Topoint's nights are always dark, chaotic, and yet intoxicating.

Right in the deepest part of Taimo Lane, that clutter of scrap metal, ship planks, and wooden fences, hides a surprising underworld.

The rough men who have been on the sea for a long time will always seize all the time they have on shore to let the pounds, alcohol and women wash themselves of the smell of the sea.

Among the crew members who spend most of the year floating on the sea, there is a saying that has been circulating since ancient times: don't wait until your corpse is floating on the surface of the sea to regret that your gold has sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Maca walked in the deep and familiar alleys, and from time to time she would meet some strong men in groups of three or five, and they were all walking into the depths.

But until you reach your destination, you don't talk to each other – one of the many unwritten rules in Taymor Lane.

When Maca came to a broken tin house converted from a large shipping container, he walked to the door and pushed the scruffy old man who was dozing off on a tin bucket.

"Baird, wake up!"

The old man squinted and looked up at Maca boredly.

"Stop pushing, when have you seen me fall asleep?" The old man muttered, picking up the dirty bottle in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

As he drank, he spread his palms towards Maca and shook them, "...... What about today? ”

Maca took out a small roll of paper from her pocket and slapped it into the old man's hand angrily.

The old man habitually curled up his fingers and touched them, and then pouted: "Little ghost, even if you are an acquaintance, it is time to increase the price next time!" ”

As he spoke, he beckoned to Maca, motioning for him to come closer.

"There are quite a few fat people today, one is a merchant captain on the West Bank, named Alger; One is a nobleman from Brest, France, named Vincennes or something......" The old man snorted, the wine in his mouth sprayed straight into Maca's face, but he had to continue listening, "Well, there are some North German guys, although the origin is not very clear, but they are not badly dressed. ”

"Baird, let's get to the point......" Seeing that the old man was still muttering something, Maca couldn't help but urge.

"Alright, you little devil can't stand it all the time...... The merchant captain had brought a little girl, and I looked like ...... You get the idea. The old man smiled and said, "Those serious caravans on the West Bank have also begun to take the dark road, and it is not in vain that the old guys who gave their lives to pave the way for them." ”

Maca nodded knowingly, touched her chin and whispered, "This is a big deal......

"Little ghost, you still want to go it alone? It's a big living person this time—"

"What about the big living people, it mainly depends on where they brought ......" Maca pondered, and was suddenly stunned for a moment, "Why do I think this thing is a little familiar?" ”

The scruffy old man was silent.

Entering this gold cave in Taimo Lane, you won't be willing to work all night, and some guys can even use up the money in their pockets all the way to the bottom.

There was still a lot of time, and Maca waved her hand at the old man, and walked like a walk to the broken tin house.

At the back of the tin house, there is a field that is blocked from the top and bottom, left and right. There are quite a few people here, most of them wandering around in a passage leading to the underground.

Those men looked a lot scruffier than old Baird. Most of them were shirtless, with a pair of tattered trousers underneath, and when they saw someone passing, they staggered forward, sneaked out some small paper bags from their pockets, and whispered to sell them.

Maca went all the way in, and those people didn't even look at him - they had long remembered what Maca looked like, and that was not the object of their "business".

After casually greeting two muscular men standing at the exit through a sloping passageway, Maca stepped into the "Topoin Underground Entertainment Center" where he begged for a living.

Here, there are many acquaintances, but no one will actively contact each other - they all have their own things to do, and no one has the time to talk nonsense.

And more of them are the "uncles" who come here to spend money.

In this underground place, as soon as you enter, you can see that this area is divided into five areas.

At the front, there is a large table card field with multiple participants, dice, poker and the like, playing all kinds of tricks; On the left is the place where the wine girls greet the drinkers, dimly lit, low tables and chairs, and a table full of wine bottles, drunk and not drunk are only a thought.

What about the right? A big stage, the lights are bright, enchanting and dreamy, and smoky, bringing many sensory stimulation to everyone.

In the middle is a circular bar filled with wine savers who are generally bored people with pounds in their pockets.

Originally, that was the area where Maca "worked", but today, he walked through the chaotic field, casually around the corners, and walked to the deepest part of the field.

