Violet Club.

Aldrich ordered all members of the substitute to stay on duty to prevent any more runaways.

With the exception of Rex and Charlemagne, who were normally on duty underground, everyone else stayed in the library and archives.

Of course, old Dimon was a special one, and he was allowed to return to the Breeze Orphanage.

After a few chats with his new team-mate Thierry Henry and the lesser-known William, the quick-moving Fuhrman returned to the club.

There is no doubt about Fuhrman's ability to act and compete.

Following Aldrich's instructions, he quickly inquired from Svein about the gambling in the warehouse.

"Every Tuesday at eight o'clock in the evening, at 38 Wiaji Street in the docklands, which is where the gambling warehouse is located."

"Good." Aldridge raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, and after a moment of hesitation, he named Ademisor:

"You'll follow Fuhrman tomorrow night."

"Yes, Captain!"

After Max, there were no out-of-control players today, much to the relief of all the members of the substitute punishers, including Aldrich.

……

After dark on Tuesday night, Fuhrman and Ademisore arrived at Wiagell Street.

It is not a residential area, it is surrounded by warehouses, there are no gas lamps lit by the stars, and the hazy red moonlight is the only source of light.

Soon, the two came to a nondescript two-story building, and the mottled bronze plaque at the door read: 38.

"Don't mess around when you go in, just wait and see what happens." Fuhrman whispered to Ademisor, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: five minutes and eight o'clock.

He walked up the stairs and knocked softly on the door.

"Who?"

A rectangular window in the door was pulled open, revealing a pair of wary eyes.

"Svein introduced me." Fuhrman replied in a calm tone.

"Old Svein at the Dragon Bar? What credentials do you have? ”

The janitor asked, looking the two up and down through the window.

"No, he didn't say he needed a credential to come here."

The other party was silent for a moment, and then the window was closed and the door quietly opened.

A slightly ghostly vulture face peeked out from behind the door, and he deliberately showed the revolver pinned to his waist, and said with a warning:

"Come in, don't have any thoughts you shouldn't have, this is not a place for you to go wild."

Ademisol smiled and agreed: "Of course, we're here to have fun, not trouble. ”

The gatekeeper nodded, turned his head and ordered, "Take two guests to the auction room." ”

"This way, please."

A young woman with a graceful figure stepped forward with a smile and took the initiative to lead the two to the ground.

"The two guests are very face-to-face, it's the first time you've come." The woman who led the way asked sideways as she twisted her bewitching body.

"Yes, let's have some fun."

Fuhrman smiled ambiguously, pretending to be a veteran.

The road to the underground was not long, and after walking for a few minutes, Ademisor heard the sound of a lively crowd coming from him, and the lights suddenly turned on.

The two of them came to an underground warehouse.

The warehouse was bustling and noisy, with at least dozens of people gathered here as far as the eye could see.

They came from all walks of life, and some of them wore the same modest formal attire as Ademisor, and at first glance they looked like gentlemen of the middle class.

Others were casually dressed, with flared pants and linen shirts, which is the usual attire for street goers.

It's kind of interesting.

Ademisor and Fuhrman looked at each other, and the same thought arose

When the hands of a clock point to eight o'clock.

The lights in the warehouse suddenly dimmed, leaving only the two candlesticks on the front platform flickering with dim candlelight.

A handsome young man in formal dress walked briskly to the high platform and smiled: "Good evening, guests. ”

The crowd below echoed the chorus.

"Good evening."

"How many are there today?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get started!"

In the face of the noisy crowd, the host on the stage kept smiling and patiently waited for the customers to calm down.

He glanced at Ademisore and Furman without a trace, and waited for the crowd to quiet down before continuing to speak:

"I noticed that there are new guests today, please allow me to introduce them to this event of ours."

Most looked understanding, while a small number muttered, "It's a waste of time." ”

The host was unmoved, the smile on his face became brighter, and he said slowly in a magnetic voice full of temptation:

"For first-time guests, allow me to introduce you to a special cargo, a man-made place full of unknowns and opportunities: the warehouse!"

He gradually lowered his voice, making his tone more seductive:

"You never know what the owners of these warehouses put in there, maybe it's a gold brick hidden in the couch, maybe it's a wad of gold pounds behind a broken picture frame, it's all possible."

At this time, there was a sudden flirtatious coaxing in the crowd: "It may also be a pile of rags!" ”

This caused the crowd to laugh.

There was not a trace of impatience on the face of the interrupted host, and he nodded in agreement:

"Chances are, it's a risky investment, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it?"

He smiled and continued:

"For various reasons, the original owners didn't take these belongings, and you know, most of them suffered various accidents."

Immediately, his voice suddenly rose: "Count them unlucky, count you lucky!" ”

The crowd erupted in cheers.

It turns out that this is the gambling warehouse.

Ademisol only now fully understood the meaning of the activity, and was a little curious to know what Dart, the clinic cleaner, had found in the photographed warehouse that would make him rich overnight.

The host on the stage struck while the iron was hot:

"Without further ado, allow me to introduce the first lot of the day: warehouse 61 on Dalvi Street next door."

"It's a private warehouse, and the original owner was a doctor, who was involved in an accident and died not long ago."

He paused, and drew a circle clockwise on his chest:

"The Goddess is above, may he rest in peace."

The others also prayed according to their faith.

Ademisore looked at Forman and saw that the other man was also looking at him.

It's a doctor who was involved in an accident and died not long ago, so it sounds familiar.

The same thought flashed through their hearts.

"It is worth mentioning that the owner of this warehouse is also a frequent customer of ours, and after he originally bid for the goods left behind in this warehouse, he renewed the lease of this warehouse the next day, maybe he found something, important and valuable." The host added in a seductive tone.

Then he clapped his hands: "Okay, the auction starts now, and the price starts at 5 gold pounds." ”

"10 gold pounds."

"12 gold pounds."

The host's demagogic words obviously had a good effect, and the sound of quotations soon sounded from different directions of the crowd.

"This can be reimbursed!" Ademisore lowered her voice and asked Furman quickly.

"Yes," Fuhrman also suppressed.

"50 pounds!" After hearing his teammate's affirmative answer, Ademisor did not hesitate to offer a high price.

“… If not too much. It was only then that Furman finished speaking.

Ademisor's smile froze.

"50 pounds!"

The host on the stage shouted in surprise and asked quickly:

"Still, still!"

"50 pounds a time."

"50 pounds twice."

"£50 three times, deal! The goods left behind in warehouse 61 belong to this generous and lucky gentleman! ”