Chapter: 441

To belong to the party of Savoy, or is it possible to redeem himself?

Market Avenue, Breeze Ballroom.

Lumian sat down at the bar, tapped on the table and said, "A cup of 'lover', one serving of mashed potatoes, one serving of lard veal slices, one pork sausage, and one croissant."

"Lover refers to the "sugar wine" brewed with sugar cane syrup, ice and water, which belongs to the common slang in every bar in Intis.

Not long after, Lumian drank it. The amber-colored liqueur is served with a rich and tempting slice of veal in lard.

While tasting the delicious food, while listening to the singing on the dance floor, he swayed his body from time to time.

At this time, a gangster who followed Baron Brinel sat down next to him.

"Is it the third time we met? What's your name?" The man waved his hand a little cautiously and replied: 1 Just call me Louis. "Another Louis... Lumian chuckled to himself.

In the Republic of Intis, Louis is as common as Pierre and Guillaume, and the last Louis Lumian saw gave birth to a child with a male body.

Louis watched Lumian pick up the croissant and took a bite, and said deliberately, "Let me invite you, this is the first time you have come to our Breeze Ballroom to play."

"Okay." Lumian seldom pretended to be polite.

Louis ordered a glass of syrupy lemonade, which is called "devil" in slang, and said, "You live in the 'Golden Rooster Hotel', right?"

"Yes." Lumian forked a sliced ​​sausage into his mouth.

Louis thought for a while and said, "That's the territory of the Stingers, do you want to move to Whitecoat Street?"

"What?" Louis was almost touched by the liquid in his mouth.

"I threw Wilson from the Stinger Gang off the fourth floor, and the Golden Rooster Hotel is now our Savoyard territory."

Listening to the other party's description, the expression on Louis' face became a little stiff.

After a few T seconds, he squeezed out a smile, stood up and said, "I have to report this to the Baron."

Why is this guy more ruthless and crazy than the baron?

"Okay." Lumian didn't mind at all.

Louis walked a few steps quickly, turned around again, 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 suddenly a thought arose in his heart: did we find a knife, or did we find a big trouble?

Market Avenue, No. 126, in Roger's three-story building with a small garden.

Looking at the bruised Wilson who was carried in front of him, Roger looked at the three trembling thugs with cold blue eyes and said: Charles... "Black Scorpion" Roger's slightly fat face showed a look of confusion and guard.

He said to himself: "There is no such person as Charles among the top leaders of the Savoy Party..."

"He can beat Wilson like this?"

You know, Wilson is a "villain" equivalent to a Sequence Nine Extraordinary, and he is best at fighting!

At this time, another thug said in a speculative tone: "Boss, I remembered one thing. We went to the 'Golden Rooster Hotel' on the evening of Margot's death.

Roger's expression gradually became serious, with a bit of ferocity and resentment: "That Shire did it too? How did he do it?"