The vast fortress was filled with all sorts of lamps, and even in the room where the sun had just risen, there was no difference from daytime, and in such an environment, Old Joe hurried to the place he had not been in for a long time—the drawing room, where the whole ruins of the ruins awaited him with only his "great business".

The "Silver Meat Grinder" parlor is the largest and most luxurious room in the whole fort, with a huge chandelier made of smokeless gas lamps illuminating the whole room, a luxurious full set of sofas and long glass tables bought at great prices from the Bitter Spring Brotherhood and some smugglers, and wine cabinets filling the entire room. As an "old acquaintance" who has been doing business with various empires for decades, Immortal Old Joe has almost all the famous wines in various countries now, and these are free for those who are qualified to enter this room. When Lao Qiao pushed the door into the house, two of the three people who had already sat down in the room immediately stood up and saluted, leaving only a thin old man still comfortably nested on the soft sofa and motionless, his small eyes squinting and flashing with a strange light.

With the help of the two of them, Old Qiao sat down heavily on the best and most luxurious sofa in the living room, settled down, and looked at the metal fragments on the table.

"So, Chag, where is my business?" The figure emanating from behind the respirator, like the rest of the demons, was a calm voice that suppressed evil and anger.

It is worth mentioning that sitting in this living room now are all the high-level officials of the entire huge immortal city. In addition to the absolute leader, the powerful war boss "Immortal Old Joe", there is the "fighting dog" Chag who is in charge of the economy and trade. Norris, Dead Eye, Ford Camury, who is responsible for the production and recycling of metal raw materials at the Bullet Farm, and Old Black Fang, the "Prophet" who has been following Old Joe to the ruins.

And Chag, who Lao Qiao asked, was still wearing the iconic purple trench coat at this time, and the whole person looked alive like a shriveled eggplant, slowly bowed to Lao Qiao, and answered the master's question respectfully

"Right here, Boss, the Prophet found these pieces of armor when he inspected them at Ford's."

When Old Joe picked up a fragment of armor with his fingers as dry and wrinkled as the bark of an old tree, and saw what seemed to glow on it, it lit up and went out, and these bright spots formed a wonderful figure.

"Rune runes?"

"Ahh Yes, the prophet concluded so! ”

The fat man with a glass prosthetic eye on the other half stood up almost reflexively and replied, as he spoke, his face was so fat that his facial features were huddled together, and the sweat was dripping on the ground like rain, and he knew very well how bad an impression this would make his boss have on him.

Waving his hand to signal him to sit down, Old Joe buried his body in the sofa without any mood swings, playing with the fragments in his hands, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the fat man Ford, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

"Received today?" The gaze under the respirator was full of suspicion, and Ford felt that the blood in his body was cold to the bottom for a moment.

In the face of invisible pressure, Ford didn't dare to hide it, and his huge body fell directly to the ground.

"Boss, I didn't mean to, this is also the other day when my subordinates sent me that there are runes that are very precious, so I thought about waiting for two days to give it to you as a gift!"

"In two days, huh!" The old black tooth, who had been bowing his head and not saying a word, suddenly spoke, and the person showed a mouth full of black teeth as his name suggested, which looked very weird.

"If Lao Tzu doesn't go, I'm afraid I'll have to add a few zeros in the past two days!"

"I really don't, boss, you have to believe me!"

Tears ran down the fat face, mixed with excessive sweat and became an extremely disgusting river running on the thin skin.

"Shut up." The deep voice under the respirator had a flat tone, but it stopped Ford's cry that exceeded the decibel limit.

Looking at Ford's reaction, Old Joe nodded with satisfaction, and casually threw the fragments that he had been playing with in his hand to the old man sitting opposite, "Tell me, what do you think." ”

"There is no doubt that this is the noble armor of the Sigmar Empire, and the golden double-headed eagle on it should be royalty, if this is really royal-"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hahahahahahahaha

The two old guys, who had been doing murder together since the beginning, laughed happily, and nothing seemed to be happier than this. After laughing for a while before slowly stopping, Old Qiao motioned for Old Black Tooth to continue to express his opinion.

Nodding, the old man continued to show his findings, "The armor has been divided into seventy-six pieces, and I am sure that this retarded mind should not have been hidden again. The inscriptions and runes on them are visibly worn, and their origins resemble those commonly used by scavengers, and look like some people are deliberately hiding something when they sell them. ”

Silence returned to the hall, and after a while, there was a knock on the door and Ford was called out. The three people in the room had their own hearts and minds, and no one spoke, only Old Joe waved his hand to signal Ford to go and get busy if he had something to do, and then fell into deep thought.

After a while, Ford, who was like a moving mountain, trotted into the room, stood behind Old Joe, and whispered something to Old Joe.

The old man seemed to see some clues, closed his eyes very lazily, and retracted into the sofa, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

After the fat man finished speaking, Lao Qiao nodded silently and looked at the purple windbreaker sitting quietly on the side seat.

"Chag, Ford, there's nothing to do with you here, get out of here, close the door."

The man in purple still bowed politely and slowly exited the room, while Ford wiped the sweat from his face and bowed reluctantly, intending to turn around and leave.

The moment he turned, he heard a whisper like death.

"Ford, have you counted, how many years have you been in business with me?"

"XXX . No! It's been exactly thirty-six years, what's wrong? ”

"Thirty-six years, yes, give you thirty-six minutes, good luck."

In an instant, as if receiving a death sentence, Roshan fell to the ground with a bang, and then struggled to get up and rushed out of the room at a high speed that his weight would never have reached by common sense.

After a long time, when the two people in the parlor could no longer hear the annoying loud sound of descending the stairs, Old Joe broke the silent air.

"Finn, this matter may have something to do with your little niece, my lovely daughter."

It turns out that Finn is the real name of Old Black Fang, and the so-called "prophet" Old Black Fang is so valued because he is actually Old Joe's own brother!

After a long time, Finn spoke, and there was no longer that kind of surplus and coldness in his tone, "In the end.. What's going on! ”

"Smack——!

The thin palm slapped the luxurious table, and the heavy marble surface was discharged, which showed the anger of the old man who was in his last years.

Shaking his head, ignoring his brother's sudden outburst, Old Joe adjusted his respirator and calmly began to briefly recount what Ford's men had just investigated.

"...... three months ago"