Meanwhile, neither Plando nor Sheen may have noticed that across the street from the area police station, a guy in a trench coat and bowler hat was standing by the side of a street lamp. He turned around silently, and soon mingled with the pedestrians, disappearing without a trace.

This person is Durin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, Godor was dead, and it was indeed a bit unexpected for him. In his opinion, it is difficult for a ruthless guy like Godol, who at the same time specializes in doing dirty work for the big guys, to have an accident. In the lower society, he used his cruelty and bloodshed to get everything done, and although the big people in the upper society looked down on him, they were also a little afraid of him, because he knew too many secrets that were not suitable for knowing.

For example, a female star who died last year was not too small, and the newspaper reported that the female star accidentally fell down a low slope when she was galloping on a horse, and was crushed by the mount under the seat a few times, and she couldn't die anymore. The report is actually very fair and there is no obvious favoritism, but it is not the scene of the first crime, the scene of the first crime should be the basement of a certain bigwig's manor, the female star couldn't bear the abuse and died there, and then Godor dealt with it.

It stands to reason that although everyone is the "old party", they also have different positions, and it is unlikely that they should use other people's subordinates to do this, after all, it is very likely that some of their secrets will be discovered by others. But this world is a little different from the world in Dulin's dream, the different social systems make the people here have different opinions, they think that one or two "dirty black hands" are enough, and if necessary, get rid of these two black hands, you can cut off all ties and keep all secrets.

Coupled with the influence of morals and values, even if they use Godol to do things for themselves, they don't need to think about what Godol will say, otherwise it is not them who will eliminate Godol, but Godol's own boss. Of course, no one will take the initiative to hurt Godol, although the values and morals are different, but one thing is the same, that is, the more powerful the person, the heavier the suspicion and suspicion. If someone killed Godol, what would others think?

Of course, it can also be interpreted as a "nest case", the entire city's ruling class is rotten, so they trample on the law unscrupulously while maintaining the law at all times.

Therefore, in Durin's opinion, no matter how much Godor does not enter the stream, he should not be wiped out so quickly. In Doolin's idea, Godor should go to prison for a while before dying suddenly due to some accident, as they had always done, was a bit too blunt.

But the goal is not too far off, at least Godor is dead, isn't it? Then Wood has no one to protect, and he can continue to run forward, and run along his path to the light!

The impact of Godol's death in the gang far outweighed the impact in society, and some advocated for Godol's revenge, surrounding the district police station, brandishing clubs and weapons, and clamoring for Godol's revenge. There are also those who advocate stabilizing the gang first and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate against Plando. No matter what kind of proposition they have, the starting point of their proposition is not selfless, and they all have their own ideas. Godol's death does not mean that the gang is finished, whoever can inherit Godol's position at this time will inherit everything from him.

As those bigwigs know, the tool is not easy to use, just change it.

With such prominence and power, and an upward pathway that every ambitious gang member could hope to get, the chaos began as a matter of course.

Quarrel.

Vituperate.

Hustling.

Fight!

Wood paced restlessly back and forth in the room, his hands rubbing together as if he had been hiding in a dark corner after his first killing, rubbing the dried blood on his hands in horror. From time to time, he looked up at the door where footsteps were heard, and quickly lowered his head.

He wanted to get out of here, he didn't want to be buried with this group of guys who were already crazy. When a proposal to besiege the district police station was met with some support, Wood realized something was wrong. Is the district police so easy to bully? Is Plando's cunning old dog so easy to offend? It's a smiling fox who can giggle on the surface, and when you turn around, he won't hesitate to stab him.

His career was over, but he didn't want to play with his life yet, and just as he decided to leave, there was a knock on the door.

Wood vigilantly and lightly lifted the vase with flowers on the table in his hand, there was water in the bottle, and he didn't pour it out, so that it could deepen the damage when he swung it. He stood by the door, not behind it, because a lot of times people like to bang on the door, and standing behind the door will only hurt.

"Who?"

He asked.

An unfamiliar voice came from outside the door, "You can't decide what to do yet, you're a friend of the boss, and we'd like to get some advice from you." ”

Wood didn't open the door, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to do right now, so I can't help you in any way." ”

"Alright then!", the voice was a little lost, followed by footsteps farther and farther away until they were inaudible.

Wood put down the vase in his hand, and had already made a decision in his heart, it would be too late if he didn't leave. He knew that these gang members were definitely not civilized people, let alone gentlemen. Since they noticed him, they would definitely come back to invite him, and then it would not be one or two people, but a group of people. Once they are "hostaged", it will be difficult to leave!

He changed his clothes, listened with his ear to the door for a long time, and when he made sure that no one was outside, he gently unscrewed the lock and opened the door. The hallway was empty, and the hall downstairs was filled with the noise of arguing. To this day, these gang members still don't know what to do, and Godol's "dictatorship" did help him greatly to rule the gang, but it also made the gang unable to function without him. Wood walked lightly around the stairs to the window on the second floor to the west, where there was a water pipe and ratts next to it, which could be climbed onto the lawn next to the manor, which was less than thirty meters away from the gate.

He climbed through the window and climbed down the vines and pipes, moving gently and carefully, until the pounding heart in his chest eased a little when he hit the ground. He patted the dust off his body, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked towards the door. There were a lot of people outside the gate, and there were a lot of cars, and these people had anxiety and hatred in their eyes, and they were at a loss for the future. Godol is a successful leader, but he is definitely not a qualified leader, which is why this place is what it is.

A person's outing did not alarm these gang members, and after the boss died, everyone had their own ideas, and they no longer cared about what others were doing or thinking, so there were disputes and disagreements.

Wood walked out with ease, and when he stood on the pavement again, he had a feeling of being out of the world, glanced back at Godol's lavish solemnity, shook his head gently, and walked forward with a smile on his face that he couldn't tell. Although he lost, he still had the money, and he could go to another place to live out his old age, and he was leaving Turnier, leaving Canleth, going to a new place, starting a new life.

A smile spread across his face until he heard someone say to him......

"Durinto, I greet you!"