The right way to attack Moriarty

Although the Clay Group uses the name of John Clay to say that they are related to the royal family, in fact, everyone knows that even if John Clay is really a descendant of the royal family, he is just an illegitimate child. At best, it's a child born outside the royal family, and that's it.

What's more, even though John Clay has received an old-fashioned aristocratic education, and his gestures are full of royal style, but John lacks the murderous spirit, and he is not as contradictory and harmonious as Moran. the taste of.

Aristocratic boys and girls, what they prefer is this combination of gentleman and thief, a perfect fusion of two temperaments that seem to be contradictory but actually complement each other.

Moran pushed away the crowded crowd and made it clear that today he was just here to get together with his brothers, and he had no need to develop a relationship beyond waving hands.

Of course, signatures are also not allowed.

"What do you want today?" The bar owner rushed over in person, nodding and bowing his head to ask.

"Old rules, brandy." The tall and strong man ordered the bar owner before, and made a joke by the way, "Before we start, we need the 'Water of Life' to give us the power to harvest life."

"Okay," the bar owner responded happily, "Do you need anything else? I just bought a batch of French red wine recently, and the taste is not bad——"

"No need." The strong man waved his hand, rejecting the bar owner's recommendation, "You go down first."

"Wait a minute—" the muscular man who just told the strong man to "shut up" spoke again, and looked at Moran inquiringly, "Boss, didn't Jim say that he would come over today? Would you like to bring him a case of beer?"

Moran smiled heartily: "Haha, it seems that Jim's thoughts are not in vain. It's rare that Leonard has time to worry about others. Let's have some red wine and beer, that little slicker Jim, I remember he said that he doesn't drink Beer, but liquor and beer, I guess he still likes beer, who will let him go to school tomorrow, if he gets drunk, be careful, the professor will skin him."

"Hahahahahaha, who told him to talk back to the professor today, he deserves it."

Thinking of the embarrassment of the black-haired boy this morning, Moran's four subordinates couldn't help laughing happily.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Jim came in from the outside and closed the door of the bar with his backhand. A large stack of materials was slapped on Moran's table, making a heavy sound.

Most of the guests in the bar didn't know this boy. Originally, a boy in the bar was very eye-catching, so when the boy had a bad face, he slapped the information in his hand on the confidant of the James Group. On the exclusive table, especially when Moran was still sitting at that table, the guests in the bar were obviously startled, and then quickly divided into two groups.

Of course, a group of die-hard fans of Moran, they have already started looking for convenient weapons, picked up the bench wine bottle, intending to show this ignorant boy a little bit of color on the spot, and by the way, show it in front of the idol Moran own loyalty.

The other group couldn't help worrying about the fate of the black-haired boy, and even began to think about how to notify the police quietly.

Although the name Jim Moriarty may be mentioned, everyone may have heard of it, but Jim Moriarty has never officially appeared in front of everyone, so even Moran's die-hard fans only know their idol There is a very good little brother named Jim Moriarty, who is in the limelight. He was recently officially accepted as a disciple by the professor. The Jim who suddenly appeared before is likely to be the next successor of the James Group. Jim is probably the professor's illegitimate son. At least, he has to look a little like the professor.

In fact, Jim looks nothing like the professor at all.

When Moran's die-hard fans were holding their weapons and planning to stage a full-scale martial arts parade in the bar, someone at Moran's table finally spoke. "It's rare, little Jim is quite angry today," the muscular man Leonard laughed and teased Jim, "Why, he didn't finish his homework and was whipped by the professor?"

"Also," Jim sat down at a random place, just opposite to Moran and to the right of the muscular Leonard. Jim handed the information on the table to Moran, "Mr. Tell me to find you, now, the information on the Bank of London."

Moran didn't answer. He looked Jim up and down, leaned half over the table, stretched out two fingers, and pinched Jim's chin. After a while, he chuckled and said, "Why, are you unhappy?"

Jim ignored Moran's hand, looked up at Moran, and sneered, "Of course I'm not happy. If you were me, how could you be happy? You clearly agreed to give it to me a few days ago, but it turned out that Turn around, before I finished solving the Macus ring, he asked Andrew (the professor's personal bodyguard) to notify me, saying that this matter has changed hands, and I have done all the preparations , A word of apology is enough, huh," Jim picked up the brandy on the table and took a sip, "I'm surprised, how did you follow him for so many years?!"

