Durin grabbed Delier's neck with one hand, clenched his fist with the other, and slammed it Delier's well-dressed face. This punch is full of force, although the strength and physical fitness of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy are far inferior to that of adults, but considering Delier's thinness, this punch has already hurt him very well. Blood flowed down Delier's sore and aching nose, and the hot stream parted his lips to the sides, and he looked at Durin in horror, struggling desperately.

Without hesitation, Durin gave him another punch, another punch, and another punch!

There was only the sound of "poof", "poof", "poof" in the office.

After seven or eight punches in a row, Delier's eyes showed a look of pleading and fear, and he stopped struggling, as if he had compromised.

Durin let go of the hand that was holding his neck and shook his arm, which actually hurt his fist after these few punches. There was no flesh on Delier's face, and he could always touch his cheekbones when he fought, and while it hurt him, his fist hurt a little.

Delier, who had been "freed", gasped for breath, his whole body curled up in an egg, and looked at this rude, unreasonable, barbarian-like young man in fear.

"You can't do this to me!", the slightly shrill voice and the expression on his face distorted with horror made the artistic aura on Delier's body disappear without a trace in an instant.

Durin raised his eyebrows, picked up a miniature ivory totem pole carved from Delier's desk, and slammed it on Delier's arm. The crisp sound made both men realize that between the arm and the tusks, one must have broken a bone. Of course, the fracture will not be ivory, then it will be Delier's arm.

Before he could last a second, the tusks in Doolin's hand were raised high, and the high, soprano-like scream came to an abrupt end.

"Mr. Delier, can we have a good talk now?", Durin looked at Delier, who was cowering in an egg, holding his arm and crying as if he had been raped, his eyes dangerous and fierce.

Delier pursed his lips and nodded, tears and nosebleeds mixed and dripped on the collar of his favorite clothes, drops of red stains were shocking.

"Very good, this is very good!", Durin casually put the ivory artwork in his hand back to its original position, and deliberately adjusted the position to keep it as before. He straightened his clothes and grooming and sat down at the table, "Now, can you tell me what I can do to catch Lady Vivien as soon as possible?", he took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, took a puff, and flicked a small amount of the banquet directly on Delier's body.

Delier was afraid, and said in a trembling voice: "Lady Vivien has a fanatical pursuit of all good things......", when he said this, Delier suddenly fell silent, he didn't know whether he should tell the truth or not, and secretly glanced at Durin, whose eyes had become fierce again, and he shuddered, and decided to say it thoroughly. The only thing he could pray for now was that Durin didn't have anything to do with Lady Vivien, otherwise he would have died an ugly death.

"Lady Vivien has a special hobby...... She likes young, young boys, but not too young, about thirteen or fourteen years old, handsome or beautiful boys. After saying everything, Delier didn't seem to plan to keep it, so he just said it all. Anyway, saying half a sentence is death, and saying a hundred sentences is also death, so it's better to get past the current level first, and then think about what will happen in the future.

"Actually, many wives like these tunes, and most of their husbands have lovers outside the home, and rarely do anything even when they come home for the night. I don't know if it's out of revenge or if it's some kind of women's hobby, but there are several ladies who like to do it. In addition to running this art gallery, I'm also looking for prey for these special guests. ”

"I've said everything I need to say, can you let me go?"

Durin suddenly felt a little speechless, he looked around, it was obviously an art museum full of art, but he didn't expect to be doing such a dirty thing in secret. The director of this art gallery is actually a special pimp?!

But from another point of view, this is actually normal. These ladies of great standing have long lacked the necessary care and nourishment, and they will surely complain. Some of them can bear it, but some can't, especially a woman like Vivien, who has special power in her own right, and doesn't care what the men think or do. Last time, he heard Kevin say that the mayor or councillor had taken care of a female owner of a restaurant, but he didn't expect to find out about these things here in a blink of an eye.

In fact, he didn't know that Delier didn't make it all clear, the so-called flower arrangement and tea party were simply a carnival party for these ladies, and they were full of hormones in this art museum.

The boys who were found by Delier were not at a loss, and in addition to being able to enjoy some special happiness, they were also able to earn a lot of money.

To each his own, he takes what he needs.

However, this special hobby made Durin scratch his head a little. If Lady Vivien likes money, he can afford it. If she likes something, he can find a way to get it. But she likes little boys on horseback, does she want to get on it herself?

In an instant, Durin thought of a person—Dufo.

The guy who was as handsome as a girl would surely be liked by these ladies, and it would not be a disadvantage to him.

Thinking of this, Doolin's ass was removed from the table, and he walked to the egg chair, and Delier thought that Doolin was going to continue beating him, so he immediately protected his head in fright, and his body trembled slightly. But after waiting for a while, the expected storm did not come, and he laughed and let go of his arm, and laughed dryly.

Durin slowly reached out and stroked Delier's collar and flicked the ash that fell from his body, "Look, I know some secrets that I shouldn't know, and if you don't want to be caught floating in the Onyx River one day, you'd better keep your mouth shut." Two days later, just find an excuse to invite Lady Vivien over, I'm going to give her a big gift, understand?", Durin patted Delier on the cheek, and Delier nodded blankly.

"I remember, two days later, Lady Vivien, great gift!"

Durin nodded with satisfaction, took out a roll of ten-dollar bills from his pocket, counted ten at random and put them in his pocket, and threw the rest directly to Delier.

The unbound banknotes instantly turned into a flood of paper, spinning, rolling, and slowly falling.

Looking at Durin, who turned to leave after the rain of banknotes, Delier had the feeling that he had been licked after being doggy.