them are psychologically and physically satisfied.

Loew Bell pressed the brim of his hat and walked through the lobby of the bar to the outside, where a few dancers who had not won a deal of business tried to lean in for some solace, but before they knew it, they pounced.

Pushing open the door of the bar, the bluestone-paved street was empty, except for a few homeless wild dogs hiding in the corners in vain to shelter from the rain, there was not a single living person.

Tightening his trench coat, Loew Bell stepped into the rain, and the cold and wet water vapor filled the air, mixed with the disappointment in his heart, and turned into a deep negative emotion.

The long streets were old and pothole-ridden with standing water, and Loew Bell slid his feet quickly, trying not to get water on his boots.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and a few discordant sounds came from behind him in the wind and rain, and the already unhappy mood suddenly became hideous.

Loew Bell suddenly turned into an alley, which made the figures who followed behind very happy, and a few bigwigs in the port area have been cruel in the past few days, and they are not allowed to make any big noise, if Loew Bell is walking down the street, they are still a little hesitant, and now he has drilled the alley, it is no wonder.

A few thugs who had lost the last copper plate in their pockets rushed into the alley, and a few daggers shone with a sinful light in the dark night.

A bolt of lightning flashed, and several villains, accustomed to dark sight, squinted their eyes at the same time, and then saw a figure floating like a ghost.

"Puff ....."

"Puff ....."

"Boom la la ....."

Several figures fell to the ground almost simultaneously, making a large splash. A few pairs of eyes, struggling not to lose their life, watched a pair of boots step out of the alley, and wisps of their own blood flowed down the rain into the gutter.

The port area is like that, there are countless sins and uncertainties hidden in the darkness, maybe one second you are a hunter, but the next you become a prey.

Loew Bell killed a few people, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. He bought two thick and heavy baguettes in a bakery that had not yet closed, and deliberately circled around the harbor before coming to a small dilapidated building.

"Knock knock!"

The murderer, who was still killing people a few minutes ago, knocked politely on the door at this time.

"Squeak!"

The door opened a small crack, and when it became clear that it was Loew Bell, it opened open.

"Guest, why did you come back, this is not Uptown, it's not safe to be so late....."

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy put away a stick in his hand and welcomed Loew Bell in.

"Oh! I'm in good luck today, so I'm back a little late. Loew Bell smiled softly and handed the baguette in his hand.

The young man happily took the bread and asked excitedly, "Have you gone to the casino......?"

"Luke, go back to your room!"

A tall, thin old lady stood at the staircase on the second floor, looking coldly at Loew Bell on crutches.

Young Luke shrunk his neck and walked with his head down to the corner of the first floor, where was his little room, which was also the porter of the small family hotel.

"Boom!"

"Luke, return the bread to the guests!"

The old lady paused for the cane in her hand and said sternly to Luke.

Luke's eyes immediately reddened, and he lowered his head and gently argued: "Grandma, the little finches are all hungry, I just want to ......"

"Boom!"

"Give it back to him, we don't want gamblers' alms!"

Luke was very aggrieved, tears rolled in his eyes, but in the end they did not fall, and the two baguettes were returned to Loew Bell.

"Mrs. Farmoth, I ...... actually"

Loew Bell wanted to say something, but the tall and thin old lady had already turned away and had not given Loew Bell a chance to explain.

As Mrs. Farmos closed the door, the inn lost its light and fell into darkness.

Loew Bell reluctantly went into his room and lit the half-candle that was still left, which was the only lighting in the room, and the only cheap oil lamps in Luke's house were that they were almost never lit when he was fine.

Taking off his neat boots and untying off his half-wet trench coat, Loew Bell stood in front of the cracked mirror on the wall, looked at the mediocre man in the mirror, and was silent for a long time.

"Boom..... Rumble......"

Continuous thunder resounded through the small harbor area, and the rain fell even harder.

Loew Bell suddenly reached out and pinched his neck, his fingers grabbing the skin and pulling it out.

The skin was ripped up, and even a face and a wig were ripped off.

"I don't have a good name, do you want me to give you another famous name?" a voice completely different from "Loew Bell" echoed low through the room.

A woman's voice.

The dilapidated windows couldn't block the damp cold brought by the heavy rain, and the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, but it couldn't hide the angry flames in her chest, and the chest that had lost her trench coat shrugged and shrugged angrily.

At this time, a fair and clean face is reflected in the mirror, and if Charles is allowed to see it at this time, he will definitely praise the "pure natural beauty".

But if it was Orlando James who saw this face, then it is estimated that he would be paralyzed with fright and kowtow and beg for mercy.

What kind of helper partner did you fancy the bounty announcement on? The large number of bounties on the bounty announcement was a curse of urgency.

The young Luke returned to his hut in a dejected state, and lay in bed for a long time but could not sleep, he ...... Actually, I'm hungry too.

The business of the inn is not good, and Mrs. Falmos has almost strict requirements for travelers, and does not accept any traveler who does not look like a good person, but where are there so many good people in the port area? Can people who look like good people survive in the port area?

"Alas, the little finch is so weak, how can we find a way to give them a full meal.......? No, no, no, I'm going to be a good person!"

"Humph!"

Luke snorted suddenly, smelling a smell that often appears in dreams.

He rolled over and sat up, and without lighting the lamp, he felt the source of the fragrance, and then felt two baguettes with residual warmth lying on the table in front of him.