Chapter 168 Meeting Janna Again Louis was stunned and blurted out: “What if Charles fails and is killed by the Sting Gang? Baron Brinell smiled and said: "When has there been a year when no member of our Savoy Party died?" ………… On the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian was in a very good mood. He had previously planned to capture an important member of the Sting Gang and ask them where their power came from and what their relationship was with the evil god that Mrs. Puaris believed in. As a result, now the Sava Party actually asked him to do something similar, which perfectly met his wishes. In this way, he not only quickly obtained detailed intelligence on several targets, saving a lot of time, but also made full use of the resources of the Sava Party, including but not limited to weapons, manpower and relationships. Just now, Lumian wanted to ask Baron Brinell for explosives to see if he could find a way to set a trap and blow up one of the leaders of the Sting Gang. Ultimately, he did not do so. First, he felt that it was too arrogant and would easily attract the attention of the police, and he himself was a wanted criminal who could not withstand investigation. Second, if he really blew the target to pieces, how could he inquire about the situation?

Of course, he could use the "Dance of Recruiting" in conjunction with the "Wall of Spirituality" to allow the spirits of the deceased to attach themselves to himself and amplify their most impressive memories, but this is completely uncontrollable. Who knows if those guys' brains will be left with only some kind of waste like the pervert before. Moreover, a "Dance of Recruiting" can only amplify one memory. If he is not particularly lucky, it may take a lot of time to find useful information, which goes against the original intention of leaving the assassination scene as soon as possible. Lumian originally planned to deal with "Hammer" Et, but after listening to Baron Brinell's description, he felt that "Bald" Haman was also a possible target. Compared to Et, Harman has very obvious "shortcomings", which in the eyes of hunters can be used to set traps! He possesses some ability that can increase the hardness of his body, and he only suffered minor injuries several times when he was hit by a knife. Lumian remembered Aurore once saying, "Those who are good at swimming are likely to drown." If this sentence is applied to Haman, it can become "People who are good at using their bodies to block swords and guns are likely to die from swords and guns", and Lumian has the cursed blade "Corrupted Mercury". In addition, compared to "Hammer" Et, who often hangs out with a large group of people and lives in the Sting Gang gathering place, "Bald" Harman, who occasionally comes out alone to look for street girls, dancers and singers, is obviously easier to assassinate. Moreover, compared to "Hammer" Et, he is closer to the core of the Sting Gang's power and knows more secrets. But the problem is that if we really set a trap and use "corrupted mercury" against "Bald" Harman, it would be impossible to capture him alive and force him to reveal information. - If Lumian could defeat "Bald" Haman after stabbing him and capture him to some corner of underground Trier, why did he think about stabbing him first? If he cannot, his only options are to stab the enemy and allow him to escape, or to escape himself and wait for the Montsouris ghost to "help" kill the target. As for whether or not there are family members attached, that is not his concern. Therefore, hunting "Bald" Haman and "Hammer" At each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and each has its own difficulties. Lumian cannot make a decision for the time being. He planned to consider who to target for this operation after Baron Brinell sent someone to deliver more detailed intelligence and weapons and ammunition tomorrow morning. As soon as he entered the door of the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian saw the ragged, gray-haired, smelly, short couple Ruhl and Michel, dragging a fairly bulging linen bag upstairs. "What is this?" he asked curiously as he walked across the hall. Didn’t this old couple sell fake “street preppy beauties” photos at Suchit Steam Train Station? Why did they bring back such a big bag of stuff? Luer stopped pulling the bag, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put on a smile and said: "Don't you know, Mr. Charles? We also work part-time as scavengers at night. These are the garbage we picked up that should still be useful." Thanks to Charles' "propaganda", the couple also knew that Charles had become the leader of the Savoy Party. The "Golden Rooster Hotel" is now the territory of this young man, so they didn't think there was anything wrong with Charles asking about their affairs. In their opinion, as the protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Mr. Charles must understand all aspects of the situation here and prevent all kinds of accidents from happening. Working two jobs... Although one of the jobs is a liar... It really smells like all kinds of garbage... Lumian pinched his nose, muttered silently, and asked thoughtfully:

