"Stop!"

The man who stopped at the intersection was dressed in a sophisticated woolen jacket, and on his forearm with the cuffs rolled up, there was a striking tattoo of the "choking hand".

I saw him look up and down this "lucky man" with contempt in his eyes, and asked, "You are the new centurion promoted by Miss Lothar herself?" ”

"Yes, it's me."

The man looked Lothar up and down, as if he thought that this little white face looked like a girl, and the temperament on his body was not a powerful character at first glance, so he couldn't help but sneer.

Heart, Miss Valentina thought that she took a fancy to this point to promote such an infamous marginal corner?

"The boss told you to come over."

Lothar frowned, "What's the matter?" ”

"Last night, you used Turin's intelligence network without permission, right?"

He was referring to the fact that Lothar used the intelligence network last night to find Elermer, which was actually not a big deal at all, after all, Elermer also lived in the family property, and he asked if he said hello, and there was no intelligence network.

Lothar laughed a little: "I'm just looking for my own people, and I have to get permission from your boss?" ”

"Of course, although you have been promoted to centurion, the young lady has not given you any specific position." The man sneered and said, "Come with me, as a newcomer, you have to understand the rules, and Lord Ramdo is the person in charge of Turin." ”

Lothar frowned, "Did you forget something?" ”

"What?"

"Salute me."

Lothar said in a calm tone.

"You..."

The man sneered, and was about to make a mockery, but for some reason in his heart, he actually gave birth to a kind of creepy, as if there was a demon dragon entrenched in the bottomless abyss, staring at him from behind with a pair of golden eyes.

He swallowed, sweat, and before he knew it, his shirt was wet.

Lothar's eyes stared at him, and in a trance, they actually coincided with the imaginary demon dragon.

He hurriedly took off his hat, held it in the palm of his hand, and humbly lowered his head: "Hundred... Master centurion, please come with me. ”

Lothar chuckled, and the originally icy and frozen atmosphere melted away in an instant.

"That's right, I don't like people who don't know how to be polite, I don't need you to lead the way, I still know where the main stronghold of Turin is, let your head wait for peace, I'll go over later."

"Yes, sir."

The man who watched Lothar leave felt as if he had just been fished out of the bathtub, and his face was full of happiness for the rest of his life.

"This guy... Is it Miss's secret weapon? It's horrible! ”

"No, I have to remind the leader, this guy is not a little white face."

The man hurried away.

...

When Lothar arrived at the Mistletoe estate, Saluzzo's head in Turin was talking to a well-dressed gentleman, smoking a brown pipe with an upside-down pine tower, and a newsboy hat, reclining in a leather chair with an elegant demeanor, and only glanced at Lothar's arrival, and then retracted it.

The well-dressed gentleman glanced at Lothar and asked with a smile, "Do you have guests?" ”

The person in charge smiled and said, "Mr. Councillor, please continue our conversation. ”

Lothar nodded quietly, and said to herself: "It seems that I came unfortunately, since you are busy, I will not bother, it just so happens that I still have to track down the attacker, so I have to wait for my free time to come to visit." ”

He thought that this narrow-minded person in charge, after being reminded by his subordinates, would be a little smarter and not think of himself as a competitor.

He was just a passerby, and he wouldn't stay at Saluzzo's house for long, and he didn't have much power or motivation to climb up, so he didn't conflict with the other party at all, but now that he thought about it, the other party definitely didn't recognize this.

The centurion's expression froze slightly, but he could only nod quietly.

The wolf clan has always been known for its unity, and there are internal infighting, but it is rarely known to outsiders, which is also an unspoken rule of the Apennine wolf clan, and it is impossible for him to leave the guests he is meeting with and get up to fight with Lothar.

So Lothar also has no fear.

If he really wants to fight, under normal combat power, he feels that he may not be the opponent of this guy who looks very dangerous.

"We'll give you your support, Mr. Councillor."

