Although the shanty towns run by Crooked Nose Ron may seem cheap, his prime location actually comes from the loan shark business.

The workers who frequented his street girls would be targeted by Ron if they needed money because of illness, accidents, etc., and they would soon be able to see their wives and children in the shantytowns. In addition, Ron also had dealings with many factories and many agencies that introduced him, which provided him with a lot of convenience for coaxing young child laborers or laid-off female workers to deliver blood to places like "Little Nightingale".

So while he doesn't directly run the "Little Nightingale", Ron is as natural as coming home, and he enjoys it to the fullest every time.

When she asked about the other party's family situation, Marlene mentioned that she was originally introduced by her fellow villagers to work in Beckland, but she soon became unemployed, and then was deceived by Ron in the process of looking for a job again and again, and became a street girl.

When he learns that Marlene is connected to extraordinary events, Douglas's first thought is whether Marlene will return to Beckland and use her extraordinary powers to get revenge on those who have bullied her.

This is not only in line with the state of mind of many people when they are given great power, but also in line with the symbolism of the divination picture described by Miss Audrey, in which Marlene is stained with blood and goes to darkness.

Considering the unnecessary panic caused by many passengers in the train derailment incident, Douglas also strongly suspects that Marlene was lured into contact with Extraordinary by a "demonic" channel that can manipulate people's emotions. The "demonic" approach has always been very interested in the kind of things that lead to depravity, and there is a high possibility of inducing Marlene's desire for revenge.

If Marlene chooses to retaliate, then Ron will obviously be a very serious target.

The second will be the worker who deceived Marlene's feelings that Douglas had seen that day, the bustard who disciplined the street girls every day, the thug who often vented violence on them, and so on.

These secondary targets are either difficult to find, or too numerous and random to be tracked and monitored, so Douglas chooses to focus directly on Ron.

This is also a kind of helplessness, after all, his knowledge of Marlene is quite limited, and he is not sure whether Marlene will start with the inconspicuous and easy target, or the highest target of hatred, even divination will not lead to results.

So, Douglas was not in a hurry at the moment, and considering that he was worth five pounds on the side of the Whisk, he took some time to change his outfit, change his hairstyle, cover up the scars on his face with makeup, and button up a low-brim peaked hat.

His camouflage is not subtle enough, but fortunately, he also has the ability to create illusions, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see the flaws, enough for him to sneak into the "little nightingale" to observe Ron.

When he was ready, Douglas naturally followed the other guests into the "Little Nightingale", and saw the gorgeous gold decoration of the interior, which imitated the style of Intis, the men and women dancing ambiguously in the dim light, the bold and innocent girls in the booths pouring wine around the guests, and the people who were eager to find empty rooms.

The whole hall was dim and stuffy because the windows were completely covered by heavy curtains, and the strong aroma of fat powder concealed the smell of wine, smoke, sweat and even other strange smells, which made people's minds a little dizzy.

Resisting the urge to rub his nose and sneeze, Douglas wandered around the dance floor looking for his favorite, and gradually approached the depths of the hall.

The layout there resembles a semi-open box, and the level of consumption can be seen from the grade of the drinks on the table, and there are very enthusiastic performances on the small stage in the back.

After observing the discomfort for a long time, Douglas recognized that Ron, as the nickname suggests, the bridge of the mob leader's nose was crooked, with stitches around it, reminiscent of whether his nose had been cut off and reattached.

Right now, Ron was hugging him left and right, and there was a short-haired woman kneeling beside his lap.

This caused Douglas to look away and focus on Ron's movements instead.

He noticed that Ron was also sitting next to a man in a black tuxedo who was dressed like a ballroom manager, who was also one of the leaders of the Whiskie. On the periphery of the place where the two were sitting, more than a dozen bodyguards were facing outwards to keep on guard, and their waists were all showing their bright guns.

Unless you have a special ability, it's hard for a low-level extraordinary person to break in directly! In other words, you can't easily get out if you break in...... Douglas habitually used himself as a benchmark to assess the difficulty of entering the assassination.

There was no cover around the box, the terrain was not complicated enough to maneuver with a dozen gunmen, even the hostages could not guarantee the safety of their backs, and small spells such as fogging and flash spells did not delay the gunners' fire coverage with a salvo.

His ability to create hallucinations is also limited, interfering with other people's visions at most, and unable to mask excessive movement or the smell of blood.

