Chapter 241 Patience (Thanks to the Social Shake Reward Silver Alliance) Lumian sat at the entrance of the alley across from the congressman's office, mingling with a group of homeless people. After tracking and observing, he has roughly figured out the whole thing: Someone in the congressman's office found a trusted police officer in advance and asked him to pay attention to cases of death due to infection with strange diseases in the jurisdiction, suppress such incidents, not report them to the corresponding official Beyonders, and take away the evidence found and send it to the congressman's office. This also shows that the unhealthy young man who spat in the handkerchief and threw it away was well aware of the consequences of his actions, otherwise, if he had not mentioned the matter, the person in the congressman's office would never have asked the police headquarters for help! Lumian stared at the ochre-colored four-story building, his hands clenched into fists without him noticing, but he ultimately did not do anything drastic. After a long while, he exhaled slowly. At this time, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the door of the building where the congressman's office was located. The man wore a half-high silk hat, held a dark-colored cane in his hand, and was dressed in a neat black suit. He had a thick brown beard around his mouth and chin, and there were some wrinkles around the edges of his dark blue, almost black eyes. He is Bono Goodwill, the owner of the Goodwill Chemical Plant. He left the celebratory dinner earlier than the Savoy Party boss Gardner Martin last night, and his photo occasionally appears in the news in some newspapers.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and waited for a while until the chief inspector walked out of the congressman's office alone and returned to the police headquarters. Then he got up and left the alley where many homeless people were lying, and randomly found a cafe to have a simple late breakfast. It was almost 11 o'clock when he knocked on Franca's door again. "How is it going? Has the official Beyonder taken over?" Franka had already gotten up and changed into her favorite white ladies' shirt and light-colored breeches. Lumian shook his head. "No." As he walked into the apartment, he further explained: "It was suppressed by a certain Chief Inspector of the Police Headquarters." "Those people in the congressman's office also know that spitting anywhere will cause problems!" Franca understood what was going on as soon as she heard it and couldn't help but sneer. Lumian found a seat in the sofa area and sat down, starting from when the police came to investigate the scene and all the way to when the chief inspector walked into the congressman's office. Franka looked into his eyes, pondered for a few seconds and said: "I know you're unwilling to accept this, and I know you might be a little angry. In fact, I can understand. Although that couple has nothing to do with you, you tried hard to save them, but failed. Most people can sympathize with similar tragic experiences. "But I still want to tell you, be patient, be patient, and be patient again. Don't be impulsive and don't take extreme measures to retaliate. They are people close to the congressman. If something really goes wrong, it will be a big deal. It's not something you and I can handle." Seeing that Lumian did not refute or show any other emotions, Franka secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: “I still say the same thing. It’s best to let the official Beyonders investigate this matter. I will let them know about this case through my channels and point out the identity and characteristics of the suspect. "Although the important evidence should have been lost at this time, and the body is probably sent for cremation via a fast-track procedure, as long as the official Beyonders know that there are extraordinary abilities that are not normal in the jurisdiction, and they keep an eye on the person I predicted, they will find out about his problem sooner or later." Hearing this, Lumian nodded slowly: "So be it." Franka felt relieved and said thoughtfully: “I will hide the details and only say that a strange disease that caused ulcers all over the body appeared in the market area. It was suspected to be caused by a handkerchief that a staff member of the councillor’s office had used to wrap thick phlegm. Similar incidents were suppressed by the police headquarters. "If not, the official Beyonders will most likely suspect you are the source of the intelligence and conduct a detailed investigation on you." Lumian said "hmm", indicating that there was no problem with this. After saying goodbye to Franca and leaving White Coat Street, he met Janna on his way towards the Breeze Ballroom. "Hey, isn't this Chelia?" Lumian greeted.
