The next day, March 3

In the area of the southern city near the slums, in a nondecent, dark and damp run-down tavern.

The tavern was small, barely holding twelve small round tables, but in a place like the slums, it was a large industry.

Near noon, a plainly dressed young man with a grim face pushed the door open, and he seemed to be a regular customer of the place, and walked to the bar very skillfully and greeted the bartender:

"Gin, two glasses, don't add water to them, your wine here is as light as cow urine."

The bartender glanced at the dagger on the young man's waist and the callus on the tiger's mouth, and knew that this must be another gangster licking blood at the tip of a knife, so he quickly poured two glasses of gin and handed them over with a sneer.

The young man took the glass, glanced back at the crowded and overcrowded tavern, frowned and scolded:

"Holy, when did your business here go so well, why are there so many people today."

The bartender lowered his head and wiped the table, as if he didn't want to get too involved with a gangster, but replied casually:

"It's also strange that there are usually so many people on festivals."

The young man didn't say much, waited for a while, and then sat down at a round table in the corner, crossed Erlang's legs and began to wait.

Anyone who looks at him will think that this is a young gangster who is mixed in the underground world, but they would not have thought that this young man is actually the president of the student association in the Paris Military Academy.

...

It didn't take long for another powerful and majestic man to walk into the tavern.

Like Faure, the battered saber around his waist and the scars all over his body send a message to those around him that this is a thug licking blood from the tip of a knife.

The bartender behind the bar seemed to recognize this big man, and the muscles of his whole body instantly tensed, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The big man saw Chairman Fuer in the corner at a glance, and sat down with a cruel smile:

"It's been a long time, little Fuer, how is school life?"

Chairman Fuer's expression was very indifferent, and he didn't seem to want to pay too much attention to this big man, so he responded coldly:

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Why doesn't it matter to me, I'm your boss, and you have a stake in the future of our entire gang, little Fuer."

The big man squinted his eyes and chuckled:

"I spent a lot of money on sending you to the military academy in the first place, and it cost more than six thousand livres just to make a connection."

This big man is also a little famous in the underground world of Paris, relying on a brutal force and the courage to not fear life and death, he has single-handedly established his own gang and power in Paris.

It's just that as time slowly passes, the big man also realizes that the development of the gang has entered a bottleneck.

On the underworld, no gang, no matter how it develops, has little hope of surpassing the cloud that hangs over them—the grey squirrels of the sewers ruled by the King of Beggars.

After all, most of the people who live in the sewers are outlaws, and after several generations of beggars' kings rule and jurisdiction, the entire sewers are like a disciplined underground kingdom.

While the King of the Beggars is still vulnerable to the regular army, the Squirrels of the Sewers are no match for their loose little gangs.

Since there was little hope for further progress in the underworld, the big man made a decision that he thought was far-sighted: to go to the ground.

For this reason, he deliberately spent a lot of money to send a well-qualified teenager in the gang, Faure, to the Paris Military Academy.

In his plan, if Faure can enter the police force or the city defense force and become a high-ranking officer after graduation, then the whole gang will definitely benefit immensely from this level of internal and external connection.

Although this plan took a long time, it was already a compromise compared to spending a huge amount of money to directly buy the high-ranking officers of the two major units, after all, begging

The king of beggars may not be able to take such a bribe.

And even if it is taken out, it does not necessarily guarantee that the bribe-taker will do things for them sincerely, so it is more secure to let a real person of his own enter the top of the two major forces.

"Price, huh."

Chairman Faure snorted dissatisfiedly:

"I'm afraid the benefits I've received from me in the past few years have long outweighed the cost."

Others may not understand, but Chairman Faure himself knows very well that the benefits he obtained by using his power and corruption in the student association will not all go into his pocket.

For example, 60% of Chairman Faure's bursary this year will be given to the administrative officials in the military academy in exchange for turning a blind eye and allowing them to maintain the authority of the association.

Twenty percent is to be distributed to the major members of the student association, so as to ensure that Faure, the chairman of the student association, sits safely.

In the last two percent, the majority of the head will be handed over to the outside gangs, and the final one in the hands of Chairman Faure will be less than one percent.

Although it was still a very substantial fortune, Chairman Faure was extremely unhappy with the gang's restraints.

"Hahaha, don't worry so much, little Fuer."

The big man laughed heartily, of course he knew that the benefits he had received from Faure had exceeded the cost of sending him to the Paris Military Academy in the first place, so he changed the topic and said:

"Don't forget how much the gang has helped you, like this time, it's not like I'm going to wipe your ass again."

