"You let him explain the reason, it's not a big deal to take a leave of absence." La Torre persuaded Thea on the side, wanting to expel Calais in the long run, which could not be solved by Thea's anger.

"Okay, then tell me, if your reasons don't satisfy me, then we can only forcibly terminate the contract."

Calais was also unhappy, but he didn't show it, and said truthfully to Thea: "I'm currently in Hildefa, and it will take two days to go back." ”

"Okay, two days, on September 2nd, you will contact me on time at 8 o'clock in the morning, otherwise you won't be used." Thea held back her anger and hung up the communication directly after speaking.

"Why did you stop me?" Thea looked at Latori with an unkind face.

"Didn't you say before, if I let him go, he will have to go."

"Yes, that's right, but you forget, we agreed on the premise that 'he interrupts your work or does something weird.'" La Torre argued.

"He's affecting my mood now, and if I'm in a bad mood, it's affecting my work!" Thea said angrily.

"Okay, he didn't do anything, why don't you just take a leave? Don't be angry, I'll treat you to something delicious in the evening. La Tor comforts an angry Thea and buys her with a big meal.

"Hmph." Although she was angry, as a good sister of La Tor, she was less relieved when she heard that there was a big meal to eat.

"Let's go, don't think about that guy, if he doesn't come in three days, fire him!" Rator waved his little fist and gestured twice.

"Yes, expel him!" The two of them share the same hatred.

Calais, who didn't know what to do on the other side, was now thinking about how to get to Tarakli.

Anti-gravity traffic is no longer possible, and girls without citizen ID can't ride, so they can only take the road.

The traffic on the highway is relatively round, and it will pass through more than a dozen cities along the way, and the speed is slow, so you will definitely not be able to get there. In addition, public transportation is regulated by the government, and it is impossible to ride without a citizen ID.

Black car! This is the only way.,Private vehicles will be less investigated.,Phased spot checks can also avoid girls without ID not being found.,But there is still a small risk.。 However, if there is a policy, there will naturally be countermeasures, and these people who are specifically responsible for the black car business will naturally be able to skillfully avoid the inspection period and smoothly send some black households to and fro in various places.

When the night faded and the sun rose, the harsh morning sun poured through the window into a corner of the room.

The fever has subsided, the sleeping girl wakes up slowly, the dazzling morning sun shines, the girl's eyes open a gap, try her best to adapt, and secretly observe the world around her.

The medicine is very easy to use, even if it is a high fever, it only takes a few hours to reduce the fever, but the girl's body is still tired.

"You're awake." The sound startled the girl, and Calais sat on the edge of the bed to practice, sensing the girl's awakening, and opened her eyes.

"Hmm." The girl responded timidly, feeling naked herself, she didn't know what Calais had done to him at night when he was unconscious.

"Your clothes are drying over there, I'll go buy breakfast." With that, Calais left the room.

Seeing that Calais was gone, the girl got out of the quilt, and it was a little cold in the morning, but the heating was turned on in the hotel, and even if she didn't wear anything, the girl could still feel warm.

Feeling that his body was weakened after his illness, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, and there was no pain in his private parts, and it seemed that Calais did nothing to him.

But then the girl was depressed, what did she ask for and expect from this? What will happen to her in the future when she can't go back to the slums? And what will Calais do to her? The confusion of the road ahead, the unknown of the future, the girl's heart is full of anxiety and fear.

One can only pray that Calais is not a very vicious person.

Recalling what happened last night, the girl remembered the scene when Calais picked her up, her face flushed slightly, and there was a hint of extravagant hope in her heart.

Putting on her clothes, the girl looked at the room curiously, she had never lived in such a good room, even if it was Brother Biao's house, it was much more shabby than this.

The whole room, except for the bed, was very tidy, and there were many machines that he couldn't understand placed all over the room, and the girl's eyes were full of curiosity, and she carefully touched these strange instruments.

Not long after, Calais came back from buying breakfast, and the portion was not much, just some white porridge and eggs.

"Eat, finish eating and get ready to leave."

"Hmm." The girl answered and ate her breakfast.