The innermost area is the highest-grade place here, and it is also the area with the highest consumption level. Normally, petty people don't come here - the fish here are fat, but they're all shrewd! If you want to reap the benefits here, you may not be able to do it with great effort, and few people like to run here.

However, Maca has been getting a little annoyed lately, and he plans to put some thought into it and then rest for a while.

After adjusting the "work clothes" on her body, Maca ran with small steps, and looked back from time to time, pretending to be frightened.

Being young has the advantage of being young, no matter who it is, the wariness of a child will always be very low.

Of course, there are always risks associated with doing certain things.

"Ouch!"

As she passed behind a couch, Maca stumbled and fell to the ground.

There was a "bang", and he slammed it on the hard ground. A man on the couch in front of him looked back at the back of the couch in confusion.

Maca got up on her own, however, blood was already dripping from her forehead.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" The man looks very energetic, with a tall and thin figure, decent clothes, and neatly swiped blond hair, and at first glance he looks like a guy who has been living in the upper class.

"Oh-sir, I've been caught here-I don't know-I escaped, but I think my mother will be worried—" Maka said incoherently, her face panicked.

"Oh, that's terrible—" The man looked Maca up and down, only to see that his clothes looked handmade, and the fabrics were quite extraordinary, presumably the child of a wealthy family.

At this time, Maca took advantage of the blood stains on the bridge of her nose and wiped something under her eyes. Soon, a stream of tears flowed uncontrollably.

He swept behind the man with a blurred gaze, and in addition to a few men and women who were about the same size as the man, he soon noticed a little girl not much older than him who was huddled in the corner of the couch, looking at him with an uneasy expression.

"Son, if you can trust me, then talk to me......" A smile appeared on the man's face, but Maca couldn't stop complaining in her heart - this guy should be the merchant captain Alger from the West Bank, who is a little inferior in this industry......

“…… Come, sit down and talk about it, and I'll help you. ”

The man put his arm around Maca's shoulders and sat him down on the couch, and the men's companions came up to comfort her. A young lady took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood from Maca's forehead.

"Oh-thank you, ma'am!" Maca looked grateful, and said with trembling lips, "My family is in London, and when the servant took me to school, I was taken by that bad guy - I do need help, sir, my father can give you a lot of money......"

He spoke in a very authentic London accent, and occasionally glanced behind the sofa, as if he was afraid that the unwarranted "bad guy" would suddenly run out and arrest him.

Although his words had been intermittent, the key information that should have been revealed to them was poured out without leakage.

"It's all right, I'll introduce myself first—" the man grinned and smiled gently, "I'm Alger, a merchant on the West Bank, and if you can trust me, you might as well hop on our ship and I can take you back to London." ”

But Maca knew very well that the caravan from the West Bank had just arrived from Margate, and it would definitely not return in a short time. According to their previous route, they were heading towards the Cantabrian Sea to the west of France.

"Oh—thank you so much, Mr. Alger." Maca trembled with excitement, "I'll let my father pay you accordingly!" Certain! ”

He is like an aristocratic boy who has been spoiled by his parents, and he is full of money when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, although it is disgusting, but there is a clear sense of reality.

After sitting on the couch for a while, Marka expressed her concern to the man from time to time, saying that there would definitely be bad people coming to her in a moment.

At that moment, a fat man with curly chestnut hair and richly dressed clothes walked over from the next table.

"Alger, over here." The fat man beckoned to Alger.

"Mr. Vincent, what's wrong?" Alger asked the young lady to look after Maca, and he walked over to the noble fat man.

"Where did this little boy come from?" The fat man said with a smile.

"Which companion escaped," Alger smiled, "Why, Mr. Vincent, you are ......"

"Look at that child's fine skin and tender meat, I have a distinguished guest over there who must be interested." The fat man smiled obscenely, "It's also considered to be the pound in your hand, so get a discount!" ”

"Don't you want to hear about that kid's identity?" Alger is meaningful.

"Oh? And where did it come from? The fat man Vincent raised his eyebrows and said, "Speaking of which, let me listen, if it suits the appetite of that distinguished guest, it is not impossible to increase the price......