After a simple bandage, Ellis changed into a trench coat with a vertical collar and wore a bowled felt hat, and stood on the streets of Dongcheng District. Across the road is a beautiful manor house with artistic gardening and a sense of style, and it's hard to imagine that this is the lair of a gang leader. It probably belonged to some tycoon, or some big man, rather than the leader of a gang that roamed the fringes of gray and black.

The gates of the manor had been smashed, and a couple of guys were standing on the edge of a blood-stained, wrecked car. This kind of car, which costs thousands of dollars a piece, even if it is damaged, is of a higher grade than the carriage, at least it can make people feel that the person sitting in the car can use Yao Jing as a consumable.

Just like a lot of life is actually a little poor, but the girls who have bought a lot of master craft decorations, whether they are easy to use or not, whether they are suitable or not is not a problem, the problem is that they need to prove to the people around them that they can afford to consume such goods.

People are always unconsciously trying to raise their social class and grade as much as possible, even if they tighten their belts for this.

Young Ellith may not have had this distress yet, because his mind was not "progressive" enough to understand the deeper meaning, and his attention was focused on the car, which belonged to Wood.

There are no traffic police in Turnell City, one is that the city address is too remote, the economy is underdeveloped, and there are many more horse-drawn carriages than cars on the road. Secondly, the city is a little bigger, and the road planning also adopts a grid method, so there is no need to direct traffic at all. So up to now, the cars driving in Turnier City have no license plates.

I've heard that Ordo and other big cities have introduced license plates, but not yet. There are two tricks on how to tell who a car belongs to.

The first is to look at the lights, and the second is to look at the markings.

In order to save costs, the capitalists still use kerosene lamps in the lamps of many "high-end" cars, that is, the kind of kerosene lamps with iron wires on the outside and a glass cover on the inside, and a flame in the cover. Most of the people who buy cars are wealthy people, so the first thing they do when they get a car is to modify it. By driving a belt with the help of the engine gear set, it can be lit up with higher brightness after starting, which is the common pursuit of all car owners.

For these car owners who are willing to spend 200 yuan to buy a pair of lights, spending another 200 yuan to customize a lamp frame with special meaning or shape for their own lights is also very in line with their consumption psychology.

The second differentiator is the marking.

There is no license plate system in place in the Turner City area, so if you want to know who is sitting in the car that flashes out the window, there are markings to distinguish it from the lights that are sometimes invisible. Each person's mark has some graphic composition that fits their own characteristics or has a special meaning. The Mayor's mark is a sterling silver angel with outstretched arms, while Mr. Councilor's mark is a compass made of pure gold.

Wood's mark is easy to distinguish, highly discernible, and is a stump with pinched gold wire.

And this car, just across the road not far from Aerris. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, some of which were caused by the loss of blood after the injury, and the lack of sweat in his body after a long walk. Others, because of worry, because the man who lived in the manor opposite was called Godor.

Godor was very famous in Turnaire City, and although he did not have much notoriety, everyone was afraid of him. If Wood had commissioned a Godol......

Ellis didn't dare to think about it, he let his companions watch him at the door, and he immediately returned to Queen Street, he needed to tell Durin the whole thing.

On the other side, Du Buddha led the three of them into the Maixiang Garden. In fact, according to the rules of the Maixiang Garden, a guy like Dover is not qualified to enter. But they drove the car that Wood's gang had brought, and the doorman knew the car, so he let them in.

The car slowly stopped about thirty meters outside Wood's villa, and through the front windshield, Dover saw two guys in overcoats leaning against the wall outside the villa door, smoking cigarettes. Within the courtyard walls of low shrubs and iron fences, three people gathered together to talk and laugh. There was also a guy standing on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, constantly walking around, scanning the entire villa back and forth.

As for the interior of the villa, I'm sorry, he doesn't have the abilities that the priests say, he can't see through it! But from the outside, it looks like Graff didn't come here, which makes Dover a little strange. With Graff's brainless, muscular bastard personality, there's no way he wouldn't come, or rather...... He knew where his family was being held, so he broke away from the plan and ran to rescue his family?

Where will it be?

He thought about it, not sure, the devil knew where Wood was hiding. He's done his best to come here, and the rest has nothing to do with him. In fact, within the association, there is a very special emotion, which is mainly aimed at Graf.

It's not that people don't like him, but it's always a little abrupt to suddenly have an adult in a group of teenagers, and it's also an adult like a bear.

Even with a normal view of Graff, there is something strange about it. Especially after he left without permission this time, ruining all of Doolin's plans and arrangements, he could already feel a subtle change in everyone's attitude towards Graff.

He felt that he might need to talk to Doolin about it.

Before Dover could open the door to Doolin's office, he saw Graff, whose clothes were red with blood, crouched on the ground with his head down.

Durin, on the other hand, stood by the window.

Durin heard the door open, glanced over to him, and said nothing. Dover walked in with a light step, closed the door, and stood silently.

"Six people!"

Durin's voice was not loud, just like the tone of his usual voice, but Dover could feel the volcano that was about to erupt hidden under Doolin's calm tone! He shrunk his neck and lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, because in Durin's body, he suddenly felt an aura that he had not been aware of before, a ...... Let him feel the suppressed momentum.

"Six people have died, Mr. Graff, do you know what it feels like to have six guys who can talk and laugh with you on a regular basis put together neatly stacked?", Durin sneered, tapping the knuckles of his fingers on the table, then pointing at Graff, "I think it's ridiculous!"