Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

Spitwagen went to Mia's bedroom, knocked on the door, and went in after getting permission.

Mia was lying on the sofa, reading the comic book Dior bought her.

After looking at her cute little face, Spitwagen expressed a tangled expression: "Mia, have you heard that rumor?"

Mia turned her head, confused: "What rumors?"

Spitwagen looked embarrassed and said, "Nothing. I just said we would have beef pie tonight."

Mia's eyes gleamed: "Okay~ I haven't eaten for a long time!"

Spitwagen opened his mouth, embarrassed to say it. After hesitating for a few seconds, he changed his strategy: "Is Dio injured? I think his walking posture is a bit..."

Oops, we can’t let others know about Dio’s beating.

Dior loves face so much, he will definitely not let her go!

"Um." Mia lowered her head, her eyes wandering, "He, he fell down last night."

Mia's guilty look naturally turned into another explanation in Spitwagen's eyes.

His pupils were shaking and his voice was trembling: "Isn't this a bit..."

Secretly glancing at Spitwagen's expression, Mia's heart tightened.

Did he find out? Her lies were so seamless, how did he find out? !

Mia tightened her clothes and whispered: "Who told him to ignore me recently? I couldn't hold it back..."

Spitwagen's face turned pale: "You are still young, it's better not to do this kind of thing."

Still young?

Does it mean that children are too fragile and easily broken?

Mia thought for a while, nodded and said: "I understand, I'll be gentler next time."

Spitwagen took a few steps back: "Do you often do this?"

Mia frowned and counted her fingers: "Not often, just occasionally."

Spitwagen was so shocked that his lips turned white: "Dio...is he willing?"

Mia tilted her head: "I definitely don't want to. But I will coax him afterwards and give him medicine."

Spitwagen was silent for a few seconds and left stiffly.

After a while, he came back with a jar of stuff, gave it to Mia, and left without a trace.

With many questions in her mind, Mia opened the jar and found a light yellow liquid inside. She touched it, and the liquid was sticky and slippery, similar to the texture of glue.

what is this?

ointment?

At this moment, Dio opened the door and came in.

The young man's cheeks turned red and he hesitated: "I have silenced that rumor, so don't worry about it."

Mia looked up at him with clear eyes: "I don't care, I think it's pretty good." Beef pie! How delicious!

Hearing this, Dio felt as if he was struck by lightning, and looked at Mia with extremely complicated eyes.

"By the way, look at this." Mia walked towards Dio, wanting to show him the ointment.

"What are you going to do?!" Dio backed away as if there was a plague on Mia.

Mia pouted: "Keep running! Do you believe I will beat you?"

Recalling certain things, his face felt as if it was burning. Dio gritted his teeth and stood still: "What are you looking at?"

Mia walked over, unscrewed the cap, and handed the ointment to Dio: "What a strange ointment. It has no medicinal smell and is sticky."

"It's really strange..." Dio touched the ointment and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, blushing to the root of his neck, "Who gave it to you?"

Mia smiled brightly: "Spittwagen. He cares about you quite a lot."

Spitwagen actually believed such a ridiculous rumor?

In his eyes, is this kind of person I, Dio?

Give this kind of thing to Mia!

Dio squeezed the jar tightly and gritted his teeth: "Idiot..."

"Let me wipe it for you." Mia grabbed Dior's arm and used her other hand to unbuckle his belt naturally.

"No!!!" Blushing so hard that he was about to smoke, Dio shook Mia away like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and ran away.

"What happened today? Everyone was shocked."

Mia scratched her head, feeling like she had missed something.

More than ten days passed.

Nearing December, the Eagle's territory and resources were completely annexed and integrated by them.

As the hero in the decisive battle, Mia became the real big sister in the eyes of her younger brother because of her brave actions and great contribution. Everyone who sees her will bend down to say hello respectfully. Zhong Er is Zhong Er, but Mia quite likes the tone of this mafia movie.

Moreover, chemicals are very profitable.

With this new business wrested from the Eagle, not only has the gang's financial shortage been greatly alleviated, but the lives of Mia and Dio have also improved a lot. They can have afternoon tea leisurely every day and even eat expensive foods such as curry and pineapple from the colonies.

In addition, all six revolvers in Eagle's hands were also recovered. Including the original two, they now have a total of seven revolvers and a bolt-action rifle.

In a country where guns are banned, this is equivalent to wandering around among kindergarten children with SCI papers. The power and deterrence are extremely high.

With the eagle as a springboard, the progress of conquering Ghoul Street has been accelerated a lot.

The more illegal something is, the more profitable it is, and Ghoul Street is where most of the black trade in the UK is concentrated.

If they can capture this street, money and power will come to them like koi fish and fish, and the brother and sister will be able to live a more luxurious and wanton life than the top nobles.

It is worth mentioning that.

In the safe in the Eagle's room, they found a clue about the "new duck fat formula".

Ghoul Street is divided into five areas: "East, West, South, North, and Middle". They are currently a medium-sized organization in the East District.

The duck fat formula is extremely valuable. If they can find its owner, they have a chance to become the most powerful boss in the East District.

This will be an important step towards dominating Ghoul Street.

One morning in early December.

Dior called Mia and went back to his home in the slum together - the procedures for the villa had been completed, and they could finally move to a beautiful new house. Now it's time to go back and pack your things.

As soon as they entered the house, before they had time to say anything, Johnny rushed into the bedroom to get something.

The young master held up a bright rose, his face was as red as a tomato, and his voice was trembling slightly.

"Dior, the weather is very nice today. Do you want to go out and go shopping together in the afternoon?"

People in the Victorian era were extremely conservative. In such a social environment, Jonny's words were no different than a confession.