Unlike the slum food, these breakfasts may not taste good, but they are very exquisite, and the girl enjoys them very much, and eats them quickly.

"Aren't you going to eat?" When she came back to her senses, the girl found that she had eaten breakfast alone, and looked at Calais timidly, for fear of being beaten.

"No, you don't." Calais didn't have to eat, these white porridges were far inferior to the compressed food that was difficult to swallow to him, and it didn't matter if he ate them or not, but the girl obviously couldn't eat those, so he bought some stomach-nourishing white porridge for the girl.

"Let's go when we're done." With that, Calais left the room with the maiden.

The front desk checked out and Calais was ready to look for the black car.

The underground world, that is the place that Calais is familiar with, compared to the human society of the Federation, Calais, who walks in the dark, is familiar with all the rules and laws of the underground world, and the places that ordinary people can't find can be described as familiar to him.

Walking with the girl in the dim alleys, she was very frightened, and the surrounding environment seemed to return to the slums, but the surrounding houses were taller and stronger, covering the sky and the sun.

"Where are we going?" The girl asked uneasily.

"Go to Tarakli." The girl didn't know where it was, but seeing that Calais didn't speak, she didn't dare to say more.

Looking at this submissive girl, Calais sighed inwardly, hoping to reverse the girl's pessimistic personality in the future.

Walked deeper into the alley, which was a messy place, with bottles of wine flowing all over the place, and shops closed, apparently ending the night's revelry and ushering in a rare day break.

These are bars and dance halls, all of which are nightly entertainment, and in these deep places, there are often many unknown businesses, such as drugs, women, and arms.

For Calais, this is the gateway to the underworld.

There was a rough knock on the door of a small bar, and Calais didn't use much force, but a loud noise resounded through the area.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a scar on his face opened the door, still with dissatisfaction on his face.

"If you don't open it during the day, you know, if you don't want to die, go back." The man with the scar called out to Calais unceremoniously, and directly scared the girl behind him.

"Have a business, do you want to do it?" Calais doesn't talk nonsense and gets straight to the point.

"What?" The scar man's tone slowly changed, becoming full of vigilance, and he looked at Calais, as if he wanted to see through whether he was an undercover agent of the police.

There shouldn't be such a stupid undercover agent, the scar man thought so in his heart, looking at the girl behind Calais, a little colorful.

"I want to see your boss."

"I'm the boss, come in and talk about it." With that, the man with the scar walked towards the house.

Calais followed, and the girl stood a little bewildered, and finally gritted her teeth and followed Calais closely.

"Smack." The man lit the lighter, lit a cigarette, and handed Calais another one.

"Go to Tarrakli and make a price." Calais didn't take the cigarette that was handed over, he didn't smoke.

Hearing this, the scarred man understood that the two Calais should be black households.

"I can't get any customers over there, so I'll have to double the price." The man with the scar took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"One hundred thousand." Calais didn't want to talk nonsense and directly quoted the price.

Hearing this price, the man with the scar was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to think of something, and looked at Calais like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

But when he was about to speak, he felt a chill down his spine, his hair stood up, crawling with goosebumps, and a chill enveloped him, making his hand holding the cigarette tremble unconsciously.

"Okay, deal, when to go." The man with the scar immediately changed his words, and beads of sweat were already covering his forehead.

"For now, let's go."

"Come with me." The man with the scar consciously led the way.

The scar man's car is obviously very good, it is a high-chassis high-horsepower off-road, and there is a slightly older small bread on the side, which is obviously what he does.

"Get on the handlebars, man." The scar man greeted Calais warmly.

The two of them got into the car and drove all the way to the outskirts of Hildefa.

"Brother, how do you want to go?" The Scar Man's attitude has changed 180 degrees, and he asks about Calais's needs enthusiastically.

"The fastest, you can't be found, you know how to put it."

"Of course, no problem, I'm an expert, I'm the right person." The scar man confidently patted his chest like Calais and assured, and the two of them went all the way out of Hildefa and headed northwest.

"Brother, where are you a bastard, I haven't seen it." The scar man opened the lathe, smoked a cigarette, and asked Calais very casually, invisibly.

