Oak Fist checked the address with a street lamp, which he wrote on a blank sheet of paper a few hours ago. "No. 178." He murmured to himself, squinting his eyes at the door number. The members of the mercenary group followed a few steps away, holding weapons in their hands and hiding in the burqa, always keeping alert.

Lauz belongs to the wealthy area of ​​King's Landing. Although it is not in King's Landing, Oak Fist and his men came all the way from the city by rail. There are clean and neat small houses arranged in the streets and alleys, and most of the residents are businessmen and senior technicians. The street lights are bright and patrols are patrolling on time on every street. Oak Fist can't help but suspect that he has come to the wrong place.

It was really not a good place to kill people, he thought, but he quickly changed his mind - the street in front was pitch black, and when he approached, he found that several street lights were out, or they might have been deliberately extinguished. He counted along the door number and felt at ease, so he left the road, headed straight to the target, and knocked on the front door three times. There was no light in the house, but there was no sign of being abandoned from the outside.

A crack was opened at the front door, and he and the mercenaries immediately got in. Everyone else was waiting in the living room, the oak fist was grabbed by someone, led into the aisle, and came to the inner room. A match burned and the candle was lit.

Above the candlelight is a strange face.

"I'm glad to meet you, the Electro Monk."

"I hope I'm not late."

“The other guests have not arrived yet.”

"Very good. I want to hear their plan of action with my own ears." Oak Fist's eyes adapted to the light, and he looked around and found himself in a small kitchen with floors and cabinets that proved it. There was a man sitting on something that looked like a desk, holding a pipe in his mouth but not igniting it.

The man was not tall, of medium figure, and had a good figure. Because he or she was hidden in a hooded burqa and had no beard on her mouth, the oak fist could not tell the difference between men and women, even if the man had a pipe in his mouth, it was difficult to see his appearance clearly in the dark candlelight.

"You are the middlemen?" Oak Fist asked.

"Yes. I and that stupid bird," the man sitting added. Oak Fist had no idea of ​​the other person's gender, because when he spoke, it was like a choir stuffed into the clothes.

The man still lowered his head when he spoke, and his only action was to sort out his long black coat to show respect for the guests, and to dust off the front. The guy who was called "Silly Bird" was now looking at the oak fist at this time, his eyes were slowly turning up and down - judging and weighing. This way, the monk felt like someone was scratching him through his shoes.

"Damn the barber," Oak Fist said indignantly. However, his expression was well managed, and the emotions in his heart did not affect rational judgment. "It is all for the glory of my God."

He knew the purpose of his trip: to rescue or simply kill the dwarf investigator. It was difficult, so he needed some special help, and the barbers could help him. The barbers knew that Oak Fist was not more than most King's Landers, but this did not prevent him from recognizing the other party's skills.

It is rumored that while the order of the scales of the eternal order was adopted as the code, the organization "Barbers" also took root here. They were a group of speculators hiding in the dark, and their members were of different origins: Ramsey, native humans, came to the alien plane of King Landing through portals, and even some magicians from Dwarf Island.

Barbers are just a code name. They do not rely on taking care of their hair and beards for their customers. The business these people are mainly engaged in is to spy on competitors' information for businessmen and solve some enemies that cannot be dealt with by normal means. Of course, barbers also have their own industry guidelines: absolutely test the tolerance of the Yongxu Scale Chamber of Commerce.

However, this principle seems to be no longer being followed. The reason is very simple. The leader who controls the barber has replaced him. This is what happened some time ago. After Oak Fist and the slaughter dock caused those big events, within two days, several senior barbers of the barber were all shuffled, and the new barber picked up their scissors and aprons.

The new leader even spoke: "As long as the money is given, the barber can make any hairstyle for customers." In other words, they seem to have abandoned the creed of the past and become much more courageous. Many people who have hired barbers speculated that the reason why barbers would undergo a "bloody change of leadership" was that behind the scenes there were some people who were hostile to King's Landing City.

However, those speculations had nothing to do with Oak Fist. He just knew that when he sent someone to ask him whether he could assassinate some prisoners who were about to be tried by the Eternal Scale Chamber of Commerce on his behalf, the new barber did not refuse - they gave a list of quotes.

So, when he came to King's Landing City and filled his stomach in the demon's aura tavern, Oak Fist took the last bus to Lauz as agreed before and held a meeting with the middleman of the barber. Although the barber had a good reputation before, in order to ensure that his plan could be implemented smoothly, he still had to listen to what those people would do.

"Do you want to listen to the action plan?" The barber, code-named Stupid Bird, curled his lips, as if offended by Oak Fist's request just now. "This is not in line with the rules..."

"The money will be given in place." Oak Fist raised his right hand, holding a deerskin suitcase in his hand.

The stupid bird immediately changed into a flattering face, "...but it has always been our purpose to do our best to serve customers. Since you want to listen to those boring details, we are naturally happy to talk." As he spoke, he stretched out his palms.

Put the box on these two palms that looked like chicken claws, Oak fist turned his hand and watched the other party open the box lid to check the real money inside. The "slam" sound lasted for only a few seconds, and the stupid bird closed the box lid again. The corners of his mouth raised up and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile.

"The barbers are already having a meeting," the stupid bird took out a beer glass made of wood from the cabinet, handed it to the oak fist in front of him, and then clamped his palms to his ear, "You can listen to what they are planning for yourself."

The oak fist did as he picked up the wooden cup and realized that a thin wire was connected to the bottom of the cup. At the same time, outside the kitchen window, a two-story building opposite the street, also lit up candles. But not long after, the window in the building was pulled up to curtains to avoid being peeked by malicious eyes.

"Is it them?" Oak Fist listened quietly, "The barbers who are going to perform the mission this time are all the Japanese people."
Chapter completed!