When he returned to his temporarily hidden abode, he was immediately greeted by the Buddha. He knew that Durin had gone out today to deal with the threat that Godor had posed to them, and he was also very nervous, because the current townsfolk association was too inferior to Godor in terms of size and strength.

Gothor is different from Wood, Wood has been whitewashed, the so-called whitewashing is not only to completely erase some things in the past that cannot be known to most people, but also to strip some inappropriate things from the main body now, such as the many thugs he once had, many weapons, and some illegal businesses. He was like a tiger stripped of its claws and fangs, introduced into a cage by the adults, and then put a label on the outside of the cage that reads "Tycoon".

It does seem to be extremely imposing, everyone knows the tycoon Wood, but in fact, the real situation is only known to him. Whether it is to maintain his dignity or status, he cannot do anything that is detrimental to his status. He can't keep a large number of thugs, can't do some business that violates the rules of the game, and can't do it directly without saying a word like before. No matter what happens to him, he must follow the rules and follow the rules of the game.

So Durin didn't hesitate to deal with Wood.

He's going to deal with a tiger who has forgotten how to shred its prey with its claws and fangs, and is smiling in the jungle. What he has to deal with is just a gentleman who is limited by the rules of the big guys, and it is difficult for him to even resist.

As for Godol, he is not yet bound by the rules of the game, although he has been following this rule, he is not a tycoon in high society now, he is just a dirty gang leader. Whatever he did before he crossed that hurdle was acceptable to the people, and lo and behold, wasn't he exactly a gang leader, and wasn't what he was doing in line with his identity?

So Godol, Doolin, and Dover all felt that this was a very troublesome thing, and a townsfolk association that had just been formed by accident had to leave Turner and go to another city to start over, struggling to survive. Who wants to be driven out of their homes in this way, if they don't have to? If they can, who doesn't want to leave in style and go to the next bigger stage to pursue themselves?

"Well, is there anything that can be done?", Du Fo handed over a bottle of fruit wine that had just been opened. Durin waved his hand, he didn't drink, or he rarely drank when it wasn't necessary.

The windbreaker was hung on the hanger, the yellowed walls of the room were slightly dim, and there were some water stains on the walls and ceiling that had been left behind, and it was a temporary rented room, which was handled by someone else.

He sat on the sofa that had lost its elasticity, and his buttocks made an intimate contact with the plank under the cushion, and his ass almost bloomed without shock. He had his arms resting on the armrests and looked like he was lying in a bathtub. He stood up again, kicked hard at the couch, and walked back and forth a few steps before he looked at the apprehensive Buddha.

"Now there is a way to get close to the mayor's wife, Lady Vivian, as far as I know, the mayor has a mistress outside, but he still respects Lady Vivian's opinion, this is an opportunity. A few words from Lady Vivien would be more useful than anything outside. It's not easy to catch Lady Vivien, and you may need to sacrifice ......"

Before Durin finished speaking, Dover raised his hand to stop Durin from continuing, he raised the bottle and poured it violently, tore off his collar, took a deep puff of the cigarette that was only half left, and looked at Durin with slightly red eyes, "My father doesn't know where he went, maybe he died on the battlefield, or he may have pretended to be dead and ran away, my mother raised our brothers and sisters, and she has had a hard time these years." My younger siblings are still young and need to be taken care of. When I'm gone, remember what you said before, I don't ask you to really treat my family as your family, but you have to take care of them......"

"Remember to tell them I love them!"

"Tell me, what do you want me to do, do I want to assassinate someone, or do something else?"

Looking at Du Fo, who was slightly excited, Du Lin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed directly, laughing and feeling a little pain in his stomach. Dufo was almost stupid, and he looked at Durin directly, wondering if he had said something wrong.

It took a while for Durin to stop laughing, but when he saw the silly expression on Dufo's face, he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Actually...... It's not what you think!", in the lingua franca, the word sacrifice is essentially no different from the word death, if you add a little modification to the word, it will change from ordinary death to meaningful dedication, which is what everyone calls "sacrifice". Dührin was a little quick to ignore the modifier, making Dover think that he might have to pay with his life to impress Lady Vivien.

After Du Lin finished explaining, Du Buddha also laughed, he laughed for a while, rolled his eyes, and took another sip of wine, "I scared me to death, I thought I had to go to God, please use the words more accurately next time you speak, is it okay? I remember you went to cram school with me!"

Durin shrugged his shoulders, "I'm sorry, I admit my mistake, but you still have to 'sacrifice' it." ”

"I think it's much better now!", Du Fo rubbed his face, "at least there is no need for 'death'"

Immediately after Du Lin told Du Fo about the plan, Du Fo's face turned green, and his feelings were really sacrificial, and he actually asked him to cater to an old woman in her forties, and the muscles on his face stiffened, "Can you ...... Someone else?"

"Do you think there is any one of us who is more handsome and handsome than you?" and he spread his hand and asked himself, "Not at all, so in the end I can only leave this difficult task to you." And you're not at a loss, don't you find it exciting to play with a noble lady of high society with almost no consequences?", he leaned over to Du Buddha and put his arm around his shoulders, in a very ...... "Think about it, you and the mayor will become cousins, how face-saving is this?"

"If you think I'll feel better if you say that, then your plan has failed!", Dover lit another cigarette and inhaled with his head down, and Durin did not interfere with his thoughts. After a while, he jerked his head up and slammed the cigarette butt to the ground, "I agreed, damn it, I hated you and your plans, but I agreed on my horse!"