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Myles, who was standing beside Wu Cheng, also expressed his apologies to Wu Cheng and consoled him, "I'm sorry, sir. The environment in Huihe is not very good. After all, this is the gathering place for Fontaine prisoners after they are released from prison."

Wu Cheng nodded to Myles to show his agreement. After all, there was no benefit in killing these scumbags. They were not on the official bounty list of Fontaine, and their killing was also a violation of Fontaine's laws. In short, it was a thankless task.

But if they provoke me for no reason, that’s another matter. In fact, Wu Cheng himself doesn’t want to cause too much killing. After all, he is an elegant and civilized person.

Wu Cheng thinks that he always does things that only rude people can do, which is indeed inconsistent with his personality.

Unfortunately, there were always people who liked to show off their insignificant strength in front of him and use it to threaten him. Wu Cheng didn't quite know where their mysterious confidence came from. It might be because Wu Cheng looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, a child, that they relaxed their vigilance against him.

Every time Wu Cheng had to resort to some rude means to make them shut up. Wu Cheng also hoped that they would have some tact.

Then Myles continued, "Please don't get into too much conflict with them. After all, some prisoners are still on bail. If they die, it will trigger an investigation by the Fontaine Guard. At that time, it will be difficult for the Thorn Rose Society to provide you with help in this regard."

"The lighting here is dim, and the passages are complicated. Please keep up with me and don't fall behind."

At this point, Wu Cheng had to admit that he really didn't know the paths to Fontaine, not to mention the intricate sewers of the Gray River.

So he had no intention of traveling around Gray River on his own, and just followed Miles obediently through one pipeline after another and turned one corner after another.

What finally came into Wu Cheng's sight was no longer the narrow and dark pipe, but a fairly wide open space illuminated by some cheap colored lights.

Wu Cheng looked carefully and saw many simple houses decorating the empty space. They were arranged in a disorderly manner and there were many of them.

There was even a street lit by various colored lights. With Wu Cheng's enhanced vision, he could even see that the street was crowded with people. He thought it should be the most prosperous commercial street in Huihe.

But even though Huihe is the most prosperous commercial street, it is not even as prosperous as some alleys in Fontainebleau. Wu Cheng couldn't help but sigh that there is always a huge gap between the upper and lower classes.

Wu Cheng continued to follow Myles to the headquarters of the Thorn Rose Society. During this time, everyone around him would stop their work for a short time and greet him. This shows that the Thorn Rose Society seems to be very popular among the lower class people.

While Wu Cheng was still thinking about something else, Miles suddenly stopped and replied to Wu Cheng beside him: "Hello, young sir, we have arrived at our final destination. This is the headquarters of our Thorn Rose Society."

Wu Cheng looked around the headquarters of the Rose Thorn Society and couldn't help feeling a sense of loss as his imagination deviated from what he had imagined. They thought that during the heyday of the Rose Thorn Society, the headquarters should at least have a decent house.

However, when he glanced around, he found that compared to the simple houses around them, the house of the Rose Society was taller and wider than them, but it exuded a cheap temperament from the inside out.

The decoration outside the house was not as elegant and luxurious as the prosperous shopping street in Fontaine Court. To be honest, if no one told him specifically, Wu Cheng would not have thought that this was the headquarters of the Rose Thorn Society during its heyday.

However, the more the situation of the Thorn Rose Society became like this, the more Wu Cheng felt sorry for it. After all, even in its heyday, this organization was not luxurious at all, and the Thorn Rose Society was willing to speak for the people in the lower classes, which even Wu Cheng, who believed that human nature is evil, could not refute.

Wu Cheng thought that if he was asked to do good things for no reason, he would do it for the sake of profit. Whether it was for peace of mind, profit, or reputation, there had to be something behind it.

But he would never be like the Rose Society who selflessly dedicates themselves to providing free help to unrelated people. He can't be as noble as the Rose Society.

He is a selfish person.

It is precisely because of this that Wu Cheng has more respect and praise for the Thorn Rose Society. After all, the Thorn Rose Society has truly implemented the will to help others and work hard.

