There is no room for relief.

The magician narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Li in front of him. If the cowboy is Kong Lang wandering outside the law, then detective Pingkenton is a vulture lurking in the gray area. The black market is like an alternative "home" to them. Only here can they live freely in limited rules.

Therefore, magicians have always attached great importance to the order of the underground black market. Although there are no laws and regulations here, there is a set of rules that deeply root the people's hearts to maintain the operation of order. Only if a person with a special identity manages the underground black market will not make this land become a vassal of Yinjue and become a one-man of Yinjue. Once Zimu suddenly dies, the black market will inevitably fall into a long turmoil, and the result will be unimaginable.

“The price is not enough.”

After a while, the magician said to Zhou Li in a dry voice: "I'm really sorry, the cost of killing Zimu is too high, I can't afford it."

"Then there is nothing to talk about."

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and said as if nothing had happened: "It seems that your cooperation is not very sincere, and you don't even want to kill me."

“You don’t understand what Zimu means to the black market.”

The magician looked at Zhou Li and said solemnly: "The underground black market has not yet become a pure slaughterhouse or a tool for making money for Silver Gogh. It is precisely because Zimu is used as a balance point. Once he dies, the black market will fall into long-term turmoil. The only world that can accommodate those who cannot survive on the ground will collapse. If I kill Zimu, I will become a sinner to countless people. Sorry, I can't do it."

Um?

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and then he fell into silence for a long time.

"How many enemies do Zimu have?"

He raised his head, looked at the magician, and asked in a deep voice: "I mean, is there any enemy like Zimu who would rather give everything than kill Zimu?"

"You ask this..."

Although I don’t know why Zhou Li asked this question, it is a good thing that did not continue to force himself to assassinate Zimu. The detective on the side thought for a moment and replied in place of the magician:

“Yes, there is one.”

The detective looked at Zhou Li and recalled: "There is a man in the east who controls the underground black market and tobacco business, named Qingwa. He is a Yosak. He was sentenced to death for rape after escaping Tarik. He broke the prison door with the wire hidden in his finger bones and fled to the underground black market and opened a stripper tavern. A few years ago, Zimu discovered that Qingwa secretly plundered the girl Mosk, so he destroyed Qingwa's lower body and deprived him of almost half of his rights."

"Qingwa has been resentful of Zimu since then. He has wanted to attack Zimu more than once, but he has suffered from the improvement of defense measures around Zimu and cannot find a chance to attack. If anyone in the underground black market is willing to kill Zimu at all costs, it can only be Qingwa."

After obtaining the detective's information, Zhou Li began to ponder. Soon, he raised his head and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tell Zimu, I won't take his life."

Zhou Li's words made the magician stunned for a moment. Before he could start to be happy, Zhou Li's next sentence came into his ears.

"Anyway, Yinjue will do it himself, I'll just watch the show."

Um?!

The magician, detective and other Silver Guards were stunned. They looked at Zhou Li with a confused look on their faces, not knowing what he was saying.

Zimu's identity is quite special. He was a descendant of a founding general, and then entered the Commercial Church to study for a while. Later, he was thrown into an underground air raid shelter by the Commercial Church for opening a casino and ordered him to renovate the underground building. Of course, anyone with discerning eyes knew that this was Yinjue's attempt to build a black market. Although Yinjue successfully built an underground black market with Zimu's identity, because of this, he was forced to hand over some of his rights to make the black market independent.

But because of the further study during that period, everyone knew that Zimu was the spokesperson of Yinjue in the black market. Whether it was the Silver Guards everywhere, or the casinos that paid taxes every year, they all indirectly revealed how close Zimu and Yinjue were to the close relationship. Now, Zhou Li actually said that Yinjue wanted to kill Zimu, which made others confused.

"It's strange?"

Zhou Li said to the magician and the detective with a mocking smile: "Strange why Yinjue attacked Zimu? How did I see it?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

Frowning, the magician asked in confusion: "You just came here and dared to conclude that Silver Lord wanted to kill Zimu? I can't understand."

"Haha, that's right if you don't understand."

Zhou Li laughed, and he looked at the magician deeply, and asked with a sneer, "I caught a child who wanted to sneak attack me. The child told me that Zimu, who was from the big gang, was attacked by a silver-haired woman and was looking for this woman and his partner all over the city. Then, he came to me."

The magician who had just heard this sentence at first did not react at all, and the detective beside him frowned and seemed to notice something. Suddenly, the detective's pupils shrank, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"No, this kid is definitely not Zimu's person!"

The detective grabbed the magician's arm and explained hurriedly: "Zimu didn't know the existence of the brave. He had never said anything about the brave. This child was driving the wolf and swallowing the tiger. He wanted to kill Zimu!"

"Oh."

Zhou Li looked at the two people who gradually understood something, sneered and said sinisterly: "At first, I suspected that it was made by Zimu's enemy, but since you have told me that Zimu's enemy is a brothel, everything is clear."

"How is that possible?!"

Zhou Li didn't say anything, but after the magician thought of Zhou Li's name and the people he had plotted on, he fell into deep suspicion again.

They knew Qingwa, and he was not a smart person at all. He had nothing but brute force and extraordinary courage. His brain was like Magnan's history, but it was useless. Moreover, Qingwa's intelligence system was so bad that he could not know that Zhou Li came, nor would he know that Zimu and Zhou Li's men had a conflict and used it immediately.

Now, there is only one person who has such means and intelligence networks in the entire underground black market.

Silver Lord...really want to kill Zimu?!

