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As soon as Lumian returned to the second floor, she saw Charlie pacing outside her door.

"Oh, you didn't dream about it again, did you? I got nervous when you suddenly showed up at my door like that, you know?" Lumian greeted him, half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.

He was still resentful that Charlie had gone to find him instead of going to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church.

Charlie glanced at the stairwell and said in a low voice, "There seems to be some noise on the Fourth Floor?"

"His hearing is still working fine," Lumian remarked. "There was definitely some noise; I threw Wilson off the building."

"Huh?" Charlie looked bewildered again.

Two seconds later, he realized he was talking to Library:

"Which Wilson? The one from the Stinger Gang, the one who asked Miss Ethanisse for money?"

"Yes." Lumian nodded frankly.

Charlie initially looked at him with an "Oh, I see" expression, then blurted out in astonishment, "You threw him off the building?"

Which floor?

"The Fourth Floor," Lumian replied with a smile.

Charlie's mouth opened little by little, forgetting to close it.

"You're not kidding, are you?" After a few breaths, he finally regained his composure and asked nervously.

Lumian pointed to the room opposite:

"If you don't believe me, go check out that alley behind. That guy's like Cockroach; he didn't even die from falling like that."

"..." Charlie looked at Lumian again with the same gaze he had when they first met, and discovered that this mischievous, daring, and intelligent friend had a side that he knew nothing about.

There seemed to be no law in his eyes, coldness emanated from his bones, and the Vocabulary "fear" was absent from his mind. He actually threw a living person off the Fourth Floor, and that person was the leader of the Stinger Gang!

Isn't he afraid of death?

Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Stinger Gang?

This reminded Charlie of what Charles had done when he held his Dagger to his throat when Suzanne Matisse threatened him.

Charlie had previously thought this was mainly blackmail, a form of intimidation, but now he suspected that if Suzanne Matisse refused to compromise, Charles might actually stab him in the back.

Of course, his weapon was definitely not some kind of "Cursed Blade".

The next second, Charlie glanced around, then lowered his voice again and said, "Are you... are you crazy? The Stinger Gang are not to be trifled with!"

"Why don't you move to another place right away? Moving out of the Market District should solve the problem."

He felt that no matter how crazy or legally naive Charles was, he was someone who had genuinely helped him, and he had to remind him that he was in a dangerous situation and needed to escape immediately.

Lumian smiled:

"Our Savoie Gang is not to be trifled with either."

"Uh..." Charlie suddenly felt that things might not be as he thought.

Lumian opened the door to Room 207, saying as he entered, "From now on, the ' Golden Rooster Inn ' is our Savoie Gang's Territory. Those Stinger Gang, if one comes, I'll throw him away."

Was it the Savoie Gang that sent Charles to deal with Wilson? Charlie suddenly realized, and felt half relieved.

Since it was the Savoie Gang that provoked Provocation, they must have a way to deal with the Stinger Gang' counterattack, so there's no need for an unemployed poor man like him to worry about it.

Lumian closed the suitcase containing several changes of clothes and Aurora's Witchcraft Notes, pushed it under the bed, and used the sheet to cover it up. Then she sat up and said to Charlie, "If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I went to the Breeze Ballroom."

"Okay, okay." After Charlie Lumian disappear at the top of the stairs, Charlie suddenly remembered something.

What will happen to Miss Ethanisse next?

Is it a matter of joining the Savoie Gang, or is it possible to buy one's own way out?

Market Avenue, Breeze Ballroom.

Lumian sat down at the bar, tapped the table, and said, "A ' Lover ' drink, a serving of Mashed Potatoes, a serving of veal slices with Lard, a pork sausage, and a croissant."

"Lover" refers to a type of "Sugar Wine" made with Cane Sugar, ice, and water; it's a common slang term used in various Bar in Intis.

Before long, Lumian was drinking the amber-colored, sweet wine and eating the rich and tempting slices of Lard pork fat.

He savored the food while listening to the music coming from the dance floor, swaying his body from time to time.

At that moment, one Thug Baron Brignais's Gang sat down next to him.

Lumian turned his head and glanced at the other person's forehead, which showed obvious bruises, and said with a smile, "This is the third time we've met, isn't it? What's your name?"

The Thug replied somewhat hesitantly, "Just call me Louis."

Another Louis... Lumian chuckled to himself.

In the Republic of Intis, Louis was as common as Pierre and Guillaume, and the last Louis Lumian had ever seen gave birth to a child in a man's body.

Louis watched as Lumian picked up Bread and took a bite, then deliberately tried to build rapport, saying, "Let me treat you. This is your first time at our Breeze Ballroom."

"Okay." Lumian rarely feigned politeness.

Louis ordered a lemon- Soda soda called "Devil" (a slang term for a soft drink), took a sip, and said, "You're staying at the ' Golden Rooster Hotel,' right?"

"Yes." Lumian forked a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth.

