Blash leans back on a cushion made of soft animal fur, and his two legs in leather boots are folded on the coffee table in front of him.

"Buying the killer has cost us nearly a quarter of our liquid assets, Blash, and it can't go on like this."

Beside him, a man who couldn't tell his age was bitter. "Our daily income from paving is infinitely close to zero, can you serve a snack?"

"What's the matter?" Blash took a sip of the unknown liquor he had at hand, and mocked him instead. "As soon as Renault dies, we will have a monopoly on the leader of the underground black market blood trading chain, and we will be able to make a lot of money lying at home at that time."

The man next to him looked at him like a fool, but then, the man's fingers quietly rubbed the skin on the inside of his forearm a few times, and he stopped talking.

"I don't know when someone will be arranged at the slaughterhouse." Brash leaned back comfortably and looked back out the window at the unloaders on the dock on the other side. "Anyway, it's only been a few days, and I can't wait to see Renault's head hit the ground."

The man standing next to him rejected the wine glasses offered to him in the arena — they were meant to be consumed, like the wet towels on the table in the dining room — and he looked back at the bright light outside the window, his fingertips rubbing the black totem on his forearm, as if muttering to himself.

"I gave you a chance......" his lips opened and closed imperceptibly, "I gave you a chance, Blash, don't blame me, don't blame me......"

More than ten years ago, when a man was still a teenager in his youth, he was not what he is now.

His family likes to call him by his nickname, a very common name that can be answered by several different people at the market.

Tommy.

Of course, when his family fell due to the increasingly severe famine, the relatives who would call him by this name either starved to death or became a part of himself, and no one called this name anymore.

The fashionable and youthful Tommy took a while to accept the fact that he had gone from a small local lord to a starving man, and he regained his strength, because he was born in the upper class, so he deeply understood that in this world, working on his own ability almost symbolizes that from now on there will be no upper and lower meals.

So he resolutely entered the underground black market and began his career as a businessman from scratch.

He fought in the black arena for a period of time, ran errands for the younger brother of those big black merchants, and sold one of his kidneys and smoked two bones as collateral for usury when he was most helpless.

Later, by chance, he met Brash.

At that time, Brash was just a small merchant who started by reselling human organ transplants, and the biggest business he took over was to conduct human hybrid experiments on a lord on the earth with a penchant for curiosity. Like Tommy, he lived a life of poverty and looked at other people's faces, and later they set up a joint venture and rented a stall near an underground black market trading center.

In the past few years, they have accumulated from small businessmen who could once be looked down upon by anyone to the extent they are today. It's just that in recent years, the business of organ reselling has really been difficult to do, and not to mention the effort, the money earned after doing a ticket is even not as much as that of the circus people.

So Blash said, let's change the direction and do the blood trade.

Human blood trading is almost universally recognized as the easiest and most basic and convenient transaction chain for underground black businessmen, commonly known as as long as you have a hand. But the premise is that although it is easy to get started, if you want to really grab the lion's share of the cake under the noses of so many black businessmen underground, it depends on your personal ability.

Tom followed Bash from the organ trade to the chain of relationships, almost using up all the savings and connections he had built up over the years. Fortunately, after a few more years, they also fought their way out of many black businessmen.

When everything is in a steady state of escalation, it is almost logical to develop a mentality of "not happy with the status quo and wanting more".

There are only a few people who can really speak on the human blood transaction chain. One of them had a backstage, a merchant sent down from the side of the lord of the earth, and they couldn't move, so they hit Renault with the idea.

Renault alone accounted for fifty percent of the entire trading chain, and as long as he died, plus the resources that Brash had in hand so far, it would be impossible to control or even monopolize the entire human blood trading chain.

That day, Tom went to the slaughterhouse on the outskirts of the city and spent a lot of money to buy five black-robed killers.

Very few people can survive the combined attack of five black robes at one time, this is "common sense". Among all the black businessmen who know about the channel of buying the murder chain, no one knows how these "killers" are made to have such terrifying attack capabilities, they only know that these slaughterhouses also belong to the forces of Hengliang.

Therefore, no matter how much the underground forces hate and change, no one dares to touch the slaughterhouse and the people inside.

If you move these people, you are not able to get along with the "beam", and you are provoking Beelzebub.

After all, the underground black market is only underground, and it is "invisible" in the public sense. Among the bigwigs on each transaction chain, there are even a considerable number of people sent by the local authorities.

Black businessmen enjoyed a certain degree of official deafness, and since then they have completely lost the ability to dare to question authority.

Tom thought back to what he had encountered in the suburban slaughterhouse the day before, and his fingertips slid down the virus totem of his forearm hidden under his sleeve and closed his eyes.

While everything was happening, Brash, who was sitting in a soft chair and enjoying a good drink, didn't even have time to open his eyes to see what was happening.

The black merchant felt a dark shadow above his eyelids, followed by a rancid sour smell similar to that of food after it had been left for a long time.

Blash was startled and immediately dropped the cup and wanted to call Tom, but in the next second, he found that his companion, who had been with him for more than ten years, was standing behind the two uninvited guests, looking at him expressionlessly.

"You ......"

For a moment, compared to the horror that was close at hand, he was even more palpitating than the look on his companion's face at this moment. The next second, Blash barely came back to his senses, stiffened and walked around the five black-robed killers who surrounded him in the middle, and looked at the comer.

"Renault!"

He roared, "How dare you kill me? If something happens to me in this room today, my forces won't let you go! ”

Qiu Xuan was whispering something to Tom who was standing in the corner, snorting when she heard the words and turned around.