If it were me, I wouldn't have been reckless...... No, why is the first thought of assassinating me reckless? Douglas, who had been wandering around the dance floor for a long time, shifted to a long table in the corner where drinks and food were served, his eyes wandering from the room, reflecting deeply.

It must have been led astray by the hunters in Vrsack, huh.

The best place to assassinate such a person should be in a bed......

For normal people, where to hide weapons is a big problem, but many extraordinary people still have a lot of trouble wringing bones with their bare hands.

Thinking of this, Douglas took out his pocket watch from his trouser pocket without any dignity and saw that the hour hand had not yet crossed the number eight, which meant that the nightlife had just begun.

He was going to wait another hour or so to see if there was a fixed room for Ron when he went upstairs and if he had the taste of choosing a bed partner, so that he could narrow down the search in the future.

By that time, most of the guests who decided to stay overnight should have already started exercising in bed, and he would be very conspicuous and unusual to dangle like this again.

After wandering around the dimly lit hall for more than forty minutes, Douglas finally saw Ron get up. At the moment, in addition to several bodyguards who followed, he was also carrying two prostitutes, one of whom was a short-haired woman who had served him earlier.

They didn't go to the second and third floors like regular guests, but walked in the direction of the backstage, and it seemed that there was a special room to use.

While there was still time, Douglas grabbed a few glasses of wine and spilled them on his body, and then pretended to be drunk and stumbled towards Ron, who was surrounded by him. When there were still a few steps away, the bodyguard who was walking in front quickly stepped forward and pressed his shoulder and pushed rudely: "Get out of the way, don't get in the way!" ”

Douglas was pushed to the ground, raised his "heavy" head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then he couldn't keep his balance and fell to the ground, "sighing" in pain.

The bodyguard kicked him, and seeing that Douglas held his head and had no intention of resisting, he stopped talking and followed his companions. Ron didn't care about this kind of episode, he was busy measuring the body of the woman in his arms with the palm of his hand.

Behind them, Douglas, who stood up slowly with his head down, was in a confused and shocked mood at the moment.

Just when he wanted to remember what type of woman Ron preferred, he saw the appearance of the short-haired prostitute.

Except for the length and color of her hair, she looks eight or nine points similar to Marlene!

The reason why he is not 100% sure is that Douglas knows that he is slightly face blind and easy to recognize the wrong person, and second, he remembers that when she sent Marlene away, her face was bruised and bruised, and it was difficult for it to subside within a few days.

If that really was Marlene, she acted with the audacity and speed that Douglas had expected.

It must be confirmed...... Watching Ron's figure disappear into the internal passage guarded by many members of the Whisk, Douglas did not venture in, first roughly confirmed the layout of the building, and finally entered the bathroom on the same side as the passage, and occupied a compartment alone to try divination.

Meanwhile, Crooked Nose Ron instructed the bodyguards to check the room and exit the door one by one to wait—his vulgar personality was not yet twisted enough to ask someone to watch him exercise in bed.

Finally, there were only three people left in the room, Ron laughed twice and pointed to the wide bed: "Isn't it much better to take out all your skills and serve Lao Tzu well for a night than to be surrounded by a dozen people in the outfield?" ”

There was a threat in his words, and two prostitutes immediately stepped forward to help Ron undress, rubbing against him with curvy plumpness.

Ron, who had been indulged for many years, could not get up immediately, and he spread his legs and motioned for the short-haired prostitute to come and serve. Just now her soft lips impressed Ron.

He rested his head on the chest of another prostitute and waited for the moment of majesty, only to see the short-haired prostitute, although she leaned down, did not move, but looked up.

Ron frowned, moved his crotch and urged, "What are you doing in a daze!" ”

The short-haired prostitute smiled at him, and the smile was very happy and sincere. Ron looked down at her mouth open in some inexplicable form, watched her cheek muscles tense all at once, watched her white teeth close hard, watched blood splatter out, and in the blink of an eye, a large patch of piercing red spread.

Ron's pupils widened but he couldn't make a sound, and the pain of crossing the threshold instantly shattered the speech system, leaving him like a fish thrown to shore and unable to breathe, his muscles convulsed and twitched, arching his body and screaming silently.

In his vision, blurred by physiological tears, the short-haired prostitute spat out bloody lumps of flesh and opened her eyes wide to admire his miserable condition.

Her expression at the moment was like that of a child whose dreams had come true, gorgeous and content.