The councillor bowed humbly and said with a smile: "Then thank you Mr. Ramdo." ”

"Don't be so polite, we're our own people."

After sending off the councillor, Centurion Ramdo's face suddenly darkened: "Tell that Lothar to get me back, does he really think that he has been honored by the young lady, and it will be amazing?" This is Turin, not Saluzzo! ”

The subordinate next to him whispered: "Boss, I told you, this guy is not easy to mess with, his momentum is really terrifying, if there is a conflict with you head-on..."

Ramdo's face stiffened even more.

He hesitated for a moment, and in the end, he did not force his subordinates to go after Lothar.

He was really worried that the other party's stunned young man would fight with him in full view of everyone, in that case, no matter who wins or loses, his face will be swept away, and when the time comes, he will not be able to sit firmly in this position under his ass.

The general manager of a city, but the fat difference.

For example, the councillor, who was the white glove he pushed to the forefront, opened a number of textile factories and glass factories in Turin, and the two sides were mutually beneficial, and every year, they could bring him tens of thousands of gold louis.

...

In prison.

The judge, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, asked the prison guards, "The female prisoner I brought back yesterday didn't have an accident, right?" ”

"No, ma'am, it's business as usual."

The prison guard, who was extremely burly and made people wonder if he might have giant blood, bowed his head humbly: "Please come in." ”

"You're here."

The female gunman who was imprisoned looked at her with a relaxed expression.

"Did you get a good night's rest last night?"

"Well, it's good."

Miss Judge's face had a grim expression: "I thought that the people behind you would take advantage of the fact that no one paid attention to you last night and came to kill you." ”

"You're laughing, who's behind me?"

The female gunner asked with a look behind her back, feigned puzzlement.

"Do you know how many people will die if you provoke infighting between the two families?"

The corners of the female gunman's mouth curled slightly, and she was silent.

The prison guard on the side said coldly: "Miss Lavinia, your inquiry will not have any effect, to deal with this kind of die-hard who refuses to cooperate, she should be sentenced to serve, and after a set of procedures, I guarantee that she will explain everything." ”

Lavinia shook her head, "I've got my own way - you get out, Jaston, I'd like to talk to her alone." ”

"Well, Miss Lavinia, feel free to call me if there is anything."

The guards bent down and exited through the narrow corridor.

The footsteps faded away.

Lavinia spoke again: "Do you know that last year, there was a member of the family who shot and killed a textile factory owner who didn't pay protection money in the street, and later, they handed over the crime of a street thug in a slum. ”

The female gunner still didn't speak.

She knew how smart she was, and if she followed the other party's train of thought, she was likely to be deceived into revealing some important information.

"Later, he fought back in court - people say that he is a conscience discovery, but in fact, how can it be, that guy is a gangster who is trying to become famous and join the family, and his heart has been completely blackened, how can he have any conscience?"

"You're going to punish him?"

A hint of fear flashed in the eyes of the female gunman, she was actually very afraid of being punished, she was afraid of death, she was not a professional killer, she went to assassinate two ordinary horns, and she never thought that she might miss.

Lavinia whispered, "I've used a few small tricks. I've always felt guilty about this. I often ask myself if the process is worth it for the greater good, even if it is not so just. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Lavinia said indifferently: "I want you to tell the truth, if the conspiracy is not stopped, if you really succeed, the entire city may be scorched." ”

"It's not legal!"

The female gunman argued loudly, knowing that the woman in front of her was famous throughout Turin for her dedication to the law.

"In fact, it's perfectly legal."

"It may turn you into a soulless shell," she whispered, "but you'll be a good person, and it doesn't seem like bad compared to what you are now, right?" After all, the appeasement of evil is the trampling of justice. ”

"No, no, no kidding!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Lavinia's expression was calm, and she whispered, "Don't be nervous, it won't hurt." ”

The female gunner swallowed, and an extremely terrifying guess sprouted in her heart, and she couldn't believe it: "Could it be... Do you want to pull my soul out and torture it? ”