But in the end, he was abandoned by everyone because of an ambiguous matter, and no one was even willing to overturn the verdict for Mr. Cares, the president of the Rose Thorn Society.

Human nature is so scary to think about!

Wu Cheng was in a state of confusion, but then Myles' words brought him back to reality: "Then Mr. Wu Cheng, please wait a moment. I will go and report this matter to President Carres."

"Let others take you to the Thorn Rose Club lounge to rest. Please stay in the lounge for a while. President Carles will come to the lounge to talk to you in a while."

Wu Cheng did not have much psychological fluctuations about this matter and nodded to express his agreement. Then Myles instructed several members of the Thorn Rose Society nearby, asking them to treat Mr. Wu Cheng well and not neglect the distinguished guests of the Thorn Rose Society.

Then Myles politely said goodbye to Wu Cheng and walked into the main gate of the Thorn Rose Society headquarters. After walking around for a while, he immediately disappeared from Wu Cheng's sight, leaving only Wu Cheng and Myles' former Thorn Rose Society entourage.

Wu Cheng was then invited into the headquarters of the Thorn Rose Society. Wu Cheng continued to look around the headquarters of the Thorn Rose Society. He found that although the decoration inside was still not in a luxurious style, it vaguely revealed a simple office style.

Moreover, the people coming and going were wearing neat and clean clothes. They all seemed very busy. It can be said that such a scene can be seen in the Ruined Gray River. It is indeed a bit of a tearing feeling.

Later, Wu Cheng also came to the lounge under the guidance of several followers. After that, he did not stay for long. After expressing his intention to leave to Wu Cheng, he walked out of the lounge directly, leaving Wu Cheng alone to rest here.

Although the decoration outside is simple and rustic, the decoration of the lounge is as luxurious as that of the Fontainebleau hotel in the upper area, with exquisite sofas, coffee tables and other items.

Wu Cheng sat quietly on the soft sofa, waiting for Mr. Carres to meet him...

Fontainebleau Restaurant

Mange Restaurant is a well-known restaurant in Fontaine, famous for its extremely luxurious decoration and ridiculously expensive exquisite seven-country specialties. Many celebrities and scholars like to dine here.

It seems that this is the story of a top restaurant, but underneath this restaurant is the largest underground casino and human trafficking ground in Fontaine.

It can be said that if the law and justice of Fontaine are light, then what is hidden here is the darkness that the justice of Fontaine cannot illuminate.

The reason why no one has investigated the abnormality of this restaurant is because there is a guy named Hogman behind it. He is the aristocratic agent Hogman who is well connected with both the black and white worlds and has a very good relationship in Fontaine.

In that huge underground casino, countless people wearing masks were gambling at the gambling table. The winners howled in joy. The losers beat their chests and stamped their feet. This was both a carnival for the nobles and a den for the poor who wanted to change their fate.

Some people lost their last chip and were even taken away by the casino staff. Because they exchanged themselves for the chips on the gambling table, and eventually lost themselves, they could only work hard for Mr. Hogman for the rest of their lives, and only death would bring them relief.

They thought they could rely on their Mora to gamble for a bright future, and they always wondered in their hearts, what if I am the lucky one?

Little did they know that dear Mr. Hogman had already controlled the entire gambling game. How could he possibly win? In his case, the poor could only lose, and there was no chance of winning.

How can he win if he doesn't let them lose?

Compared to casinos, which may be the poison used by poor people to numb themselves, the human trafficking grounds at the lower level are even more filthy and infamous places.

Poor people cannot enter here. Only psychopathic nobles and wealthy businessmen can enter. The commodities here are never rare objects or other precious information. They are real people.

Both men and women bid, but it seems that women's bids are more dominant. Especially those who are good-looking have higher starting prices.

These nobles and wealthy businessmen took pictures of these people either to satisfy their own perverted desires or to obtain the cheapest labor. In short, their motives were not simple.

It is precisely because Mr. Hogman took on this project that these powerful figures in Fontaine are willing to take care of Hogman.