"Do you really think that after this point, those under your command will still be loyal to you, little fool." E-book house

Tom next to her looked at her with indescribable eyes.

Brash gasped, his bloodshot eyes swept over several people in the room. He took one last look at Tom and fixed his eyes of hatred on Qin Jiuyuan.

"Renault, don't I know about you yet." Having come to this point, it seemed that he also understood his ending in his heart, and Blash was surrounded by five black-robed people, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth. "It's okay, you can kill me. But I'm telling you, even if you kill me, you won't be able to take over my inheritance. ”

"Do you really think that I have been a fool for nothing for the past ten years?"

Brashton's eyes were red, and he said this in the midst of the increasingly approaching oppression of the black-robed killer around him. "As soon as I die, all the trading permissions I have signed before and in the future will be automatically invalidated! You can't get any of my property, including any of the underground black market transactions I have participated in, and all of them will be nullified! I won't give any of you any money! ”

Qin Jiuyuan sneered, "What does it have to do with me?" ”

“…… Are you still hard-mouthed here? ”

"I don't have to direct and act here." Qin Jiuyuan lowered his eyelids and glanced at Brash, who was already at the end of his crossbow, "Then I'll tell you too, I don't care about the poor trading network under your command at all, and I don't care about what side effects it will cause to the entire market." From the beginning, it was very simple, if you want to kill me, I will kill you first, that's all. ”

"You!"

"Actually, Blash." Suddenly, Tom, who had been standing silent, raised his hand and pulled out a piece of parchment from his bosom. "I'm sorry to tell you this now, but...... Since the year before, the top signatory of all transaction permits has signed my name. ”

"Soup ......"

"I understand you, Bull, and I'm the one who knows you best in the world." The man who couldn't tell his age took a few steps forward, as if he wasn't afraid of the five terrifying black-robed killers at all, and squatted down next to Brash's rocking chair.

"You're old." He said, "The world has changed, the world is moving so fast, I have to admit that you can't keep up with the pace anymore." Rest in peace, Bull, leave everything to me, and I'll go all the way with your wishes. ”

"You fart!"

Blash suddenly jumped up from the soft chair and grabbed him by the neck, not showing the way he had given up struggling and loving before. "What the are you talking about, I'm living so well, I need you traitor to say such things! Traitor! You're a traitor! I was so blind before! ”

After all, it was the same person who had fought in the black arena before, and Tom easily restrained his movements, and threw his hands towards several black-robed killers.

After doing all this, he looked back at Qiu Xuan and said, "Can I talk to you alone?" ”

"What is there to talk about alone?" Qin Jiuyuan's brows were furrowed so much that he could kill the flies, "Solve that stupid ...... Melon, the next one is you. ”

"I'll say a few words to him."

Qiu Xuan patted the back of his hand like a child, "Soon, I'll come out to find you after speaking." ”

The black marketeer looked at her and didn't speak.

After a while, as if he had gone through a series of psychological processes to convince himself, he raised his hand and brushed his extremely short hair irritably. "Got it, I'm waiting for you outside."

Saying that, as if he had eaten two catties of explosives, he didn't know what he was angry about, anyway, he was angry and left in a muffled voice, Qiu Xuan turned his head and looked at Tom, who was watching this scene thoughtfully.

"Don't be nosy." "Sometimes pretending not to see is a smart person's choice. ”

Soon, Tom smiled at her as if nothing had happened, and glanced back at Blash, who was shackled in the middle by the black-robed man, and his eyes were eager to eat his flesh.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Qiu Xuan laughed fiercely, "Stinky stupid, give the master death." ”

Brash: "??? You called me a little fool a few minutes ago? ”

Tom glanced at him, "Do you have to kill him?" Maybe there could be something else......"

"The person who wants him dead the most right now isn't me, nor Renault, is it?" Qiu Xuan regained her previous expression and looked at Tom very calmly. "Even if you hadn't met me in the slaughterhouse that day, and I hadn't planted a virus for you to threaten, you would still have killed Brash."

"I don't necessarily want him dead." Tom was silent for a moment, "I just don't think he's fit for this anymore, my original plan, when I take over completely, I'll carve out a piece of land on the ground for him to retire to." ”

"You don't want to."

Qiu Xuan picked up very quickly, "As long as Blash doesn't die for a day, you won't be able to completely take over the management of his property one day." Taking a step back, someone like you wouldn't allow a potential hidden danger to be placed around you that could be solved. ”

Tom fell silent completely, and he lowered his head to meet the man in front of him, and pursed his lips.

"But of course I don't care what you think." Qiu Xuan didn't see the other party's expression, and continued: "Actually, I originally thought that as long as Blash died, this matter would be over. But now, I don't know what you're trying to do by saying it yourself. ”

She pointed to the parchment in Tom's hand. "From now on, all of Brash's transaction chains will be transferred to you, so essentially, the situation has not changed at all. What if you also think that Renault has influenced your development and therefore follow the same path as Blash? You know, I might have a way to stop an assassination, but I can't stop the human mind. ”

"So now you can talk about your purpose." Qiu Xuan pointed out the traces of the Elpis virus that had been masked under Tom's sleeve and on his forearm. "What are you trying to do with this?"

Tom remained quiet and listened to everything she had to say, and then suddenly with a backhand wave, Blash, who was shackled among the black-robed men, fell down with wide eyes over his broken throat.

The man wiped the blade stained with the blood of his companion and looked up at Qiu Xuan.

"We can open up a 'new world' in another sense." He put it this way, "It's a very different world that belongs only underground. ”