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179 Silver Fox Company greets you

The splendid ballroom was full of women wearing scantily clad clothes. Men were having fun among these women, and everything was filled with laughter.

It seems that no one here knows about the Battle of Bunas that just ended a week ago, nor does it know that in that war, due to the emergence of automatic weapons, thousands of soldiers were easily massacred within a few hours.

What they don't even know is that howitzers have dominated war, and the world today has become turbulent.

The people here are still intoxicated with life and death. Everything outside the window seems to have nothing to do with them. They only care about their money bags and how to take off women's skirts tonight.

The candles were swaying, reflecting a sickly light on the bright glass. Some men and women couldn't wait to start misbehaving in the corner, while some were still holding wine glasses and shouting at the women who were dancing and screaming.

cheer.

This is the largest dance hall in the city of King Leyte, and it is also the place that men want to come to most. However, those who can enter here are all dignitaries in the true sense, and they are all wealthy businessmen and guests from the richest side.

Because the man who runs this place has a great background.

"Yesterday, a guy who claimed to be from the Black Iron Company came to me and talked about cooperation... I don't know how there could be such a sick person in the royal city." A well-dressed man held up his hands.

With the wine in the bottle, he sat on the long sofa.

On the other side of the sofa, there was a man sitting. He had a big beard, was wearing more expensive clothes, and was holding a very enchanting beauty in his arms.

The man sneered and mocked the men around him with disdain: "You mean those idiots from the countryside? They don't understand the rules here at all, and they don't know who has the final say here! Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" His words caused a burst of ridicule, and all these men and women, who knew their origins at first sight, laughed contemptuously.

"You can't say that, Mr. Woodrow, they are very rich, and they buy almost everything in the royal city. And... they also sell many good things, and they also opened a very interesting casino outside the city." The man reminded.

Looking at the gang leader Woodrow sitting at the head, he poured himself some more red wine.

There were some words that he didn't finish because the other party was also very powerful and seemed to have a very powerful background, so he only spoke half of the words.

"I know everything you said! I have already sent people to destroy that casino! You must set rules for the unruly bastards!" Woodrow shook the wine in his hand with a gloomy face and said in a bad tone.

As he spoke, he pinched the beautiful woman in his arms angrily. Obviously his actions hurt the beautiful woman, but the beautiful woman did not dare to struggle and could only let the other person do whatever he wanted on her body.

After all, the person holding her was Woodrow, the leader of the largest gang in the Wright Kingdom, and the man who ruled the dark night of this kingdom.

Most of the casinos and brothels in the entire kingdom are in his hands, and his income can be described as a million dollars a day. If it hadn't been for the recent changes in Bunas, he would have made even more than he does now.

Moreover, he has countless followers, controls the underground business transactions of the entire kingdom, and even has business dealings with many nobles, so everyone is very afraid of him.

It can be said that in some aspects, Woodrow's words were more effective than Wright VII's, and his behavior was more unscrupulous.

At this time, a thug came over, bent down and reported to Woodrow: "Sir, a man who claims to be the manager of Black Iron Company wants to see you."

Woodrow put down his wine glass and looked at the other party: "Oh? Are they coming?"

"Yes! He came alone and he was very clean." The thug continued to report in a low voice.

Woodrow nodded slightly, then waved his hand to indicate that his men could go out: "Let them in, gentlemen...I may kill someone in a while! Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" After hearing his words, some wealthy businessmen and local gangsters present laughed one after another, as if they had heard what a funny joke.

Soon, a man wearing a suit specially customized by Bunas walked in. He was a middle-aged man who looked very energetic.

After he walked in, he nodded slightly and introduced himself to everyone present: "Hello everyone. I am the manager of a small company from Bunas. I heard that if you want to do business in the royal city, you must come and visit.

You, that's why I came and brought you a generous gift."

"It's not easy to do business here." A fat man with big ears interjected while hugging the woman.

After he finished speaking, many people laughed, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man who came alone with contempt.

Woodrow waited for the laughter to subside before speaking to the middle-aged man: "I have the final say here... That's right. You just came here and you need to know some rules. I don't have time to tell you the rules now!

