Mr. Carter was upset, and from the moment he was taunted by that strange robot, he had seen everything unpleasantly. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info He walked out of the alley with angry steps, almost passing by Blackburn who was hiding in the cracks of the alleyway, but he didn't notice the other party so close to him because of his anger. He spat on the ground at the entrance of the alley, waiting for the gang to arrive.

Blackburn's heart was in his throat, and he could even hear his own heavy breathing—it was from the nervousness. He had expected that his failure to get out of the alley in time would make Warhammer's plan fail, but he didn't expect Mr. Carter to care so much about something strange that he would lose his alertness for a moment. Yes, he cares a lot about what others say, because he knows what dirty things he has done.

Warhammer lowered his body and quietly moved a few steps in the direction of the alley. His riveted mask looked a little eerie in the darkness, and Blackburn was sure he saw a faint glow on the Warhammer's mask—where his eyes were, and he didn't remember that the Warhammer's mask could glow. It was like a signal, and after that slight flash of light, Mr. Carter began to walk out into the street.

Blackburn poked out half of his head as he had done before, observing the movement on the road. The gangsters had arrived, and Mr. Carter had a composed-yes, he didn't like the gangs now. He seemed ready to scold anyone who came his way in front of him, and perhaps spit in their faces, in order to restore his dignity from the merciless blows he had suffered by humiliating others.

Warhammer made his way to the alley in a few quick steps, his body pressed against the wall, one hand on Blackburn's shoulder, trying to stick his head out. His actions annoyed Blackburn a little, as the guy could have switched positions with him at all. But he didn't want to do that, Blake thought, Warhammer must have a shameless expression on his face, and when he asked, he would definitely answer himself in a tone that would make him want to beat him up: "You're a perfect shield, little Eugene." ”

"Guess how the lovely Mr. Carter would talk to those gangsters?" Warhammer asked in a whisper as he retracted his head, his tone anticipatory.

"You made that guy go on a thunderous rampage, I think he must be in a terrible mood right now, and this deal is not going to be very pleasant. Blackburn replied.

"That's exactly what I want to see, and the show is about to happen. Warhammer poked its head out again.

Mr. Carter stood still, arms folded, and looked at the mob with a cloudy expression—they slowly stopped, and the smell of alcohol almost rushed at Carter, their leader at the head of the group, with a malicious smile. "Mr. Carter, I hope our deal goes smoothly tonight. The gang leader was the first to speak.

"Hmph, don't pretend, Booz. I know, you've always been unhappy with those shipments. Why, can't they meet your requirements?" Mr. Carter said with a complete sense of displeasure, and he looked like he was going to scold the gang leader in the next second.

Butz was a little surprised, "Oh, what's wrong with you, Mr. Carter? I've never been unhappy with those shipments. ”

"I know, you cunning bastard. Carter gestured to Buzz. "Your men always make trouble every time they come to my tavern, and I have reason to believe that you are unhappy with me. So, you don't beat around the bush. ”

Bouz lowered his head, and then his shoulders twitched, and he laughed, loud, presumptuous. "Hahaha! Mr. Carter, you're really joking. Do you expect to see the elegance of the nobles in the gangster thugs? This is the backstreet of Huttonmar, a place forsaken by the gods, a paradise for fanatics, not a castle for nobles!"

"Flamboyant, I don't believe you!" Carter spat on the ground, but it wasn't an effective protest in Booz's eyes, and it wasn't even an insult, because spitting was a common occurrence in Huttonmar's backstreets. Even in civilized places far from the backstreets, there will be people who spit on their disgruntled guys.

Bouz reached out and shook his index finger. "I don't think we're here to meet for some meaningless thing to quarrel with each other, do we?"

"Meaningless thing, tell me, is it right for the people who make trouble all day long to make trouble with your collaborators?" Carter growled.

Buzz's face sank, he already felt a trace of impatience. "Mr. Carter, I've given you many opportunities, and I hope you don't challenge my bottom line. Retract your irascible tone, and we can continue to work well together, and I'm sure it's good for both of us. He muttered, the hilt of a dagger in his hand. He seemed to be nonchalantly playing with the dagger, but you had no doubt that he was going to slit Carter's throat in the next second.

"You ...... thing," Carter said through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists, anger rising from his heart. What seems to be a smooth cooperation on the surface is actually full of many unstable factors, Carter doesn't like the gangsters' troublemaking style all day long, and the gangsters have always thought that Carter is a cowardly guy who cares about other people's evaluations.

"If you care too much about what others say, trust me, you'll soon be a rotting corpse in the backstreets. Rats and vultures will eat your flesh clean, and your bones may be recycled by some of the guys to make magical items. Which one do you think is better to work with us in peace of mind?" Booz sneered, asking Carter in a tough tone.

Carter was angry and unhappy, and his heart was so dark that he wanted to break Buzz to pieces. But at such a time, it is impossible for him not to recognize the situation, otherwise he would not have survived in the backstreets to this day. He held back the resentment in his heart and whispered. "Well, I'll continue to work with you. ”

"Wise decision, Mr. Carter. Buzz smiled and reinserted the dagger back into his belt. "So, let's talk about it, have you found a new "source"?"

Carter hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Found it, but you know, the current situation ......"

"I know what you're trying to say, the Order and the Duchy have noticed the disappearance of the goods, and they've launched an investigation into it. Buzz interrupted him, smiling and shaking his head. "Those guys will protect us, and we don't need hellish useless goods, but money. As you can see, with money, we can do pretty much whatever we want in this backstreet. Booz spread his hands as if he were hugging the entire continent.

"At the intersection of Hutton Marcy Street and Backstreet, a woman adopted many children. If you're interested, check it out. Carter said calmly, but there was a subtle glimmer of fierceness in his eyes. He knew that there were two clergy who would visit the woman regularly, as well as bring gifts to the children who had been adopted by the woman. He thought that maybe this was an opportunity to make Buzz and his men disappear completely. He clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth curled in a very small arc.