Lin Wen walked along the alley and didn't stop until he was almost at the end.

After hearing the noise at the corner of the alley, Lin Wen leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and listened.

Then, he noticed that he had been standing here listening for three full minutes but was still not noticed. Seeing this, Lin Wen shook his head secretly and laughed helplessly.

I haven't done this for a long time...

When I did this kind of thing before, it was when I was called the Dig Law Enforcement Officer in Zaun.

Now, does Lin Wen return to his old profession?

Traditional craftsmanship cannot be lost.

But one thing to say is that the quality of this gang of gangsters is obviously not high, and they are completely incomparable to the guys in Zuan.

That's right... they were just gangsters hanging out on the streets, but most of those guys in Zaun didn't care about life and death.

He pressed his hands down gently, and with the breeze blowing from under his feet, Lin Wen's body slowly floated up, and then... he just floated into the sky, and then flew away while hiding his breath.

Entered the alley.

In the alley——————

A group of local sand people in Bergun and a group of outsiders who looked very difficult to mess with. At this moment, they were all sitting in a group on a huge rag.

The one in the middle of the innermost position is a thin boy who touched the cards with both hands and cut out the afterimage. He looks very honest and honest on the outside, but there is a cleverness in his eyes.

"Come on, come on, you can buy big or small now! My friends, as long as you win the bet, you won't have to go scavenging in the dangerous desert for several days. If you lose, you won't have to go scavenging in the dangerous desert.

You can ask someone to borrow money to continue the comeback. After all, I believe that the goddess of luck will favor you at some point, right?!"

Not far from him, there was a stocky short fat man with various items that he had collected next to him. These items were the scavengers who were sitting on the cloth and gambling in the desert.

Come.

"My friends, we accept a variety of currencies, whether you take Noxian gold wheels, Piltover gold coins, or your Shurima currency, we all want it. But if it is an item

...You can sell to us and we will buy your stuff at a fair price!”

"The people of Bilgewater will not lie. Lying is a shameful thing. As a citizen of Bilgewater, a powerful maritime country, lying is included in the crime and will be beheaded!

"

The short fat man then shouted: "Of course Bilgewater also has its own currency. You see, this is the golden Kraken coin, this is the Silver Serpent's Sea Serpent coin, and... this is a copper herring coin.

.”

"You can rest assured that Bee Island money can be used all over the world. Does Noxus know? They are also using our money!"

The short fat man yelled, spittle flew everywhere, and he worked hard to get rid of it.

It is not difficult to see that this is actually a small gambling stronghold established in the Bergune Market.

But this is not a strange thing in Bergün.

After all, Bergün is a very poor place, and therefore, there are only a few ways for local gangs to make money in Bergün. They either rely on stealing and robbing, or they open small gambling shops and gambling establishments in the local area.

A tavern, or... open a prostitute with the stolen women.

The reason why there is such a custom is probably related to the fact that the sand people who scavenge in Shurima always live a life of licking blood from the edges of their knives.

Most of the scavengers just live life in a muddle-headed way, and it is considered a day as long as they can survive. Therefore, under this idea, it is very important for them to find some excitement in life and pursue excitement.

Gambling and sex are the best ways to stimulate the scavengers.

Not far from this small gambling spot, there is a medium-sized tent.

In the tent, two young men were talking.

"Tobias, I think we should take action. You have been observing for too many days. We can't delay it any longer."

"Please call me Drizzt, and never call me that name outside."

"I know Tobias, but did you listen to what I said? I said you have been observing for too many days. Those guys have already noticed our movements. If we don't take action, it will be too late when they take precautions.

!”

"I said, please call me Drizzt." He said helplessly to the strong man in front of him. Drizzt leaned his body on the reclining chair, exerted force on his toes, and leaned back bit by bit.

Drizzt raised his head, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly: "As for the precautions you mentioned, in fact, they have been preparing for us for a long time."

"Um, what do you mean? You mean they already know we're going to steal their stuff?"

"No, I don't know that."

Drizzt stretched out his hand, and with just a slight movement of his slender fingers, he saw a card the size of an adult's palm sandwiched between his two fingers. "Whoa!" He turned his wrist over again, with his palm facing up. The card was there.

It stopped spinning and stuck to the palm of his hand.

"From the perspective of the Mist Organization, we are just a gangster gang with no vision, a group of fools who are used to robbing at sea and still think they are righteous when they land on land."

"Can you speak normally? What are you doing so mysteriously? Can you straighten your broken mouth and curled tongue?"

Drizzt sighed and said helplessly to the man in front of him: "Graves, I really hope you can use your head. Do you really think those Noxians don't care about the Mist Organization?"

Graves puffed up his beard and held a gun, standing there like a fool. He then said carelessly: "Since you said they are friendly with the Noxians, why don't they ask those officers for help?"

?If they come forward, we can’t just slap our butts and run away?”

"Because of money, friend. The cost of asking the Noxians for help is obviously far more than the "consequences" they have to deal with us. The Noxians are more greedy than us, and you know this.

of."

Drizzt said with a smile.

"Then what should we do next? Anyway, I don't know a damn thing, so I'll just listen to you." The bearded man, who was not very bright, sat on the ground cross-legged and holding a double-barreled gun.

Said loudly: "We've always done this, haven't we?"

"Yes brother, this time it's the same as before."

Drizzt nodded and said, then he picked up the wine glass on the wooden table next to him and took a sip. He looked at Graves and said: "This time, steal those materials and get those seas."

Call us, after doing this, Graves, I don't think we'll have to come out for at least two years."

"Can that thing be that valuable?"

Until now, Graves didn't know what was so good about those little square boxes.

"Of course, that's a Hex phone. Plank has wanted one for a long time."

Graves nodded blankly.

Anyway...the two of them have always been like this. Whatever his brother said, he would do it.

He has the strength, his brother has the brains, and they can accomplish great things.

"but..."

Drizzt raised his eyes and glanced outside the tent.

"It seems like we have a new friend here."

Graves, who has worked with Drizzt for many years, immediately understood what he meant. Holding the gun, Graves immediately cursed and walked out of the tent, "Damn it, who dares to come to my territory to cause trouble?"

But he just used the barrel of the gun to lift up the tent, and the man screamed "Ouch" and flew backwards.

"Grass?"

Graves lay dizzy on the ground and cursed, next to him was Drizzt who dodged away.

A corner of the tent was lifted up by someone's hand, and the person who walked in was a handsome young man.

Has beautiful black hair.

He was looking at Drizzt and Graves dumbfounded.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."
Chapter completed!