Chapter 150 Reaction As soon as Lumian returned to the second floor, he saw Charlie wandering outside his door. “Hey, you’re not dreaming again, are you? I’m nervous when you suddenly come to my door like this, okay?” Lumian greeted him half-jokingly and half-sarcastically. He was still upset about Charlie not going to the Eternal Sun Church but coming to find him. Charlie looked at the stairs and said in a low voice: "There seems to be some movement on the fourth floor?" "The ears are still normal." Lumian praised, "There was indeed movement. I threw Wilson down from the building." "Ah?" Charlie looked confused again. It took him two seconds to react: "Which Wilson? The one from the Sting Gang, the one who asked Miss Ethans for money?" "Yes." Lumian nodded calmly. Charlie first had an expression of "So that's how it is", then he blurted out in astonishment: "You threw him off the building? "Which floor?" "The fourth floor." Lumian replied with a smile.
Charlie's mouth opened a little bit and he forgot to close it. "Are you kidding?" After a few breaths, he finally regained his thoughts and asked very nervously. Lumian pointed to the room across the street: "If you don't believe me, go and look at the alley behind. That guy is like a cockroach. He didn't die even after falling like this." “……” Charlie once again looked at Lumian as if he was meeting him for the first time, and discovered that this mischievous, courageous, and smart friend actually had a side that he didn’t understand at all. There seemed to be no law in his eyes, indifference in his bones, and the word "fear" was missing in his mind. He actually threw a living person down from the fourth floor, and that person was the leader of the Sting Gang! Isn't he afraid of death? Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Sting Gang? This reminded Charlie of what Charles did when he put his dagger to his throat when he was threatened by Suzanne Mathis. Charlie had always thought that this was mainly a threat and a form of intimidation, but he now suspected that if Susanna Mathis was unwilling to compromise, Charles would really stab him. Of course, his sword was definitely not a "cursed blade". The next second, Charlie glanced around and lowered his voice again: "You, are you crazy? The Sting Gang is not that easy to mess with! "Why don't you just move to another place, and it should be fine if you move out of the market area." He felt that no matter how crazy Charles was or how weak his legal awareness was, he was the one who truly helped him, and he had to remind him that he was in danger and had to escape quickly. Lumian smiled: "We, the Savoy Party, are not to be trifled with." "Uh..." Charlie suddenly felt that things might not be as he thought. Lumian opened the door to room 207 and said as he walked in: "From now on, the 'Golden Rooster Inn' is the territory of our Savoy Party. I will kill any of those Stinger Gang members who come." Was it the Savoy Party that asked Charles to deal with Wilson? Charlie suddenly realized and was relieved. Since it was the Savoy Party that took the initiative to provoke, there must be a way to deal with the Sting Gang's counterattack, and he, an unemployed poor man, doesn't need to worry about it. Lumian closed the suitcase containing several sets of clothes and Aurore's witchcraft notes, pushed it under the bed, covered it with a sheet, then stood up and said to Charlie: "If anyone comes looking for me, just say I went to the Breeze Ballroom." "Okay, okay." Charlie watched Lumian disappear at the stairs and suddenly remembered something. What will happen next, Miss Ethans? Should he belong to the Savoyard Party, or is it possible to redeem himself?
