The three-color iris, which has been dormant and declining since the time of the wise king, has once again grown its branches and buds.

The dungeon became completely quiet.

"I lived through those days and I know what kind of person Turnbull is."

Lausanne II spoke calmly:

"Yes, in order to survive, to be safe, and to achieve his goals, he has never hesitated to turn to backers like Kevin Deere to seek shelter and support from powerful people."

When necessary, he does not hesitate to beg for mercy and act humble.

Be willing to be used or even discarded.

"But trust me."

Lausanne II raised his eyes.

"In the entire Blood Bottle Gang," the killer said coldly, "no one despises those big shots who are born noble more than him."

It's not jealousy.

Not a deep-seated hatred.

Not actual hatred.

But contempt.

From the deepest part of the soul - contempt.

A beggar can hate the king, but he cannot despise the king - no matter how much he claims that he does not care about everything the king has.

Only another king, or even a higher being, can truly speak from the soul...

Contempt the king.

Belicia's expression changed, and she fell into deep thought.

"Therefore, I know that he will never easily get involved in what you call a noble infighting, or even choose sides and become a pawn, let alone charge into battle and die for the benefit of any big shot."

That's not his... habit.

Lausanne II thought of something and clenched his remaining fists:

"Because he is so shrewd and sophisticated."

He knows very well how to assess the situation, how to control the situation, how to bend and stretch freely among various powers to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, and how to deal with the fatal power struggle to protect himself - whether facing the sun sword and shield, or the three-color iris.

The killer sneered:

"Even the more chaotic and chaotic the situation is, the more he can sniff out opportunities, make the right bets, and profit from them, soaring upward——"

Speaking of this, Lausanne II suddenly paused.

He found that Belicia was giggling.

"why are you laughing?"

Belicia shook her finger and glanced at him.

"I'm thinking, as a murder tool that you don't necessarily see him a few times a year as a paid agent, you unexpectedly know him well."

Lausanne II was silent.

yes.

But that's why.

Precisely because he was Turnbull's tool for killing people.

Precisely because he only needs it when killing people.

So he knew clearly when and for what reason Turnbull would decide who to kill, including how.

Whether to make a decisive decision immediately or wait for the time to act.

A breath of anger is a deal.

Killing the enemy in front of you is still a potential threat.

Is it clean and tidy or grand?

There is no better way to understand a person, especially a wicked person.

but……

"I knew him before he became rich," the vampire killer said quietly, "much earlier than you think."

But it's not something to be proud of.

Belicia didn't pay attention to the complicated emotions in this sentence and just snorted coldly.

"The Black Street Brotherhood."

Lausanne II's eyes moved.

"There are countless gangs like this popping up across the country every year. In the end, they either die, disperse, or surrender to the Blood Bottle Gang."

Belicia said coldly:

"But have you ever thought about why only the Brotherhood, which had just made its fortune in those days, and when they broke up with the Blood Bottle Gang, not only survived the most dangerous years, escaped several crises of destruction, but also took root in Yongxing City

It has grown so much that you have to kill people yourself?"

Lausanne II frowned slightly.

He raised his eyes from the damp and smelly ground and looked at the woman.

"You said that I had at least two opportunities to kill Black Sword, but you informed me of them in advance..."

"Yes, but why?"

Belicia interrupted him unceremoniously:

"At that time, the Blood Bottle Gang was very powerful, and Turnbull gathered a large number of warriors with supernatural powers. On the other hand, the scum of the Brotherhood, even now, are neither reliable nor popular."

She narrowed her eyes:

"I was a bitch who only knew how to get along with men. What's the point of taking the risk of venting to them?"

Lausanne II was stunned.

Belicia's tone changed, with malicious guidance:

"Or, whose order did I receive?"

The vampire killer didn't respond. He just stared blankly at this old acquaintance with complicated emotions.

"Really," a few seconds later, Belicia lowered her head and sighed as if she was regretful, "you said you knew him very well."

he.

At that moment, Lausanne II's breath froze.

Looking at the other party's seemingly cunning but actually cruel eyes, he understood something.

"Turnbull."

He spoke softly.

Belicia chuckled, turned and paced.

"You also said that no one is smarter than him, and no one is more sophisticated than him," the woman's voice was still steady, but her expression was subtle and complicated, "Then you should know that in order to achieve his goal, he can do anything

What an incredible thing."

Lausanne II was speechless.

"Obviously, that smart-aleck old wall lamp believes that in the eyes of the big shots in Kongming Palace, if the Blood Bottle Gang, as black gloves and hounds, wants to survive and thrive, and wants to continue to pick out bones from their hands, then

One company cannot be the only one, it cannot have smooth sailing, and it cannot have no competitors.”

Competitors who are predictable and more controllable.

"But you know, those who work in this industry are either forced by life or have numerous criminal records. They are all the most unlucky guys at the bottom of all walks of life. How high can their quality be? What qualifications do they have to join the Blood Bottle Gang or Kevin Di?

Is your black glove competition under the scrutiny of the big shots?"

Belicia blocked the light, took out another cigarette and brought it to the light.

"So in those years, those opponents who were indulged or even indirectly supported by the old gang leader, from the Spice Gang to the Iron Bat Club, from the Blade Bandits - you should be familiar with them, some people were killed by you - to the Yankee Gangsters

, various criminal gangs claiming to challenge the Blood Bottle Gang, most of them are pursuing profit and short-sightedness, they gather and disperse, and then disperse..."

The cigarette was lit, and Belicia's eyes were sharp.

"And none of them has gone as far as the Black Sword, as far as the Brotherhood."

He endured the well-placed blows and injuries from the Blood Bottle Gang.

Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

"Yes, Turnbull, he created the Black Sword, created the Brotherhood," Belicia turned her wrist and took a puff of cigarette gracefully, "created your destined opponent."

and his own tomb.

Lausanne II said nothing for a long time.

Belicia was not in a hurry, she just stood by the wall and smoked silently.

"I paid him back."

"Um?"

Lausanne II's voice sounded in the darkness, without any ripples:

"The second pursuit failed. I reported to Turnbull and admitted that it was my poor execution that made Black Sword inexplicably alert and managed to escape."

No, that's a big fluke.

Belicia laughed loudly.
To be continued...