Calais didn't answer, but asked Scar Man a question.

"Who's in charge of the slums now?"

"Slums?" The scar man was stunned for a moment, and Calais asked a question, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Maurry." The scar man thought for a moment and replied, "I haven't changed it for more than ten years, and now the slums are quite peaceful, and nothing has happened." ”

The peace in the mouth of the scar man only refers to the absence of large-scale conflicts and the replacement of the boss.

"It's still him." Calais silently recited the name in his mind.

"Do you know who he is?"

"How do I know that?" The scar man smiled, didn't think about it, and replied directly.

"We usually have well water and no river water, so there is no contact or conflict with each other."

"But there are still rumors, and it should be the legendary Black Street Thirteen above Mori."

"Thirteen Black Street?" Calais questioned.

"Yes, it is the person in charge of the entire underground world of Hermstar, the thirteen largest cities in the entire Herm Star, each in charge of one, is called thirteen."

"Who are they?"

"Aren't you asking to embarrass me?" The man with the scar was helpless, and he didn't dare to scold this curious baby, nor did he answer it.

"All I know is one of Hildefa, his name is Tarnes, and he is in charge of the entire underworld, and no one dares to disobey his will."

"Tarnes." Calais muttered silently, remembering the name.

From the scar man's mouth, Calais gradually understood the composition of the entire underground world of Herm, and also had a general understanding of its strength.

The scar man also has everything to answer and has nothing to hide, anyway, Calais asked about some strength layout, and did not ask too much about some things that could not be said, which made the scar man breathe a sigh of relief.

The car sped for more than ten hours, the sun was still hanging overhead, and the road to the west was like a race against the setting sun.

On the way, without resting on the way, Calais bought some packaged food and handed it to the girl.

"Bear with me." Calais said to the girl.

"Hmm." The girl took the food and nodded obediently.

"Brother, do you want to take a break?" After driving for more than ten hours, the scar man will inevitably get tired and propose to Calais.

"Even if we're not tired, your girls need to take a break."

"No, keep going, you have to rest." Calais declined Scar's request.

Helplessly, the scar man could only continue to drive.

Driving manually for more than ten hours, even with the assistance system, it was still very tiring, and the scar man didn't dare to stop, so he had to regret why he didn't install an automatic driving device for the car.

Autonomous driving is very expensive, and it costs a lot of money for ordinary people to install it themselves, except for public transportation systems.

The sun had finally set, and the journey was halfway through, and the girl on the side was already asleep, her eyelashes beating, and she slept very comfortably.

"Take a break." Seeing that the scarred man's eyes were already a little wandering, Calais finally let him go.

Hearing this, the scar man was pardoned, found the nearest rest stop, and stopped to rest.

After eating and sleeping, Calais woke up the scar man and continued on his way.

Although he was very dissatisfied, but thinking of the bone-chilling cold, the scar man didn't dare to say anything, not to mention that he could still earn a lot of money for a trip of 100,000 yuan.

Working overtime, Scar Man finally arrived in Tarakli on the afternoon of September 1. Looking at the city on the other side of the horizon, with the colors rendered by the setting sun, the job is finally coming to an end.

Skillfully bypassing the checkpoint, he quietly drove into the city.

"Brother, where do you want to go, I'll give you a ride." At this moment, the scar man showed a hearty smile and asked Calais enthusiastically.

"Go to the Seventh Military Academy of the Federation." The scar man is so enthusiastic, Calais naturally won't refuse.

"Ahem." The scar man who was smoking listened to it and choked directly, a little overwhelmed.

"Brother, you're right." The relieved Scar Man asked Calais.

"Well, that's right, just send it to the door, you don't have to go in."

"Okay, okay." I can't see it, this thin young man is actually a person who is the size of the Seven Armies, no wonder he has that bone-chilling feeling, this is the breath that will only be revealed after I don't know how many people I killed, and Calais seems to be able to control it freely, unfathomable.

These scar men didn't dare to talk casually anymore and concentrated on driving.

An hour later, I came to the Freedom Campus of the Seventh Army University.

"Brother, go slowly." The enthusiastic Scar Man waved goodbye to the two Calais.