………… Market Avenue, Breeze Ballroom. Lumian sat at the bar, knocked on the table and said: "A cup of 'lover', a portion of mashed potatoes, a veal cutlet with lard, a pork sausage, and a croissant." "Lover" refers to "sugar wine" brewed with sugar cane syrup, added with ice and water. It is a common slang in various bars in Intis. Soon, Lumian was drinking the sweet amber wine and eating the tempting lard-cooked veal slices. While enjoying the delicious food, he listened to the songs on the dance floor and swayed his body from time to time. At this time, a gangster thug who followed Baron Brinell sat next to him. Lumian turned his head and glanced at the other man's forehead, which had obvious blood bruises, and said with a smile: "This is the third time we've met, right? What's your name?" The thug replied slightly reservedly: "Just call me Louis." Another Louis… Lumian laughed to himself. In the Republic of Intis, Louis was as common as Pierre and Guillaume, and the last Louis Lumian had seen gave birth to a child in a man's body. Louis watched Lumian pick up the croissant and take a bite, and said deliberately to get closer to him: "Let me treat you. This is your first time to our Breeze Ballroom." “Okay.” Lumian rarely pretended to be polite. Louis ordered a glass of syrup lemon soda, which was slang for "devil", took a sip and said: "You live at the Golden Rooster Inn, right?" “Yeah.” Lumian forked a piece of the cut sausage into his mouth. Louis thought for a moment and said: "That's the Sting Gang's territory. Do you want to move to White Coat Street?" “No need.” Lumian drank the cold “Lover” that smelled of caramel and said with a smile, “It’s our Savoy Party’s territory now.” "What?" Louis almost choked on the wine in his mouth. Lumian tilted his head and said with a smile: "I threw Wilson from the Sting Gang from the fourth floor. The Golden Rooster Hotel is now the territory of our Savoy Party." Listening to the other party's description, the expression on Lewis's face became stiff little by little. After a few seconds, he forced a smile, stood up and said: "I have to report this to the Baron." How come this guy is even more cruel and crazy than the Baron? “Okay.” Lumian didn’t mind at all. Louis took a few quick steps, turned around, approached Lumian, and asked in a low voice:
"Is Wilson dead?" “No.” Lumian showed a regretful expression. What do you regret? Louis looked at Lumian's face, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: Are we looking for a knife or a big trouble? ………… No. 126, Market Avenue, in Roger's three-story building with a small garden. Looking at Wilson, who was carried in front of him and covered in wounds, Roger looked at the three trembling thugs with his cold blue eyes and said: "Who did it?" "A Savoyard man!" A thug with a slightly bent body answered quickly, "He calls himself Charles and says that the Golden Cockerel Inn now belongs to the Savoyard Party!" Charles... "Black Scorpion" Roger's slightly fat face revealed an expression mixed with confusion and vigilance. He said to himself: "Charles is not one of the leading Savoyard leaders... "How could he beat Wilson like this?" You know, Wilson is a "villain" equivalent to a Sequence 9 Beyonder, and his best skill is fighting! At this time, another thug said in a speculative tone: "Boss, I remember one thing. We went to the Golden Rooster Inn on the evening when Maggot died." Roger's expression gradually became serious, with a hint of ferocity and resentment: "Was it that Xia Er who did it? How did he do it? "The Sava Party secretly recruited such a powerful person to drive us out of the market area?" A man standing next to "Black Scorpion" Roger said hatefully: "The first time was an assassination attempt, and the second time was a blatant provocation. If we don't respond, we don't know what will happen the third time!" The man had a clean-shaven head, but his facial features were quite good. His lake-blue eyes, high nose bridge, strong brown eyebrows and well-curved lips made him handsome even with a bald head. He was wearing a black shirt, dark breeches and laceless leather boots, no coat, and was nearly meters tall. Roger pondered for a few seconds and said to the man next to him: “Harman, go find Baron Brinell and ask him what’s going on. Ask him whether the Savoys want to go to war with the Stingers. "If he is willing to reconcile, we can make appropriate concessions. "Remember, the time has not come yet. Learn to be patient." ………… On the balcony of a room on the third floor of Breeze Ballroom. Baron Brinell, smoking a mahogany pipe, leisurely looked down at the guests coming in and out of the ballroom. Suddenly, he turned sideways and looked towards the door. Two seconds later, Louis pushed the door open, walked through several other thugs, and entered the balcony. "Your footsteps are a bit heavy and a bit hurried. What happened?" Baron Brinell asked with a smile. Louis replied a little nervously: "Baron, that Charles threw Wilson off the fourth floor of the 'Golden Rooster Hotel'!"
"Wilson of the Sting Gang?" Baron Brinell said after thinking for a moment. "Yes, he was seriously injured, but not dead." Louis quickly added the information. Baron Brinell held his pipe, thought for a while and said: "Did Ciel say why he did that?" "He said that the 'Golden Cockerel Inn' is now our Savoyard territory." Louis repeated Lumian's words. Baron Brinell burst out laughing. He took a puff of his pipe and said meaningfully: "If you don't hold a sharp knife properly, it's easy to hurt yourself. "I have to find a chance to give him a heads up." "What should we do about the Sting Gang? Should we tell the boss?" Louis asked worriedly. Baron Brinell thought for a moment and said: "Being not. "Charles actually did a good thing this time. I want to see how the Sting Gang will react." Seeing his subordinates' puzzled expressions, Baron Brinell, who always liked to "teach" them to show off his wisdom, smiled and said: “In less than two years since the establishment of the Sting Gang, the number of people with extraordinary powers within them has swelled to a level that is only slightly less than ours, and they have seized a large amount of territory. Don’t you think there is a big problem here? “If we give them another two years, I’m afraid we’ll be driven out of the market area completely. "If they want to make a big deal out of this, I'd be happy to help. It'll just be a good opportunity for the authorities to take notice and find out who's behind them." (End of this chapter)