Chapter 865: The Unspoken Rules of the Underground World

Eating the slightly spicy mutton burrito, Henry silently observed Wahid's every move, and soon he discovered that this vicious restaurant owner was definitely a ruthless character before, especially his right thumb always subconsciously Bending hard, it can be seen from the habit of holding a dagger or short sword for a long time.

According to Robert, only a real murderer would press his thumb on the side of the dagger, so that the angle of the stab could be adjusted at any time to achieve a fatal blow.

As for the twin brothers, they have obviously undergone professional training. Not only are their bodies covered with well-proportioned muscles, but they are also used to using only one hand when eating, while the other hand is carefully placed under the table. In case of emergencies, you can lift the table to block in front of you at any time.

"Mr. Wahid, if it's convenient, can you tell me what you were mainly responsible for in the Scorpion Guild?" Henry asked tentatively after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Hahahaha! It's not inconvenient, anyway, people in this area basically know what I did before." Wahid stroked the bushy beard on his chin and laughed. "It can be said that I have done everything related to gangs. Snatching sites, teaching dishonest gangsters, managing pickpockets and wandering warblers, operating underground casinos, and of course killing people when necessary. Why do you ask this? Don't you really know? Do you want to run a guild?"

Henry smiled and spread his hands: "Why not? I am very interested in the underground forces in Calimport, and I am planning to do something here. I believe you have also seen that the so-called Phantom Guild is completely vulnerable. I am planning to Take out their chief if you get a chance and keep it for yourself, and you'll get rid of the embarrassing restaurateur-cook I'm sure has been for so long. You'll be dying to get back on the streets."

After hearing this sentence, Wahid's face changed slightly, and he immediately warned seriously: "Don't do this! Although I can see that you are a capable young man, and you are not joking, please Remember, Calimport's guilds don't play like this. Although it looks chaotic on the surface, there is a set of rules that everyone obeys behind the scenes, and those who don't follow the rules no matter how much they behave at first Strong, and finally died without exception."

"Oh? You mean that there is an invisible big hand controlling the underground forces in Calimport?" Henry leaned forward slightly. asked with bright eyes.

Obviously, there is only one organization in the entire Calimshan region that can do this, and that is the Talisman Society!

He never expected that the clues would come so fast and so suddenly, and he caught the little tails of these undead spellcasters with almost no effort. After all, the gang has always been the tentacles of the intelligence network, and the other party will definitely attach great importance to it.

Seeing Henry's slightly excited expression, Wahid knew that the other party took what he just said seriously, so he sighed helplessly: "Hey...it seems that you haven't realized the seriousness of this matter. You know Why did the Scorpions disband? Just because of one person! A letter! Our ambitious boss cut his own throat with a dagger! That weird scene makes my scalp tingle when I think about it now!"

"Cut your own throat with a dagger? That's a very creative way to die." Henry's mouth curled up. A playful smile appeared, followed by a nod to the restaurant owner. "I see what you mean, but it's totally within the rules if you have someone big behind you. Right?"

The bizarre death of the leader of the Scorpion Society is very similar to what happened to Ali. He could guess without thinking that it must be the handiwork of the Magic Talisman Society, so he decided to follow the so-called rules first, at least not to act rashly until he found the owner of the Talisman.

"Of course big people have some privileges, but it depends on how powerful the person standing behind you is."

Seeing that the young man in front of him did not plan to act recklessly, Wahid finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to test Henry's family background. Although he no longer wanted to swallow his anger and run this low-profit black restaurant, it was absolutely impossible for him to agree to the other party's solicitation with just a few words.

Just when Henry was about to say something. Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, followed by a masked thief rushing in.

However, he didn't intend to do anything. Instead, he bowed very respectfully: "Your Excellency Hamid asked me to bring you a message. He has decided to act first. This letter contains the information you need."

"Thank you, tell His Excellency Hamid for me, before it gets dark today, he will know where the escaped gladiators are. Of course, there are also the names of the traitors." After speaking, Henry took the letter from the thief, and then did A gesture of please. He had expected that the vicious old man would never sit still, and it was inevitable to choose to take the initiative.

"Please don't worry, I will convey this sentence verbatim." The masked thief bowed again, turned around and ran out quickly.

He shook the letter in his hand. Henry smiled and said to Wahid: "Look, this is my backstage. Hamid, the contractor of the Eastern Arena, I believe he must have a lot of energy."

