Section XXXVII: Negotiations

It's already night.

On the edge of the Falcon City business district, there is a two-storey building. At this moment, in a room on the first floor of the building, several figures were sitting quietly.

The furnishings of this house are very simple, with two sofas making up all the furniture. Nighthawk was sitting on a couch at the moment, his fingers boringly playing with his gang's Iron Eagle logo. He's been waiting here for so long that several of his subordinates are a little out of breath.

"Boss...... Did you think Rhodia would come?" asked one of his subordinates, unable to hold back, at last.

Nighthawk squinted at the mouthy subordinate and replied coldly, "Of course she will come...... In fact, I wish she hadn't come. Because if she hadn't come, it might have been a little better. ”

The subordinates were full of questions, but the chilling meaning in the leader's words made him dare not continue to ask. In fact, as long as you mix gangs, you will know that no leader is easy to talk to, and no one who is good at talking can be a gang leader. In front of the boss, you must learn to control your mouth, if you can't control it, the boss will help you control it.

Nighthawk could feel an uneasy aura in the room. What he did today was very bold, in fact, even if he himself was not too sure, but he didn't have much time left, no matter what kind of risk he had to take.

The door was slammed open, and a subordinate rushed in from the outside. "Chief, the woman...... Rhodia is here!"

"How many people did she bring?"

"Not a lot, maybe five or six people. The subordinate replied, "Except for her, they are all men." ”

"Bring them here. Nighthawk replied quietly. "Watch out for any other ambushes. ”

"Yes. The messenger left in a hurry.

Nighthawk let out a long breath, and only now did he realize how nervous he had been. But this time he made the right bet. It's Rhodia, not Scarlet Rose.

The rest of the wait was not very long. Because Rhodia was soon in this room. Although he said that he had admired the name for a long time, in fact this was the first time he had seen this woman. As the legend goes, this woman is very beautiful, and both her face and figure are impeccable. She didn't have the fierce temperament of a gang member—in fact, if he didn't know the woman's situation well, he would have thought that this woman was just an ordinary shopkeeper.

Rhodia came to the edge of the couch. Nighthawk stood up and made a "please take a seat" gesture.

"Ms. Rodia, it's a pleasure. Nighthawk said, "How about a cup of honey tea?"

Rhodia didn't answer, so Nighthawk called outside, "Bring a cup of honey tea to the guest!" and sat down as well. On the surface, he seemed to be waiting for the tea, but in fact he was carefully observing the few people brought by Rhodia.

The man on the left is a taller, well-proportioned man with a sheathed sword at his waist, and his most striking feature is the scar of a sharp weapon in the center of the bridge of his nose. I can imagine the consequences of this wound going three points deeper. Although the man did not speak, his expression was calm, his eyes were sharp, and he unconsciously exuded an aura of danger.

In addition to this man, there are three. They all looked stronger and more ferocious than the first, but in Nighthawk's eyes, they were not as dangerous as the first. It's not a rational thought, it's just an instinctive feeling. Nighthawk had held the handle of the dagger since he was a child. Before climbing to today's position, he didn't know how many group beatings and heads-ups, betrayals and assassinations he had experienced, so much so that he developed a keen intuition. It is this intuition that allows him to often see into the traps that are so cleverly hidden.

However, the last one is clearly not like a guard. It was a chubby young man, who looked like a bun, and there was no place on his body that was not fat, with a fat head and big ears, a round belly, and short and thick limbs. In short, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a practicing family. And the young man's expression made this clear—he looked nervous, and therefore pale and uneasy.

This should be the negotiator who was invited. However, it seems that there is something wrong with Rhodia's candidate.

The tea came quickly, and a cup of fragrant honey tea was quickly delivered to Rhodia. But the woman didn't drink it, but just looked at it thoughtfully.

"This honey tea is not easy to brew...... It is necessary to prepare a variety of ingredients to make such a good tea...... Are you really so sure I'm coming?"

"Hahaha...... Of course, dear Ms. Rhodia. Nighthawk soothed his hands. "I was sure you would come. The reason is naturally very simple, because if a leader does not come forward in this situation, he is not qualified to be a leader!"

"Don't compare me to you guys. Rhodia replied. "Especially a scoundrel like you. ”

"I'm sorry you think so. Nighthawk said. "But let's talk about the specifics. I believe you have fully understood the cause of the incident after reading my letter. Actually, in a word, Miss Alexa has stolen a lot from me. He looked at each other ambiguously. "I've done a lot of damage, so now the question is, what should I do with her? Of course, I can just get her the punishment she deserves. However, in view of your position, Ms. Rothea, and in particular as a sign of my respect for you, I feel compelled to inform you. ”

"Let me meet her first. Rhodia bit her lip.