"Is this garbage piled up in your room?" "Yes." Ruhl smiled flatteringly, "We go to the garbage disposal site every few days. There are people there recycling all kinds of things. Haha, although the scavengers are dirty all day long and not very clean, but without us, the whole of Trier would be filled with stench and every corner would be filled with garbage." In Trier, scavengers serve as a supplement to cleaners. No wonder there is a bad smell coming from the room. No wonder my body always stinks and there is no need to take a shower... Lumian walked up the stairs slowly, glancing at Ruel and Michel's wrinkled faces and slightly hunched bodies, and asked casually: "You are not young anymore, why are you still working so hard to make money?" Ruhl and Michel were both stunned, and their smiling expressions seemed to be slightly distorted. After a few seconds, Luer smiled helplessly and painfully: “It’s because I’m old that I have to work so hard. "We came to Trier when we were very young, and we did all kinds of jobs. We had a child, but he didn't grow up. We got paid for many months, but it was just enough to live. When we found that our bodies were getting worse and our strength was getting weaker, we suddenly became very scared and didn't know what would happen in the future. "What would we do if one day we were too old to do ordinary work? We would use up our meager savings in a few months and then live day by day on charity from the church and the government, slowly starving ourselves to death? "I, I don't want this..." Lumian suddenly remembered what his sister had said: "Intis is very cruel now. People who work hard have no security when they get old." Ruhl, moved by his thoughts, continued: "Fortunately, as we get older, our appetites become smaller, we don't eat as much, and we sleep less, so we have more time to make money and don't have to worry about other things. We can save most of the money we earn. "In the future, relying on them, we should be able to live well for a few more years... "Haha, actually, compared to most people, we are lucky. They don't live to our age." Mrs. Michelle beside him showed an expression of longing: "Once we have saved enough money, we will go back to Olmire and buy a piece of land to plant grapevines. Even if we don't have the strength anymore, we can hire someone to help us. It doesn't cost us much anyway." Olmer is the capital of Champagne and the most famous wine producing area in the northern continent. Lumian nodded silently, watching the elderly couple drag the bag of trash upstairs. After a short rest, he simply retouched his face with makeup, changed his clothes, and went out in a linen shirt, brown overalls, unstrap leather shoes and a dark round hat, heading straight for the Mill Ballroom. Since "Hammer" Et is still one of the targets, we need to observe him personally. At this time, it was late at night and the Mill Ballroom was very lively. To the intense beat of the music, men and women twisted and turned on the dance floor, venting their inner distress. Lumian was worried about being recognized by the Sting Gang, so he went to the bar to order a glass of rye beer and then went to the dance floor. He swayed his body to the rhythm while looking around. Not long after, he saw "Little Bitch" Janna appear on the half-high wooden platform in front. She was still wearing the same outfit as in the afternoon, a white short top and a fluffy skirt, revealing her fair skin on her chest. This time, the mole was located in the middle of the nose bridge. This represents insolence. He has such a good mental state. He just encountered that kind of thing in the afternoon, but he continued to work in the evening... Lumian couldn't help but sigh.

In his opinion, since Janna is the lover of "Red Boots" Franca, she doesn't need to be so dedicated. The rhythmic drumbeats stopped, and the people on the dance floor turned around, gasping for breath and looking at Janna. Jana started with a high note followed by a coloratura: "Ernest, stay away from my wife and my pipe~!" People burst into laughter, as if they had thought of something at the same time. They swayed their bodies gently to the beautiful yet vulgar singing. As she sang, Jana kicked her legs high, changing her position from time to time, winking at the audience in different directions, and then doing a split in a pretentious manner. During this process, her eyes swept over Lumian, she froze for a second, and then returned to normal. When she finished the song, the fierce drum beats sounded again, but Jenna did not take a break, but jumped directly into the dance floor, passing through the sudden shouts, whistles and men trying to squeeze her, walked in front of Lumian, and shouted with a smile: "Handsome lion, come and dance!" The male lion has a mane that resembles the sun's rays, and is often used in Intis to describe an attractive man. Lumian felt that Janna seemed to have something to say, so he put down his beer glass, jumped onto the dance floor, and started dancing face to face with the "flashy girl". When the two sides needed to hug each other, Janna threw herself into Lumian's arms, leaned close to his ear, and whispered with a smile: “You have a talent for dancing. “By the way, I found out who that pervert is. "His name is Hedsey. He used to live in Room 504 of the Golden Rooster Hotel." Charlie's room? The tenant who posted Suzanne Matisse's portrait in room 504? Lumien was stunned. (End of this chapter)