Chapter: 450

After guessing this, Lumian felt that provoking an angel to digest such a small amount of potion seemed a bit cheap.

He suspected that there were two reasons. One was that Termiporos was sealed and the danger was abnormally low, and the other was that Termiporos had not been really provoked.

Shaking his head, Lumian restrained his thoughts and stopped thinking about such things that he couldn't figure out the correct answer.

He turned back to the chaotic underground street, and went up step by step along the stone stairs leading to the light.

After turning off the calcium carbide lamp and returning to the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian immediately saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside.

Charlie was smoking a cigarette butt, looking up at the sky stained with a little gray mist, with a slightly melancholy expression.

"What's wrong?" Lumian sat down next to Charlie.

Charlie sighed and said, "Miss Yin Sangsi moved out."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Lumian asked with a smile.

The words that came to Charlie's mouth were stagnant, and after a few seconds, he said: "It's really a good thing. There are too many people here who know her and what she has done, hey." 14 Lumian clicked his tongue, stood up, walked to the peddler selling sour wine, and took out a copper coin worth 5 indians: "Give me half a liter of apple sour wine."

The peddler suddenly smiled.

"OK."

This time, he gave Lumian more than half a liter of wine.

Lumian raised his eyebrows, walked back to Charlie without asking, sat down, and said casually, "The guy who sells sour wine seems to know me?" Charlie smiled: "He may know you are Savoyard gangsters, no, Savoyard gangsters."

"Why would he know?" Lumian asked after taking a sip of sour wine.

Charlie coughed: "After I told Miss Yin Sansi the good news last night, I went to the underground bar for a drink and told everyone about you becoming a member of the Savoy Party and taking over the Golden Rooster Hotel."

At this moment, a picture appeared in Lumian's mind.

Holding a beer, Charlie jumped onto the small round table waving his short arms and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, come here, listen to me, an incredible thing happened in the hotel today! You can't believe it, Shire, who lives in room 207, became the leader of the Savoyard Party and drove the Stingers out of the hotel!"

Withdrawing his thoughts from such a scene, Lumian sighed slowly, and said to Charlie: "You are afraid that the police will not come to me, right?"

Hearing Lumian's words, Charlie's body trembled: "You, you don't want others to know that you joined the Savoy Party?"

In his perception, whether it is the Savoy Party, Stinger Gang, or other gangs, the leaders have a certain reputation, and they can be used to scare others in the chaotic streets and market areas, and they have never seen the police looking for them.

Lumian took a sip of sour wine and smiled again: "That's okay, I just remind you, don't talk about things you shouldn't talk about."

He has now mixed into the Savoie Party, but he should not be regarded as the leader. After all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Savoie Party and has few thugs to follow him. He just manages a poor and dilapidated "Golden Rooster Hotel".

Therefore, Lumian also hopes to gain a greater reputation as soon as possible and quickly improve his status in the Savoy Party in order to complete Mr. K's mission.

To complete Mr. K's task is to further gain his trust and favor, and to join the organization behind him to complete the task of Ms. "Magician".

Why does it feel weird? Lumian touched his chin with his left hand.

Charlie next to him asked cautiously: "What things should not be said?"

He had some guesses, but he was afraid that his guesses were not comprehensive enough, so he offended this friend who had no law in his eyes without realizing it.

Lumian smiled, turned his head, and looked at Charlie: "I can't talk about Suzanne and Mattis, including how I threatened her and how I pretended to be a lawyer and entered the police station to communicate with you."

He had wanted to tell Charlie this for a long time, but he never found the opportunity.