Louis thought for a moment and said, "That's Stinger Gang Territory. Do you want to move to White Coat Street?"

"No need." Lumian took a sip of his cool, caramel-sweet "Lover's " drink and said with a smile, "It's our Savoie Gang's Territory now."

"What?" Louis nearly choked on the drink in his mouth.

Lumian tilted his head and smiled, saying, "I threw Wilson of the Stinger Gang off the Fourth Floor. The Golden Rooster Inn is now our Savoie Gang's Territory."

As Louis listened to the other person's description, his expression gradually stiffened.

After a few seconds, he forced a smile, stood up, and said, "I need to report this to the Baron."

How can this guy be even more ruthless and insane than the Baron?

"Sure." Lumian didn't mind at all.

Louis quickened his pace, then turned back, leaned close to Lumian, and whispered, "Is Wilson dead?"

"No." Lumian looked disappointed.

What are you regretting? Louis looked at Lumian's face, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind:

Did we find a knife, or did we find ourselves in big trouble?

126 Market Avenue, in Roger's three-story building with a small garden.

Looking at Wilson, who was being carried before him, covered in wounds, Roger stared at the three trembling Thug with his cold blue Eyes and asked, "Who did this?"

"A member of the Savoie Gang!" a Thug with a slightly hunched back answered rapidly. "He calls himself Charles and says the ' Golden Rooster Inn ' now belongs to the Savoie Gang!"

Charles... Roger "Black Scorpion," wore a look of mixed doubt and wariness on his slightly overweight face.

He muttered to himself, "Charles isn't one of the top leaders of the Savoie Gang..."

"How could he beat Wilson up like this?"

Keep in mind that Wilson is a "Villain" equivalent to Sequence 9 Beyonder, and his specialty is hand-to-hand combat!

At this moment, another Thug said in a speculative tone, "Boss, I just remembered something. We went to the ' Golden Rooster Inn ' the evening Margot died."

Roger's expression gradually turned serious, tinged with ferocity and resentment:

"Was it also done by that Charles? How did he manage that?"

"The Savoie Gang has secretly recruited such a powerful figure, intending to drive us out of the Market District?"

A man standing next to "Black Scorpion" Roger said angrily, "The first time it was an assassination attempt, the second time it was a blatant Provocation. If we don't respond, who knows what will happen the third time!"

The man had his head shaved clean, but his features were quite handsome. His Lake-Colored Eyes, high nose, strong brown eyebrows, and well-shaped lips made him handsome even with a Baldy.

He was wearing a black shirt, dark riding breeches, and unlaced leather boots, without an overcoat, and was nearly 1.8 meters tall.

Roger pondered for a few seconds, then said to the man beside him, "Harman, go find Baron Brignais and ask him what's going on. Ask them if the Savoie Gang wants to start a full-scale war with our Stinger Gang."

"If he is willing to reconcile, we can make appropriate concessions."

"Remember, the time is not yet right; learn to be patient."

On the balcony of a room on the Third Floor the Breeze Ballroom.

Baron Brignais, puffing on his Peach Wood Pipe, leisurely surveyed the guests entering and leaving the Dance Hall.

Suddenly, he turned to the side and looked towards the doorway.

Two seconds later, Louis pushed open the door, walked past the other Thug, and entered the balcony.

"Your footsteps are a bit heavy and hurried. Is something wrong?" Baron Brignais asked with a smile.

Louis replied somewhat nervously, "Baron, that Charles threw Wilson off the Fourth Floor of the Golden Rooster Inn!"

"Wilson of the Stinger Gang?" Baron Brignais m•hetushu. com•com recalled for a moment and said.

"Yes, he was seriously injured, but he didn't die," Louis quickly added.

Baron Brignais, holding his Pipe, pondered for a moment and said, "Did Charles say why he did that?"

"He said the ' Golden Rooster Inn ' is now our Savoie Gang's Territory," Louis repeated Lumian's words.

Baron Brignais chuckled to himself.

He took Pipe and said meaningfully, "A sharp knife, if not held properly, can easily injure you."

We need to find an opportunity to give him a little pointers.

"What about the Stinger Gang? Should we tell the Boss?" Louis asked with considerable concern.

Baron Brignais thought for a moment and said, "Not for now."

"Charles actually did a good thing this time. I want to see how the Poison and _Picture_Book Assassin Gangs react."

Seeing the puzzled looks on his subordinates' Subordinate, Baron Brignais, who always liked to "instruct" them to show off his wisdom, laughed and said, "Since the Stinger Gang was founded, in less than two years, the number of people with supernatural powers within them has swelled to only slightly less than ours, and they've seized a lot of Territory. Don't you think there's a big problem with this?"

"If we give them another two years, I'm afraid we'll be completely driven out of the Market District."

"If they want to make a big deal out of this, I'd be happy to. It'll get the authorities to notice and investigate who's behind them."