Nighthawk snapped his fingers. A few minutes later, several of his men dragged in two sturdy-bound men, a man and a woman, through a side door. Both men and women were severely beaten, and their bodies were ragged and scarred.

"Sister Rhodia......" The woman struggled to raise her head, and a red bruise was clearly visible on her face, and one eye was completely blue. "I'm sorry......" she sobbed.

Nighthawk could clearly see that Rhodia's face had become ugly.

"Let her go!"

"Let her go? Oh, since it was Ms. Rhodia's request, I should have sold my face. However, he seduced my subordinates, stole my treasure, and tried to elope...... No matter where it is, it's against the rules. Nighthawk said in a calm tone. "How can I say that I am also a leader, if such behavior is not dealt with, how can I manage so many subordinates?"

"You've got it all back, haven't you?"

"Oh, I really hope so. Nighthawk sighed, seeming sadly. "It's a pity that this subordinate of yours is not only bold, but also has no vision. It's just gold and silver treasures, you know, she actually broke my favorite antique jar as garbage. I'll be polite, the rest of the stuff combined isn't worth half as much as the jar. ”

"What do you mean......"

"That antique jar is worth at least 500,000 gold o'li. Nighthawk said. "It's still a conscience price. Three weeks ago there was an antique auction in the aristocratic quarter of the city, and one of the jars similar to mine—certainly not as good as mine, slightly damaged—sold for 350,000 gold orioles. I'm telling the truth, with your connections, you'll know the truth with a little inquiry. ”

"You mean, you want me to take out 500,000 gold Oli to ransom people?"

"You are mistaken, Lady Rhodia. It's not like I'm blackmailing, it's that I've really lost so much. To tell you the truth, for your sake, I don't really want to get into this crime, otherwise would the two of them be so intact now? But I can't afford to suffer such a big loss, right?"

He made a gesture, and the two prisoners were pulled away. Then another man walked up and placed a wooden box on top of the coffee table. The lid of the box has been opened, revealing fragments of porcelain inside. This is supposed to be the antique jar that was broken. Of course, no matter how valuable this antique was in the past, it is now only of academic value. Perhaps a professional potter will buy it for one or two Geoli so that he can study the craftsmanship of the ancients.

"Ms. Rhodia, this is it. Nighthawk replied. "I don't want to be at odds with you if I can, so it's a bit difficult to do right now, but I hope it can be resolved in the most perfect way. In this matter, I am willing to take a step back - as soon as you open your mouth, I will release the person, and as for the money, just pay in installments. ”

He stared at Rhodia. It's another gamble. If this woman stood up and gave up like this, then he would be helpless for a while. But there was a value in this gamble - the fact that this woman would take a risk and come here shows that hostages are very important to her. 500,000 Gollies, although this figure does sound incredible, but as the saying goes, the price is overpriced. He's not as greedy as he seems.

Rhodia picked up the box, looked at it for a moment, and handed it to the man with the bun figure behind her. The latter began to look closely, and then he lowered his head and whispered into Rhodia's ear.

Nighthawk smiled, a smile that came from the joy of his heart.

He could guess what the fat man had said to Rhodia. At a time when the jar was still intact, it was indeed a rare antique. But the problem is that antiques are valuable only in the eyes of enthusiasts, and in the eyes of others they are a piece of junk. It's not easy for an antique to become a quioli, and it takes enough time to find the "wronged boss". In fact, many collectors' so-called "priceless" collections are actually sold for less than a tenth of their estimated value.

The whisper was quickly spoken.

"This jar isn't as valuable as you say. Rhodia shook the box in her hand. "The vintage isn't particularly good...... Even if it had been flawless in the past, it would now be worth a maximum of 300,000 gold oli. ”

"I said it," Nighthawk smiled. "I would like to take a step back in this matter as a sign of my goodwill to Ms. Rhodia. ”

"Two hundred thousand quillies. "This time it wasn't Rhodia who spoke, it was the fat man. He had calmed down, fully adapted to the environment and atmosphere, and finally showed his normal level of bargaining.

"Okay, just as you say. Nighthawk replied. He accepted the price so neatly that it made the fat man stunned. Nighthawk could guess how the other person was feeling at the moment—as if a man threw a punch with all his might and landed on the cotton without any force. "So it was decided. ”