A butter candle as thick as a baby's arm burned, and the candlelight reflected the golden mouse's sallow face, and the small eyes with single eyelids were squinted, as if they had not yet adapted to the sudden light.

It's a secret basement, located in a nondescript alley in the Dragon's business district, under a thick moldy wooden plank in a shabby rental hut. Golini had spent most of the past week, hiding under the nose of that terrible foe, afraid to show his face or reluctant to leave.

He lived forty-four years and had never been a shrunken turtle like he is now. Even in his hometown of Carmon, he came and went with pride when he was wanted by the Silver Knights of Silivia. But it was in his hometown, he knew every nook and cranny, every inch of land, and he had many companions hiding in the shadows. In the dragon it is the complete opposite. This large and noisy city was still a strange place to him, he was familiar with every street and alley in the dock area, most of the shops on both sides of Julong Avenue he visited, and he even sneaked into Temple Street and peeked into the private homes of dignitaries. But he never entered the courtyards of the Iron Fist Temple, nor did he break into the palace. These two places are the heart of the city today.

The seductive flower snake of the Golden Needle Society said that there are two places in their organization that are difficult to touch. The Iron Fist Temple and the royal palace have now become a heavy boulder that weighs on his heart, teaching him to breathe. He watched his companions die tragically at the hands of the monks of the Iron Fist Temple, but there was nothing he could do. And he knew very little about the enemy. In the future, when faced with the inquiry of Dranos, if he had a future, he could not answer a single reason.

Luckily for his misfortune, he recognized the lewd, mysterious man in front of him, who looked like a thief, informer, reseller of information, and outright wall-to-wall grass of the Magano Rat Man. He doesn't like the Golden Mouse because he doesn't know him. He never liked anything he didn't know and couldn't understand. This rat has too many secrets to hide, but you'd be hard-pressed to get more unless he speaks up. However, the luck of this is that the mouse's mouth did not close to him, and provided him with a lot of information, and now the information brought by the mouse is of particular concern to him. He waited in this narrow space of ten feet long and narrow in the air, and the golden mouse was his eyes, his ears, and his feet, and could move to most parts of the city to see and hear for him, and then come back to tell him.

If you talk enough, maybe I don't hate you that much. Golini thought to himself.

"You don't have to make it so dark, I've got enough butter candles and fire breakers for you. There's no need to be in a daze in a dark place. It's so pitch black, I thought you took off your pants and played games with your dick. The golden mouse smiled obscenely, stretched out his free hand, which was held in a circle, and shook it up and down. The voice is ugly, the action is obscene, and it is disgusting.

"It doesn't make a difference whether you light a candle or not, that doesn't mean light. Candles only make me see nasty things, I'd rather be dark. He gazed at the tiny folds and pitholes in the golden mouse's face, which were made more apparent by the candlelight. He didn't get angry at the other party's lewd jokes, and he got used to it after listening to it too much.

"Hey, my face isn't flattering, but my mouth isn't. The golden mouse put the candle on the low table at his hand, and sat down cross-legged, where there were no chairs, blankets were spread on the floor, and old furs were everywhere. "I know, man, you hate and love my big mouth, but more than that, it's love. ”

That's right, unless you're going to suck with your big mouth. If you're going to do that, I'll stick you on the wall and punch you again, as thin as a piece of paper.

"Your big mouth will just say: Wait, it's going to be soon. I'm tired of hearing that. Is it any different today?"

The golden mouse crossed his hands on his chest, and the sleeves of his linen coat were smeared, as if he had rolled in a puddle of mud, and his body was not much better. He can dress brightly, but he always dresses himself up like this, as if he wants to make himself look like his name.

It's like a mouse, but you can't see where it's gold. Unless he speaks.

Some news is worth a thousand dollars and is not easy to get. But it usually depends on who you are, and the value of the message is different for different people. If it was the secret of the Iron Fist Temple, Delanus in Camon would also be interested, but if it was the Rich Chamber of Commerce, no one would care about the entire Lost Forest.

