Dark Demon Warlock

The Remo family is one of the big and small gangs in the outer city. It is medium-sized and belongs to the next level of the Red Scorpion Gang and the West Sea Club. It is mainly engaged in aquatic business and controls fishermen in several streets. The main mode is to buy all kinds of seafood from fishermen at a low price, and then sell them at a high price, without even bothering to process them themselves, which is simple and crude, and lacks technical content.

Thanks to the rapid development of Pudera City after its reconstruction, their business is really good and their income is very considerable.

As soon as you enter the aquatic product market, the 10 stalls on the right hand side are all theirs.

They'd figured it out when Jim Thomson came in.

This confidant of Major Moore Lane, who doesn't know anyone who hangs out at Sigrid Pier?

"Lieutenant Thomson, do you need anything?" Seeing him coming, Mark Benson, who was tall and thick, with a sail pattern tattooed on his forearm, nodded and asked courteously.

Jim Thomson ignored him, but handed out an "order" directly.

"5 albacore fish over 1 meter, 7 deep-sea crabs over 10kg, 7 lobsters over 20cm, and 15 oysters the size of a fist, delivered 3 times a day." On the basis of Yate, Jim Thomson Added some more.

There's no reason Art should eat so well and not help Major Lane improve his life.

It seems that Art borrowed the name of Major Ryan, but would the Remo family dare to find Major Ryan?

Besides, Art is the culprit.

If it wasn't for Yate's already demanding too hard, he would like to add some more.

He is not qualified to have in-depth contact with the Chamber of Commerce at Sigrid Pier, but he knows a rough idea of ​​the income of these gangs.

Just stuck in the amount that the Remo family can accept.

"I'm calling the shots, and I'll send a salmon over 40cm free!" Mark Benson thought it was an order that fell from the sky, and said happily.

"These are all given away for free!" Jim Thomson said lightly.

"What?" Mark Benson exclaimed, his eyes puffed up, and his cheeks and neck turned red visibly.

"Lieutenant, why is that?"

"We don't give a penny less than what we should normally give!"

"The quantity you want is too large, we can't supply it at all."

While asking the reason, he shied away, and at the same time made a gesture to the side.

The person standing by another booth quietly left.

Go find the boss!

Jim Thomson's title, though modest, represented Moore Lane.

"Major Lane invited a guest, and the other party asked to eat your seafood." What should be done must be done, but for the sake of the other party's usual filial piety, Jim Thomson reminded.

Mark Benson's expression suddenly became uglier.

A situation I don't want to see the most!

When he tried to ask the other party's identity, Jim Thomson remained silent.

"Get ready for the noon portion first!" After leaving such a password, he left directly.

Mark Benson stood there in a daze for nearly 10 seconds before asking the "family members" to prepare the noon share with a look of resentment.

Moore Lane controls the order of the entire Sigrid Wharf, including this market, and one word is enough to kick them out.

They can find someone to negotiate, but they cannot refuse to implement.

No matter how aggrieved.

At the entrance, Malcolm Thackeray and John Kenan looked full of melons.

"What did I say, there will definitely be a follow-up!"

"Who is that guy, how can Baron Ryan help him out?"

"Find an opportunity to inquire."

The way the two whispered did not attract attention, and almost everyone around them was eating melons.

After calming down for a while, Mark Benson finally remembered the two of them.

After Jim Thomson came, chat with them both for a while!

After Mark Benson paid a news fee of 10 gold shields, the two told him the crux of the problem, and then enjoyed his expressions.

Suddenly red, blue, white, gnashing teeth for a while, beating your head in annoyance for a while, and dejected for a while... That's a wonderful thing.

Mark Benson didn't expect that, just because he was in a bad mood today, when he saw a tender-faced young man picking and choosing from the booth, he intentionally played tricks on him, but it ended in such a disaster!

Maybe the Remo family can find someone to mediate, but for him, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

Even so, he didn't dare to think otherwise.

An hour later, the third leader, Bart Remo, arrived.

The Remo family was founded by the three Remo brothers. Bart Remo is the third child. He is 41 years old this year. He has blue eyes and brown hair. He has clear cheekbones.

All the hair on the sides and back of the head was shaved off, leaving only the middle hair combed to the right and fixed with pomade, making her look even colder.

A calf-length black coat, a single-breasted wool suit with a wide lapel, and a vest with 6 buttons and 2 pockets inside the open suit jacket. A brass pocket watch chain is hung on the pocket of the vest. Blue striped shirt with detachable collar, solid color knit tie, a pierced collar pin to support the tie and keep the collar stiff. Mid-calf lace-up leather boots to prevent water seepage.

It has to be said that she was full of aura, as soon as she showed up, she stabilized people's hearts.

The members of the Remo family gathered around him quickly.

"What's the situation?" The reason is still unclear.

"It's my fault." Mark Benson told the whole story with a pale face, without any bias.

"Have you delivered everything?" After Bart Remo heard this, his breath became colder and colder, but instead of being furious as expected, he asked first.

"Send it over." Mark Benson trembled slightly, and replied in a low voice.

"You go back first, Hunter, and you come to replace him." Bart Remo arranged.

"Yes!" The two responded in unison.

Bart Remo stopped for a moment, as if thinking about something.

Around a dozen rough, not-so-good guys, none of them made a sound and waited quietly.

"Let's go get busy. After lunch, I'll make an appointment with Second Lieutenant Thomson." Ten seconds later, Bart Remo said.

Not right now.

The crowd parted, leaving one man behind him.

"What about those two?" Bart Remo was going to chat with the two soldiers on duty that Mark Benson mentioned.

"Going to eat." The subordinate replied.

Bart Remo nodded and walked out of the aquatic market.

...

Yate was arranged in a small courtyard.

Avoid contact with others.

The environment is not bad, and the area is larger than the house he rented.

In the living room, there is a dining table more than 2 meters long, and he is cutting albacore sashimi by himself.

I haven't learned it, but there are killing skills and war blade skills in the inheritance of the Son of Night, which are just for practice.

Jim Thomson looked on.

At the beginning, his movements were clumsy, as if he didn't know where to start, like a complete novice.

But soon the movements became smooth, silky, and even pleasing to the eye!