Dahan also saw Chairman Faure's dissatisfaction, but he was not worried at all, after all, over the years, all the evidence that Chairman Faure had conveyed to the gang's interests had been preserved by him.

If Faure wants to get rid of the gang and go to the military in the future, this evidence is enough to get him court-martialed.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense." Chairman Faure said fiercely:

"This time it's a newborn cub, a thing that doesn't know what to do, I've investigated, it's a poor ghost from out of town; I've asked him to come here, and I'll just get rid of it in a moment."

"Civilians from out of town? The most relaxed kind of people, it's really boring." The big man shrugged his shoulders in boredom.

In Chairman Faure's strategy, if a nobleman or a commoner student with a background has a conflict with him, then he will take the initiative to lower his profile and seek peace and woo, and strive to absorb the other party into the group of the student association, rather than being stupid enough to use gang forces to solve the problem.

As for a helpless fool like Charles, Chairman Faure will not hesitate to turn him into a nameless rotting corpse in the gutter, and use the authority of the Student Federation to fake it as a voluntary dropout and disappearance in the military academy.

Although there have been many terrifying rumors about the president of the student federation in the school, Faure was still able to survive without evidence, not to mention that he was also involved with many administrative officials in military schools.

Chairman Faure also didn't feel much about this programmed treatment, and calmly took a sip of gin:

"I'll wait for that kid to come over now, but..."

Halfway through speaking, Chairman Faure turned his head to scan the tavern's overcrowded customers, vaguely feeling something strange.

The tavern was full of drinkers, but the atmosphere was much quieter than usual.

Most of the drinkers just lowered their heads and snorted their glasses without saying a word, no one made a loud noise, no one gambled, and the tavern was as quiet as a library, and even the few drinkers who were chatting seemed to lower their voices because of the atmosphere.

"Why are there so many people here today?" asked Chairman Faure with a frown.

The big man didn't care, and laughed:

"The more people there are, the more business you have, and the more protection money you give us."

"Forget it, remember to stay away for a while, don't be discovered."

Chairman Faure sighed, and after a reminder, he didn't bother to deal with the big man.

...

About twenty minutes later, I arrived at Faure

At the time of the chairman's invitation on the note, Lawrence also pushed the door open and walked into the tavern.

As soon as Lawrence entered the door, the eyes of Chairman Faure and the big man in the corner locked on him.

The two had never met Lawrence, but it was clear from his age and temperament that he was out of step with the drinkers that this was the man they were waiting for.

"Mr. Polnaba, over here."

Chairman Faure did not get up, but greeted him with a blank face.

Lawrence sat opposite Faure with a smile, ignoring the big man next to him, and greeted with a polite smile:

"You're Mr. Faure, the president of the Student Association, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm not happy, Mr. Polnaba."

Chairman Faure seemed too lazy to spend too much time with a dying man, and cut to the chase with contempt:

"You should know exactly why I called you here."

"To be honest, I don't really know, Mr. Chairman." Lawrence propped his chin and asked lightly:

"If it's for that paperwork about financial aid, I don't think I'll have to go to great lengths to make an appointment here, right?"

Chairman Faure sneered disdainfully:

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me, if you just refuse to sign the paperwork, you still have the audacity to spread rumors about the student association in the military academy, and dare to refuse my offer of concessions, I can't turn a blind eye to such repeated provocations, Charles Polnaba!"

Lawrence's smile was a little playful, and he shook his head:

"So do I, Mr. President, and I can't turn a blind eye to your repeated attacks on my friends and my gang..."

"Enough Polnaba, don't waste time, I'll give you one last chance!"

Before the words fell, I saw Chairman Fuer's face instantly gloomy a little, and he slapped the table angrily and said coldly:

"Sign the paperwork, disband your poor little gang, resign as battalion commander, admit to everyone that you spread the rumors, and finally, kneel in front of the Federation headquarters all day to apologize, something like that..."

"Hahehe..." Lawrence couldn't help but cover his eyebrows and chuckled:

"Mr. President, I have negotiated with many people, but no one has ever offered me such conditions."

Hearing this, Chairman Faure's face was already gloomy and could drip water, only to see his right hand wipe his waist, and a cold light slapped on the table in the blink of an eye, it was a sharp dagger:

"Charles Polnaba, are you going to accept this condition?"

This movement attracted the attention of several drinkers, and the bartender behind the bar also looked at the blonde young man named Charles with embarrassment, if nothing else, there will be an extra corpse in the Seine tonight.