"What do you want to hear?" asked the Golden Mouse, looking well prepared. "Or rather, where do you want me to start?"

"Whatever you want. The mouth is yours. "He doesn't care where he starts, he just cares about what he hears.

The golden mouse protested dissatisfiedly: "Cooperate with me, man, it's so unpleasant." You have to know that storytelling needs to create a good atmosphere, and you can't always be so casual and don't care, because I'm trying to get the news for you. ”

"Okay, let's start with your favorite part. "Even if your favorite is peaches. "If it's a woman's peach, you can blow it up with me, I have time anyway. ”

"That's right. Peaches, oh, I love peaches. You know, man, I've been busy these days, I haven't touched a woman, and I'm hard when I hear you. The golden mouse grinned, stretched out his two hands, and repeated the action in a circle.

"Well, I can't let my guy down, his eyes tell me that if I don't say anything more, he'll rip off my pants and stab me hard. And I hate others *mine* the most. Especially in such a dark, damp basement, I'm going to be * dead, and no one knows. The Golden Rat leaned his back against the low table and sighed comfortably, "My stories are usually sold for money, and today is an exception for you, man, and you'll want to repay me." I'm looking forward to it. ”

Maybe you'll expect me to beat you to death.

"I'll have to start with your least favorite part, or you'll kick me out before you can hear me finish this long story. The golden mouse propped his elbows on the low table and straightened his legs to make himself as comfortable as possible. "Man, do you know how that bald fox from the Abundance Chamber of Commerce made his fortune?"

I don't know. The Rich Chamber of Commerce had a great reputation even on the other side of the Inchiramo Mountains, and in fact their business traveled far and wide to wherever the ships could reach. But he has little interest in Yi Fei, and his bald head has nothing to do with this matter. "I'm not going to tell you how much I want to know. ”

"Exactly, man. The golden mouse snapped his fingers, a satisfied smile on his face, and a smile clouded by the candlelight. "It's a complicated matter, and it starts with the previous president of the Golden Needle Society. The previous president of this association was called 'Black Tiger', and no one seems to know what his real name is, anyway, none of us who joined the association later know. That's the less important part, hehe, but I'm going to talk about the slightly more important part right away. The Black Tiger President died at a drinking feast. This is what happened during the canonization of a certain criminal cabinet, let me calculate, it is the predecessor of Zheng Kuan's predecessor. At that time, the external identity of the Black Tiger President was a spice merchant, doing business in the business district, and his true identity was not known, but the pawn learned the secret of the Black Tiger President, so he lured him to Miaotang Street under the pretext of a banquet, and then killed him on the spot during the banquet. Alas, our old president, what a miserable death. After that, the secret that the Black Tiger was the president of the Golden Needle Society was made public, and this pawn was also richly rewarded by the Dragon Monarch Long Shaode at that time for his great achievements. But man, you must know that after all, we are the Golden Needle Society, not a temporary robbery gang on a street corner, and we will definitely avenge this kind of revenge, even if the other party is a cabinet member. ”

The mouse was pulled from the fox to the tiger, and Golini did not understand what medicine was sold in his gourd. But he couldn't interrupt, so he had to listen patiently.