"Why…"

The magician fell into deep self-doubt. He couldn't believe that Yin Jue was going to kill Zimu, but in Zhou Li's words, he noticed countless clues pointed to Yin Jue.

The tense atmosphere just now, and the sudden relaxation, coupled with Zhou Li's words, the magician became more and more convinced of Zhou Li's words. Even if Zhou Li didn't say anything, he didn't say anything clearly, and the magician had all figured out everything.

"You can tell that you like the underground black market today."

Zhou Li leaned against the cold walls of the alley, hugged his arms, and said to the magician who looked disbelief with a smile: "This gray area is suitable for you who don't like red tape but don't want to be with those vulgar beasts. If I guess correctly, you and Zimu have a good relationship."

The magician didn't say anything, he just felt a whirlpool gradually spreading from Zimu's body and attacking him.

"Even at the God-given level, don't you dare to fight against Silver Lord?"

Looking at the magician who said nothing in front of him, Zhou Li asked calmly: "Since you want to maintain the current black market, then now someone wants to break the order of the black market. Don't you maintain it? Are you not going to help your good friend Zimu so that he can survive under Yinjue's men?"

The magician was not passionate about Zhou Li's words. On the contrary, as the leader of a firm, he had to calm himself down under such a very impactful truth. He looked at Zhou Li and said in a deep voice: "I can't do it. If Yin Jue really wants to kill Zimu, even if it's me, I can't keep him."

"Yinjue is really that strong?"

Zhou Li snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I have seen a archbishop of a church for too many times. Who is he? "

"Although you and I have some displeasure, I would like to remind you that career level does not represent everything. Sometimes, money can buy a lot of things."

Facing Zhou Li, the magician said solemnly: "The commercial church itself does not have any combat power, and the same is true for Yinjue. However, they have the most powerful intelligence network and mercenary legion in the twelve moments. There are no less than fifty people around Yinjue who are above the demigod level on the surface. I am just an ordinary person from a small firm, purely for my friends to survive. Since Zimu's death will affect us, I want to live."

"Just say it straight, why bother to be so tactful?"

Zhou Li's mouth raised slightly, which was a very perfect curve, just reflecting the two expressions of mockery and disdain. He looked at the magician and whispered: "But do you think if Zimu is to be liquidated, can you escape?"

This sentence is the most worrying thing about magicians. So far, Zimu and their cooperation has never been cut off. Magicians do not believe that Silver Gogh would not know their connection with Zimu. Although most of the Pinkerton detectives are white gloves from the church, for the behemoth of the commercial church, white gloves are the least valuable thing.

"You said this to me not just to remind me, right?"

Zhou Li's face appeared in the magician's eyes and asked calmly: "What do you want to say? You can just say it."

"I just like dealing with smart people."

Zhou Li smiled, smiling happily, "Yinjue wants to kill Zimu and then blame his enemy Qingwa. In this way, Yinjue can completely control the black market and make it his money-making machine. That's what you think, right?"

The magician nodded with a somewhat ugly face. It was obvious that this was the only answer he could think of. Of course, he was still a little doubtful, after all, he didn't know whether the so-called "child" existed or not.

"Then the question is, since you think Zimu cannot compete with Yinjue, and will be easily killed and destroy the order of the entire black market... I have a good idea."

Zhou Li's eyes sank, and he said softly with a devil-like smile:

"I."

"If I replace Zimu, would it be a better choice?"

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"Actually, I am Qingwa's subordinate."

The boy who was hung in the air by black fog but was not abused appeared on his face. He lowered his head and whispered: "Qingwa has always wanted to find someone to kill Zimu, but he has never had any chance. I am his daughter, and I want to kill Zimu for him, so after seeing you and the brave, I want to kill people with a knife."

"Oh? Daughter!"

Aluma sat on the stone pier, her red lips slightly opened, and asked in surprise: "Are you a girl?"

"My name is Qingjiu, and I am Qingwa's daughter."

With her lower lip pursed, the child with short hair and dirty face whispered with a shameful look: "My mother is a dancer. After being attracted by Qingwa, she gave birth to me. When I was two years old, she died of illness. Since then, Qingwa has disliked me very much and always wanted me to leave his side. But this is my home, I don't want to leave. I happened to see you in the morning and wanted to prove myself and kill Zimu."

In just over ten minutes, under the radiance of the kindness and glory of Eluma from the heart, this child who lacks love was quickly broken through his psychological defense and began to repent for why he did this and directly told everything.

"Oh~~"

Aluma sighed lightly, she stretched out her flawless hand and gently stroked the girl's dirty hair. The girl turned her head unnaturally. She didn't want her unclean hair to dye the girl's hands black, but she was nostalgic for the warm feeling, and she rubbed it involuntarily, and a happy look appeared on her face.

"Arthur..."

Daqi, who woke up early and lost most of his strength, moved towards Arthur. He looked at Eluma, whose attention was not on his group, and said softly to Arthur: "I have an idea."

"Your idea has already made Mika smell his butt, and we almost became corpses. What other unique ideas do you have not taken out? Let me open my eyes."

Arthur collapsed on the ground, maintaining his corpse posture while complaining about Dutch without mercy. Dutch tsk, he looked around and said anxiously:

"I feel that Zhou Li is not a good person. I have no ability to see this woman and I don't have any guns. We ran away now, and they can't catch us."

"What about John?"

Arthur was a little moved, but looked at John who was unconscious on the side and said trickyly: "We cannot leave John."

"I know, so I have another idea."

Dutch looked around, then said to Arthur mysteriously:

"We can hold this woman hostage and let that man return John to us. Don't worry, our camp is full of women and can take care of her."
Chapter completed!