In the huge factory, under the illumination of more than a dozen high-wattage light bulbs, the light is very bright.

The waste equipment in the original factory was all removed when the factory closed down, and only dozens of thick I-beams supporting the roof remained, making the entire factory look empty.

The smooth floor paved with cement is not covered with dust due to the abandonment of the factory, but on the contrary, it looks clean, and I think it is because someone cleans it regularly.

Suddenly, a sound of neat footsteps broke the calm of the factory, and I saw two teams of people lining up in a neat queue from the open doors on the east and west sides.

There were about 100 people in the eastern team, each of them was dressed in a black tuxedo, bow tie, black trousers and black leather shoes.

The number of people in the western team was about the same as that in the eastern team, but the difference was that the people in the western team were dressed in black suits and black bowler hats, and they also carried Tang knives that exuded a chill in their hands.

As the distance narrowed, the two teams stopped at a distance of about ten meters in the center of the factory, and they all looked at each other with fierce eyes.

However, before receiving the boss's order, no one on either side moved, just stared at each other with their eyes, which caused the atmosphere at the scene to fall into the depression and stagnation before the war.

For a long time, perhaps knowing that this was not the way to go on, one person from each side of the team walked out and stood in the center of the field.

And next to them, before the two teams of people entered, there was a wooden square table and two Taishi chairs.

However, neither of them sat down on the chairs at the table at this time. It is clear that they are not qualified enough to sit at this wooden table, which symbolizes the negotiating table.

"Edward, what do you mafia mean. At the beginning, there was an agreement between you and me, with Radway Street as the boundary, the south is the territory of your mafia, and the north is the territory of our Emperor Gang, but your people actually crossed the line and ran to our side to collect protection money, what do you mean? ”

To the east shouted was a big man with a mohican hairstyle, a vertical scar on his face, and a hideous and terrifying face, and even an elegant tuxedo could not hide the ferocity on his body.

On the other side, whom he called Edward, was a relatively elegant-looking young man.

I saw that after listening to the other party's questioning, he did not rush to answer, but lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said in the curling cyan smoke: "It's not interesting, you can understand it as much as you want, but we have paid for the protection fee." ”

"You ......" Mo Xigan smiled angrily, and said, "Okay, yes, I'll ask you today, is this what you mean, or what your eldest sister means." ”

"Nonsense, of course it's what our eldest sister meant."

"That is to say, your eldest sister has made it clear that she does not take our eldest brother in her eyes!" After saying this, the strong man of Moxican suddenly turned to look at the group of younger brothers behind him and said, "Brothers, the eldest brother has been lost face, what do you say?" ”

"Kill them."

A uniform roar suddenly erupted in the crowd, and all the members of the Emperor Gang in tuxedos raised the Tang knives in their hands. The silver metal blade emitted a blinding chill in the bright light.

At the same time, the members of the Mafia Hall also raised their swords against each other, and everyone had a fanatical look on their faces, and the big battle was about to break out.

Seeing that this place was about to turn into a bloody Shura field, but at this moment, two shouts resounded throughout the factory almost at the same time.

"Big brother has arrived."

"Big sister is here."

I saw a woman wearing a red and white British blouse, long black gloves, a white cotton skirt, black leggings, and knee-high boots, and a woman walking out of the crowd through the automatic passage under the respectful eyes of many gang members.

The woman's face is stunning, even if the black eyepatch with the azalea pattern on her left eye still does not damage her image, but adds a different kind of charm. The long golden hair was curled behind his head, his figure was tall, his chest was full and round, and his body exuded a kind of majesty from a person who had been in a position of power for a long time.

The woman just glanced at it casually, and the mafia members were silent, even Edward, who was extremely arrogant just now, lowered his head in the woman's gaze, and did not dare to make any mistakes.

And on the opposite side of the woman, from the crowd that was also separated, also came out, cough! It seems that no one. No, it's a matter of perspective。。。。。。。

The white-haired little Lori looks like she is seven or eight years old, and her height is about, it should be, maybe one meter three!

Wearing a mesh top hat, a white shirt inside, a black suit on the outside, a pair of black trousers of the same color, red high heels, and a black military-style tweed coat on the outside, the whole person exudes a mature temperament that does not match his age.

The two girls, one tall and one short, sat opposite each other at the negotiating table, neither of them speaking first.

And with a flash of inexplicable light, a tall glass containing red wine suddenly appeared in the hand of the blonde royal sister.

Similarly, a set of cups for brewing coffee appeared on the table in front of the white-haired little Lori.

"VV, what do you mean?" The blonde royal sister took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and said in an extremely low tone, "How many times this is the first time this year?" ”

"Sixth." The white-haired Lori didn't even raise her head, and she was brewing coffee for herself with an extremely focused expression.

"So, should you give me an explanation?"

The red liquor exudes a blood-like sheen in the transparent glass, and with each shake of the blonde lady, the color of the liquor seems to become more and more vivid.

"Confession? Why should I give you an account? The white-haired Lori said disdainfully, from beginning to end, she didn't look up at the blonde royal sister, and she was still brewing coffee unhurriedly under her hands.

"Yes! You don't need to give me an account. The blonde lady did not show the slightest displeasure on her face, raised her head, and drank the red wine in her glass. Then he abruptly stood up and slapped a black revolver on the table.

"Rude."

Snorted lightly, took back the utensils for making a cup of coffee on the table, the white-haired Lori jumped on the chair, and also slapped a small revolver on the table, looked at the blonde royal sister, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "What do you want to do, draw the line, I will follow." ”