"Finally, the opportunity came, and on the way back to his hometown, the acting president set up an ambush and attacked him, avenging the president of the Black Tiger. At that time, we did not have a formal president, because the election of the president was a very cumbersome process, and it could not be completed for a while, so we had to elect the vice president at that time to act as the interim president. At that time, the current leader, Scarface, was only a small leader in the guild, and he wanted to take over, but he lacked a good opportunity. It was at that time that I passed the test of the Mystery Lock Tavern, and he took a look at it, and together we tried to get rid of the acting president. Through multiple investigations, we found that the acting president had a secret connection with a major partner of the Abundance Chamber of Commerce...... I forgot to tell you that President Black Tiger also had an identity before his death, and he was one of the partners of the Abundance Chamber of Commerce. We searched for it and eventually found out that the death of the Black Tiger Chairman had a lot to do with the acting president, and he leaked the Black Tiger's secret to the main partner, and finally the Black Tiger was targeted by the Criminal Court until he was killed. We have some evidence, we'll make it public in due course, and then we'll ...... As you can imagine, there is an infighting in the guild, two factions are fighting, and there is always a result in a life-and-death struggle, that is: Scarface and I survived, and we became the winners and took over the power of the guild. At the same time, we also got rid of the partners of the Rich Chamber of Commerce who leaked secrets to the Torture Pavilion, killing two birds with one stone, the old president's revenge has been avenged, and Scarface's prestige in the guild has reached its peak, and naturally, he has become the new president. No one in the Golden Needle Society today would recognize the qualifications of the Acting President, and no one would even mention him. ”

A gang story. It's commonplace, it's familiar, whether it's in Xianglong or Eta, this kind of thing happens everywhere. The history of rise is always accompanied by blood and intrigue. However, Golini didn't expect that the Golden Mouse was a big contributor to Scarface's becoming the president. And now this hero is betraying his master. It's funny. But this story is not the point, the golden mouse said so much, it is to set the stage for the following things.

"This partner of the Rich Chamber of Commerce is a big man, the really rich kind, after his death, the property was obtained by the bald fox, who was originally just a staff member of this big man. You'll never know what clever methods he used, but Yi Fei has become a pivotal figure in the Abundance Chamber of Commerce. Soon, he used his funds and brilliant mind to expand the trade network of the Chamber of Commerce, extending his tentacles to the Brilliant Isles, the Eta Federation, and even surviving the Hurricane Ocean to reach the Land of the Hot Sun. Such a speed of expansion made him the de facto controller of the Rich Chamber of Commerce, and in the end, he eliminated the other partners and enjoyed the huge profits of the entire Chamber of Commerce alone. ”

"Wonderful. The bald fox is really not an ordinary person. Although it relies on intrigue and intrigue, he really has a genius in business. "But that's not the part he wants. "But there must be other great things about this strange man, or he wouldn't have anything to do with us. ”

"Man, you're in the play, I love this style. Let's see what happened next. The Golden Rat gave him a thumbs up. "Do you have any wine? I remember I left some here the day before yesterday. ”

"You're lucky, I haven't drunk it yet. Because I'm afraid you won't come today, I don't have any alcohol to drink, so I'll save on drinking, and there is one last bit left. Gollini fumbled through the short bottles, pulled out one of them, and placed it on the table.

The golden mouse uncorked the bottle, sniffed, and swallowed it in his mouth. "With the wine, we're getting closer to the * part of the story. Looking forward to it, man, this is something that no one else knows, and I guarantee that not many people in the entire royal capital know. ”

"Looking forward to it. "I can't wait, say it, or I'm going to put the night pot on your head and kick you out." "He really wanted to.

"Although Scarface and I have cooperated to do such a big thing, in the eyes of outsiders, he trusts me and is very close, but what the real situation is, outsiders don't know. The golden mouse was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and his spit was flying, as if he were a tavern bard, telling a strange story of adding oil and vinegar. "Actually, I don't even know what his name is, where he called him, who his parents are, he never says. Others thought he had jumped out of a rock, he was young, but he had no father or mother, and he didn't know where his hometown was. This is the biggest secret of the Golden Needle Society, and even I can't understand the answer. Until yesterday, it was all the same. ”

It seems to be close to the crucial part. Golini's curiosity was also aroused, and he adjusted his sitting position, leaned back against the wall, and looked at the golden mouse with interest, waiting for the story to continue,* to come. "Come on, I can't help but give a reward for such a good story. "He's telling the truth. It's quite generous to reward this mouse with two coppers.