Under the protection of this group of upper-class people in Fontaine, he became more and more fearless and unscrupulous, and the illegal trade controlled by him expanded.

Mr. Hogman started this business ten years ago but only in Fontaine. But today he has extended his hand to children in other countries.

After all, the adults are tired of local products, so naturally we need to get some products from other countries to change their taste.

Not to mention that Mr. Hogman had been in touch with the Les trafficking organization several years ago. The Les trafficking organization provided him with the supply of goods, and he was responsible for providing protection and selling them through channels.

Why wouldn't Mr. Hogman make some money from Mora, which was within his reach? Did he commit less serious crimes by illegally opening a casino and engaging in human trafficking?

Since he has committed a capital crime, there is no way back. He might as well earn a little more money and use these Moras to open up new connections. Even if he dies, it is better than being a poor man with nothing.

For more than ten years, he had walked on thin ice and barely reached the other side of success, but now people are not going to let Hogman fall into the water. Now he can be said to be one of the more powerful people in Fontaine in the dark.

But in the past month, he always felt uneasy, and even had nightmares of being beheaded. And before he died, he only saw a man with black hair and bloodshot eyes smiling at him evilly.

This dream repeated for several days, and each time it was so frightening and terrifying. Hogman didn't know why he always dreamed of such scenes, but it always made him feel palpitations.

In addition, he heard some very bad news today. More than ten people from a Leshi distributor group under his command were killed, and 300 bottles of goods were lost.

If he didn't have someone at the official bounty office of Fontaine, then Mr. Hogman would probably only know it when the next time those bulk Les sellers pay him a tribute to Mora.

Not to mention that after receiving the news, Mr. Hogman learned that the Thorn Rose Society was actually involved in this matter, and the real murderer seemed to be a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Behind this, 300 bottles of Les were just a drop of water for him, but he thought that Carles's thorny rose would be a bit too much? This behavior was undoubtedly putting his Hogman's face on the ground and stepping hard.

After all, Myles told everything when he received the bounty, and naturally Wu Cheng's information was also in Mr. Hogman's file. He was instantly furious at that time.

He angrily swept everything on his desk to the ground, banged the table angrily and yelled to the servant next to him: "Does this old dog Carres not want to live?"

"Does he really think his Thorn Rose has the strength to challenge me? Does he really think that I, Hogman, am old? Does he dare to deceive me even as a child of fourteen or fifteen years old?"

The servants standing by still said nothing, just watching their boss going crazy. Then Hogman said to himself: "How many years has it been? This old man Carles always ruins my good things."

"If this cunning old dog hadn't held the evidence of my crime, how could I have let him go so easily? He really doesn't want to live anymore."

But after venting his anger, Hogman returned to his normal state of mind. He returned to his leather chair and sat as steady as a rock, not noticing the broken pieces of teacup and a pile of documents scattered on the ground.

Then Hogman indifferently ordered the attendant beside him: "Tell the gang under my command that I want to see them kill the boy of fourteen or fifteen years old within three days."

"Then throw his body downstairs of the Thorn Rose Society headquarters and let them see what happens if they go against me, Hogman?"

"I want to teach that old man Carles a lesson. Let him know that he can't mess with just anyone. Let him see the truth. I, Hogman, am the uncrowned king of the underground world."

Then Hogman added another sentence to himself, "If it weren't for that old man Carles. He seems to have some personal relationship with Villette. If it weren't for the fear that this old dog would jump over the wall and hand over the evidence to the Grand Inquisitor..."

"Otherwise, the person standing at the door of the Thorn Rose Society headquarters this time is his beloved daughter Navia..."

Mr. Hogman then ordered his servants to clear away all the debris scattered on the ground as if nothing had happened.

Afterwards, Hogman leisurely ordered a cup of freshly ground hot coffee and savored it gently. Another servant went to convey Mr. Hogman's instructions.

But perhaps Hogman didn't know that the boy he was targeting would eventually become the fuse for the demise of his forces. His dream... would soon become a reality.

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