The big man frowned slightly and patted Fuer's shoulder:

"Forget it, I think this kid really doesn't know what to do, so don't talk in vain, hey, you, your name is Polnaba, right..."

The big man looked at Lawrence with a cruel smile and slowly stood up, his figure was as strong as a hill, giving people a deep sense of oppression:

"Since you don't think Fuer's conditions are satisfied, let's talk about it in another place, boy, come with me."

Lawrence was unmoved, shook his head with his hands on his chest and asked with a smile:

"What if I say no?"

"No? If you think anything is useful, just say it, anyway, it's useless to scream!"

The big man laughed even more arrogantly, and he put his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly, followed by a dense and hurried footsteps outside the tavern.

Almost in the blink of an eye, with a loud bang, four strong men in black slammed open the door of the tavern violently, and stood side by side behind the big man like hoplites.

Although the bartender was very distressed by the creaking wooden door, he didn't dare to say anything because of the big man's ***.

With the support of these subordinates who are as strong as oxen, the big man's smile is even bigger,

Speak boldly:

"Boy, don't force me to do it, come with us."

Chairman Faure also sneered, thinking that Polnaba was too frightened to stand up:

"Do you know what a gangster is, Mr. Polnaba?"

"I really don't know." Lawrence still smiled unmoved.

"***, I'm still hard-mouthed when I'm dying!"

As a bloodthirsty and manic gang leader, the big man couldn't stand this kind of provocation any longer, and flew up and kicked the wooden table in front of him five yards away, slamming it into a pile of wood chips on the wall:

"You guys, take this kid away!"

The four strong men stepped forward and surrounded Lawrence in the middle with murderous anger, and one of them reached out directly to Lawrence's neck, as if the eagle's talon was trying to tear apart the fragile neck of a swan.

And at this critical moment, I suddenly heard Lawrence squint and say:

"Oga Kumas, don't just watch."

The big man was stunned for a moment, and his face changed greatly, as if he had heard some kind of spell engraved into his mind:

"Oga ... Coomas? Wait!"

However, it was too late, and Chairman Faure only heard a rumbling noise behind him, and he turned his head in a daze, only to see that almost all the thirty or so drinkers in the tavern had lifted their tables and stood up, looking at him coldly, and did not hide the fierce glint in their eyes.

Before Chairman Faure and the big man could react, the nearest drinkers had already rushed over.

They cooperated very well, and almost instantly grabbed the four strong men beside Lawrence to the ground, and even the popping sound they made when they fell to the ground was at the same time.

Before the four could let out a scream, they saw several daggers shining with cold light against their necks.

"You are... You—"

The big man's voice grew lower and lower, and at last it almost became a kind of choked up.

Chairman Faure had not yet come to his senses, and his eyes were unfocused as he looked at Lawrence, who was sitting there, and the boy was curiously tasting the gin on the table as if nothing had happened.

In the crowd, a tall and thin man hidden under a burqa trench coat walked up to the bar, patted the bartender, who was also in a daze, and a few real drinkers, and said in a soft but undeniable voice:

"Gentlemen, please leave for a moment, the squirrels are on business."

The bartender's teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and he was even more frightened when he saw the big man:

"You... The people of the King of Beggars... I know, I'll go now, I'll go now."

Several unrelated people did not dare to stop for a moment, and ran out of the tavern in a hurry.

Then the tall and lanky man walked up to Lawrence, knelt down on one knee respectfully, and said:

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I was slow to react, so you weren't hurt, were you?"

"You! You! You're Oga Kumas, I've seen you!"

Before Lawrence could reply, the big man couldn't help but cry out in horror, and then his legs went limp, and he slammed his ass to the ground, muttering like an idiot:

"You're... Beggar... The king..."

Chairman Faure's mouth was completely closed, and his eyes were completely round.

The King of Beggars? That king of the Parisian underworld? Is it this thin man?

But why is he kneeling to Charles Polnaba?!

Oga Kumas frowned and glanced at the big man, nodded slightly, and his tone was flat and indifferent:

"Oh... It's a shame you're the one from the Leaky Kettle Gang."

The big man's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt that his heart had stopped beating for a full five seconds, and he didn't have to think about it to know what it meant.

Chairman Faure seemed to have only recovered a little, but his body also went limped uncontrollably and fell backwards until he knocked over three tables

：

"Charles Polnaba, what the hell are you...?!"

Lawrence then put down the strange-tasting inferior gin and slowly turned his head to look at Chairman Faure:

"Did you just ask me if I know about the gangsters, Mr. Chairman, I think I know something."