"Damn it! You are meddling in the grievances between the two big arenas?!"

As a former guild leader, Wahid has a news channel unknown to others, so he knows very well what happened to the gladiator riots that have been raging recently, and he also understands the fate of being involved in it, so he so surprised. He didn't understand where the young man in front of him had the guts to take on such a commission.

"Don't worry, this is really a little trouble, and it will be resolved before dawn tomorrow. You can think about the suggestion just now, I have to get to work. Also, your lamb burritos are quite delicious, but such a superb It's a pity to use a knife to cut mutton." After speaking, Henry stood up and waved to the girl, then patted Ares who was eating hard, and walked towards the door without looking back.

He knew that Wahid would not easily turn to him until he solved Hamid's troubles. This middle-aged man who looked like a thug had a delicate and calm heart, otherwise he would have been beaten to death by his enemies long ago, and he was just right. Because of this, he is definitely the best candidate to manage the guild.

After throwing down a few gold coins in a hurry, Fatini trotted up with her purse in her arms. Ares even stuffed his mouth full of mutton burritos, and followed him with his big buttocks twisting and twisting.

Watching the two and the bear disappear at the end of the street, Aliyi plucked up the courage to ask his father: "Dad! Why didn't you agree to come down? The man just now looked pretty good, and he was not stingy. Just look at the little wild cat's appearance now." , He must be very good to his subordinates. Get rid of that sissy Balk who relies on slapping his ass (eyes), and then we will be big shots in the new guild. I have had enough of this life of swallowing!"

"That's right! Dad! When I think of that bastard Omer showing off his power, I can't get angry." Akailam also stood up and helped.

Seeing the menacing appearance of the two sons, Wahid patted his chest covered with black hair and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! You two brats are really hot-tempered, just like me when I was young. Well, I promise you, if the guy named Boyce just now can really solve the troubles in the East End arena, I will worship him as the boss and get rid of Balk, that fart (eye) sissy."

"Long live! Finally, I don't have to serve dishes anymore!"

"Hey! If I become the leader, the first thing I will do is to find a few burly men and take turns to "serve" Omer."

The twin brothers yelled and punched each other, and happily walked into the kitchen to help. For teenagers of their age, they are always full of dreams and passions, unwilling to be ordinary, and eager to make some achievements and win the respect or fear of others.

"It's really worrying, I hope the little wild cat didn't miss it this time..." Wahid picked up the pipe and smelled the residual tobacco smell, muttering to himself.

Due to the loss of the high income of the gang leader, he could no longer afford expensive tobacco, so he could only take it out and smell it to satisfy his greed.

Henry was right, he missed the days when he wandered the streets, the feeling of cutting the enemy's throat with a sharp knife, and even more missed the days when he could get whatever he wanted...

At the same time, Fatini, who was walking on the street against the scorching sun, complained listlessly: "I said, dear young master, how long will this kind of aimless walking around last? If you don't stop for a while, Your beautiful and lovely maid is about to faint!"

"maid?"

Henry glanced at the girl sticking out her tongue and desperately fanning the fan, and immediately laughed and teased: "Aha! I can't believe that you even know that you are a maid. It's incredible! You know, A qualified maid will never act disrespectful under any circumstances, and she cannot complain aloud, and completely obeys the master's orders. Excuse me, young lady, which of these things have you done?"

"Damn! Can't you shut up and listen to my complaints? Don't you northern nobles always flaunt gentlemanly demeanor and be gentle and considerate to women?" Fadini rolled her eyes without showing any weakness launched a counterattack.

Although she knew very well that she would definitely not be able to get any advantage in the end of such bickering, but she didn't know why, but she just couldn't control her tongue.

"Sorry, I don't really like to listen to other people's complaints. Besides, the gentleman's demeanor is aimed at gentle and elegant ladies, not a savage little wild cat like you. Okay, bear with me a little longer, after I read the contents of this letter Take you to a cool place." After speaking, Henry stroked the girl's hair.

In fact, what Hamid sent was just a list, which recorded the people and forces who might be involved in this matter. Among them, several guys who were suspected of being the key were marked with red ink, the most obvious being a hidden The leader of the ratman gang in the sewer is called Banta, a sinister and cunning villain, and it is said that he is also a druid.

Those big rats in the Eastern Arena were most likely manipulated by this guy. Of course, it is also possible that he raised it... (to be continued ~^~)