Moran was stunned for a while when he heard Jim say, "It was clearly agreed to give it to me a few days ago", and then he smiled softly, and withdrew his hand: "Just get used to it, you are still too tender."

Jim was very upset, like a ten-year-old who just got a new toy and was snatched away by his parents.

"Okay," Leonard, the muscular man sitting on Jim's left, patted Jim on the shoulder and persuaded him, "Isn't it just 30 taels of gold? If you need money, I'll give it to you."

"It's not about gold!" Jim angrily opened his schoolbag and took out a stack of materials, "I suspect there is something wrong with John Clay."

Moran took the document and put it aside without even reading it.

"We don't talk about business today." Moran took a bottle of beer and put it in front of Jim, "I just drink to catch up on the old days."

"Tsk," Jim frowned in disgust, reached for the brandy beside him, and looked disgusted at the beer in front of him, "I don't drink beer. The concentration is too low to be enjoyable."

"I don't dare to give you brandy." Moran smiled and replaced him with red wine. "The professor knows, and he has to re-establish the rules for me."

"Forget it." Jim looked at the red wine in front of him, very reluctantly, "I'm angry when I see something from France now, the agreed 30 taels of French gold! The 30 taels of gold that the Bank of London just brought in from France, I I told my husband that John Clay has a problem this morning, but my husband still didn’t believe me, and it blew me away!”

"Okay, don't be mother-in-law." Moran brought the topic lightly, "I agreed not to talk about these things today, hey, the whole room, did anyone take a fancy to it?"

The other four people on the table laughed and clinked glasses by the way.

Jim Moriarty stared at the muscular man with his big eyes asking for help.

Leonard coughed, "Boss, Jim is only ten years old this year."

Moran shrugged: "Okay, so is there anything you've been looking at recently?"

"—don't tell me about the Bank of London."

Jim Moriarty sighed. "Are you going to Camden tomorrow?"

"Well," Moran nodded, "to deal with some group disputes, why, there is a problem in Camden District?"

"No," Jim Moriarty looked at Moran with wide innocent eyes, "Take me with you."

"Don't you have to go to class?" Moran didn't say yes or no.

Jim Moriarty: "You forgot, sir's classes are all scheduled in the morning. We can just go there in the afternoon."

"Okay," Moran thought for a moment, "but you have to tell me what you're doing there."

Jim Moriarty sighed deeply: "I want to go to King's Cross Station. I heard there are gypsy girls there."

There was a burst of clear laughter from the table, accompanied by some pornographic jokes. Moran took a deep look at Jim Moriarty and agreed.

When the group of six left, they were almost drunk, except for Little Jim who had been drinking red wine.

Jim Moriarty helped Moran out of the bar, and was still admonishing Moran very loyally.

"Don't be fooled by John Clay. There are really problems with his information. The Clay Group has no intention of surrendering at all. The sir asked you to contact them. You must be careful."

Moran held Jim Moriarty in his arms, sprayed the smell of alcohol in Jim's ears, smiled, and said nothing.

"So, Jim, the professor really dotes on you." Leonard was drunk, and now he heard what Jim said, and followed him with his tongue.

Jim pursed his lips, did not speak, and carefully looked at Moran's expression.

Moran was not annoyed either, and continued to smile.

It wasn't until Leonard got into the car that Moran whispered in the black-haired boy's ear: "Jim, don't trust James too much."

Somewhere in central London.

There are still a lot of information files spread out in front of Jim's desk.

He gave the bait. Whether Leonard will bite the hook or not depends on the follow-up preparations.

He is very satisfied with his performance today, at least he achieved the effect he wanted to achieve.

Since Moran is willing to tell him about James, it proves that Moran regards him as a trustworthy person, and Moran chooses to avoid Leonard on purpose, which proves that Moran also has doubts about Leonard, no matter what , he had been soft and hard by Moran's side, and after a whole year and a half, Moran finally threw out an olive branch to him.

This first step is really not easy.

Jim was spinning the pen in his hand boredly, and continued to think about the next step, so as to muddy the pool of water as quickly as possible.