This "exaggerated woman" is now wearing a very simple gray-blue long skirt. Her brown hair is half tied up and half hanging naturally. There is no makeup on her face. She looks very beautiful and no longer has that decadent charm. Hearing Charles calling out her real name, Jenna gritted her teeth and said: "Just call me Janna!" Lumian looked her up and down. "You were beaten with a broom by your mother? Are you ready to quit the underground singer circle?" "Fuck! You just hope that nothing good will happen to me, right?" Janna spat. "My mother is such a gentle and reasonable person, why would she hit me with a broom?" At this point, her expression became more smug: "She was against me singing in the dance hall at first, thinking it was dangerous and would easily lead to my downfall, but after I told her how much I could earn every week and that I didn't have to sleep with any man, she was no longer so determined and said that after work today, she would come to Breeze Dance Hall to watch my performance. Fuck, what should I do?" "How would your mother react if she saw you wearing a low-cut dress, raising your legs high, and singing 'He's Good at Using His Fingers'?" Lumian asked deliberately. "He will go on stage and beat me to death!" Janna ruffled her brown hair. She thought for a while and said: "You don't have to wear overly revealing skirts. Didn't I try singing in a mini dress last time? The response was pretty good. Well, it's been a while, so I can try again. The only thing left is choosing songs. I'll discuss it with Franca. She has great taste and can even compose her own music and write lyrics, but they're all rather strange..." Lumian smiled and said: “If all else fails, I can have René hold a theme night. "The theme tonight at the Breeze Ballroom will be 'Love.'" This could be paired with some less vulgar love songs. "Good idea!" Janna's eyes lit up. She looked at Lumian and thanked him awkwardly: "You have a pretty sharp mind, uh, fuck, thank you!" Without waiting for Lumian's response, Janna instinctively glanced around and said in a low voice: "I also told my mother that I was good friends with 'Red Boots' of the Savoy Party and that I had her protection, so I was able to sing in the Breeze Ballroom and was well protected. I went to see you that day to ask for a raise in my singing fee, and you agreed because of Franca. "If my mother asks you, you will answer like this." Lumian nodded and sneered: "You're colluding with others." "This is called benevolent concealment." Janna responded happily, "I have to wait at least for another year to save up enough money for tuition and pay off my debt." Lumian glanced at the acting apprentice and asked thoughtfully: "Have you ever thought about trying to get the accident compensation that you guys deserve?" "How do I get it?" Janna opened her eyes wide, confused, "The court hasn't made a final decision yet." Lumian smiled: "Why wait for the court? Paying back debts is protected by the 'Guardian of Business'. We can go and get it ourselves." "The factory owner didn't say he wouldn't pay. He kept appealing because he disagreed with the division of responsibilities and the amount of compensation..." Janna looked at Lumian suspiciously, "You want to force him to compensate us? This is illegal!" "Illegal?" Lumian said with amusement, "As a gang leader, I break the law every day. Didn't you want to assassinate Maggot to avenge your friend? At that time, why didn't you think that it was illegal?"
Janna's words paused, and she muttered: "Muggett is a gangster boss, and he has done a lot of bad things, each of which is enough to send him to the gallows." "So you want to punish him on behalf of the law?" Lumian laughed. "That factory owner may have done a lot of bad things. We can cover our faces, sneak into his house, tie him up, and force him to compensate everyone. Or, we can just ask him to hand over the money and you can divide it privately to avoid suspicion in the subsequent investigation." Jenna showed an embarrassed expression: "I'll think about it again. I'll think about it again." As expected of a gang leader, Charles talks about illegal and criminal matters as easily as he eats meat and drinks. Lumian didn't try to persuade her further. Since Jenna herself was not anxious, there was no need for him to be anxious for her. ………… As evening approached, Lumian sat in the cafe on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom, waiting for another night to come. He didn't have anything to do for now, just waiting for Franka or the boss to help him find the auxiliary materials for the "Arsonist" potion so that he could officially reach Sequence 7. "Boss, what do you want to eat tonight?" Seeing that it was getting dark, Louis leaned over and asked Lumian. Lumian was about to answer when he saw Janna coming up. This "flamboyant woman" has changed into the rose-colored long dress she wore before, the hem of which is held up by the bones, like a drooping flower. Her long brown hair was simply tied into a bun, with most of it hanging down very smoothly. Her makeup was very light, mainly to highlight her natural skin and delicate features. There was a black mole in the middle of her right cheek, and she held a folding fan with exquisite patterns in her hand. Louis and Sakota were both stunned by this, and couldn't believe that this was the "little bitch" Janna. Janna asked Lumian nervously: "Is that okay?" "It's fine." Lumian didn't attack Jenna again. At this moment, a loud bang was heard in the distance, the ground shook noticeably, and the glass windows of the cafe made a clattering sound. "Fuck, what happened?" Janna looked out the window in shock. Lumian stood up, walked to the window, looked outside, and found that all the passers-by were confused and a little panicked. He looked into the distance and found that there seemed to be conspicuous black smoke rising in the south. "Go and find out what happened." Lumian instructed Louis. After Louis went downstairs, Janna came to Lumian's side and saw that the black smoke was coming out from the southern part of the market area. She suddenly felt a little nervous and worried, and very uneasy. After a while, Louis returned to the cafe and reported to Lumian: "Boss, there was an explosion at the Goodville Chemical Plant." With a snap, Lumian turned his head and saw the fan in Jenna's hand fell to the ground. Janna seemed to have lost her soul in an instant, and said in a delirious voice: "My mother, my mother is there..." PS: Thank you for the social shaking reward silver alliance, the last day to ask for monthly tickets~ (End of this chapter)