Kneel down, lick my shoes, and then get out! This way you can save your life tonight and feel good about finding a few ruined flowers in the meanest alley... But you must leave early the next morning

, or I will smash your head with a musket!"

"Hahahaha!" Laughter came from all directions again, and the middle-aged man from Bunas also laughed a few times with some familiarity.

However, after everyone had laughed, he continued to ask: "Mr. Woodrow, do you really not want to take a look at this generous gift I brought you?"

His persistence made Woodrow restrain his smile. He stared at the young man fiercely and scolded coldly: "You are the first one who dares to talk to me like this! Boy! I don't like what you gave me.

Of any gift, I prefer to keep it with your right hand!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, unbuttoned his suit with some regret, and put his hand under his armpit: "Okay... Silver Fox Company greets you, Mr. Woodrow."

"Huh?" Woodrow frowned. At this moment, an unpleasant feeling suddenly came over him, making his back feel cold.

The next second, under everyone's gaze, the middle-aged man pulled out a black, extremely sophisticated pistol and pointed it at Woodrow's head.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, the middle-aged man pulled the trigger before anyone around him could react.

"Bang!" The pistol made a crisp sound, and a bullet penetrated Woodrow's forehead. Then, the bullet shattered inside Woodrow's skull, pierced the back of his head, and destroyed his brain.

A ribbon of blood flew out and sprayed on the back of the sofa behind Woodrow.

As if to ensure that Woodrow would never die again, the middle-aged man continuously pulled the trigger, and gunshots were fired one after another, echoing throughout the ballroom: "Bang! Baht!"

In addition to the first shot that penetrated Woodrow's head, the second and third shots penetrated Woodrow's heart and lungs respectively. Even in the 21st century, there was no way to save the victim after being shot three times in front of the hospital.

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The music in the hall suddenly stopped, and what was left was a panic. Finally someone reacted, and the first one shouted loudly: "Quick! Stop him! He killed Mr. Woodrow!"

At this time, Woodrow slowly fell back to the back of the sofa and sat on his back, staring at the carved ceiling.

"Damn it! Someone is here! Kill him!" On the side, the fat businessman who had just laughed was holding the woman in front of his chest and yelled at the top of his lungs.

Along with the fat man's scream, the door of the ballroom was violently opened from the outside. A group of strong men armed with lever rifles knocked away two Woodrow's thugs, and hit a man who wanted to run with the butt of his rifle.

face.

"Bah! This is the gift from Silver Fox Company to everyone!" He waved his hand and shot the fat businessman's head. The man in the middle sat next to Woodrow's body and picked up the words on the rim of the cup.

The wine glass with red lip marks looked at the beauty on the other side of the body: "Do you mind?"

The beauty shook her head crazily, and the middle-aged man smiled, raised his glass and took a sip: "This place will be the property of Silver Fox Company from now on! Who is in favor? Who is against?"

"Bang!" One of Woodrow's men wanted to resist, but was shot by a strong man and fell in the middle of the dance floor.

"Bang!" Just as another Woodrow's man wanted to pull out the flintlock gun on his waist, he was shot by another bald man holding a revolver, and he struggled and fell in the middle of the booth.

Finally, someone realized that the opponent's force value seemed to far exceed theirs: "They have guns! And they are much more powerful than Cyric's flintlock! Damn it!"

"Don't shoot! I'm just here to dance!" Then, the voice begging for mercy came out, and some merchants hiding behind the sofa quickly made their stance clear and shouted.

"Ah! Stop fighting!" There was also a woman squatting on the ground holding her head, screaming hysterically: "Help!"

"You killed Mr. Woodrow! Are you crazy! Do you know who he is? You will soon know the consequences! You will be hanged in the water dungeon, your family will be killed, your daughter

..." A thug who was trampled on the ground threatened desperately, trying to find a way out for himself.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he was shot to death on the floor.

"Mr. Woodrow is the nephew of the Kingdom's Finance Minister! You are in trouble." The man who just spoke to Woodrow glanced at the middle-aged man sitting next to Woodrow's body and warned.

"No, we never cause trouble, we are just here to do business." The middle-aged man picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining wine in one gulp.


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