After chatting about what happened during this period, Mike then revealed his purpose.
"I want to repay your favor. The Cambino family is at your disposal..."
He seemed eager to repay the favors he owed in the past, but at the moment Victor had little use for him.
"Don't be too impatient. You haven't got rid of all the troubles. When the time comes, I will naturally arrange everything."
Victor suddenly thought of Will's original proposal. If we really want to trade with the Western Continent in the future, the Cambino family should be able to provide great help.
The premise is that the dock area must be controlled by them.
"Yes, what you said is exactly what I am thinking. Next, I will completely defeat the Cigar Club. In the meantime, I hope to continue to receive your favor." Mike answered naturally.
After hearing this, Victor understood what he meant. On the surface, he wanted to repay Mr. Yi's kindness, but his real purpose was to get Mr. Yi's help to help him deal with the cigar club.
After understanding this, Victor immediately fell silent, neither agreeing nor refusing, and passed the ball back to the opposite side.
Mike took a deep breath and began to gradually explain his views.
"I plan to start with Happy Honey Juice. The person on the cigar club site was not arranged by me, but it was indeed discovered by our people, and then the information was naturally disclosed to the police."
Although the effects of pleasure nectar are different, they are more harmful than the drugs in Victor's previous life, and Minx State has banned its sale.
From the fact that someone was secretly selling pleasure nectar in Renekton, and from the contact with Hagrid at the Cigar Club, Mike knew that the dock smuggling channel controlled by the Cambino family was an extremely important part of this business.
Malone's rejection of the other party is equivalent to eliminating the possibility of making big money, so it makes sense that Cigar would encroach on the Cambino family's territory.
Although the current evidence is not sufficient, Mike wants to take advantage of this and completely trip up the cigar.
"I have sent people to the cigar club and the warehouse in the dock area to inquire. It should not take long to find out where they store their goods...so I think..."
Before Mike could finish his words, Victor shook his head slightly: "When you make a choice, you have to face the consequences of your choice. Miracles will not always happen. Before you expect it, have you ever considered the cost?
"
Yes, no matter what, Mike owed Mr. Yi a lot. At this moment, Victor decided not to help him. After all, Mike had already passed the most difficult period and he had to rely on himself next.
If there is no price to pay for responding to requests, then is Mr. Yi's hidden existence too cheap?
Mike stopped talking, smiled bitterly and said, "I know, but I still want to thank you. No matter what happens to the Cambino family in the future, I will regard you as the only master."
"You seem to have realized something and are ready to dedicate everything to your family." Victor looked at the other person calmly.
Mike felt an inexplicable pressure, but he had actually expected Mr. Yi's purpose and decided to devote himself to his service.
"Yes, as long as you follow your lead!"
The two have reached a contract. Victor uses Mr. Yi's skin to control the Cambino family, and will have the opportunity to control Renekton's underground society in the future. In the above-ground society, he has the huge capital backing of Berkeley. Once threatened,
If your business is successful, he may become a new chaebol.
Identity, status, power, wealth, Victor has none of these things on the surface, but he hides behind the scenes and controls everything. If powerful people listen to Mr. Yi, he can shake the foundation of the country with just his words.
The Evil God is no different.
"Final questions, Mr. Yi, can I seek help from your favored one again?" Mike asked Victor for final instructions before leaving.
Victor thought for a moment and replied: "It depends on whether you can persuade the other party."
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Greybean Empire in the Western Continent, Yotun City, the Dead City.
Just after nightfall, the bookstore in the narrow alley received a strange customer.
The female shopkeeper, Miss Moran, looked at the skinny lady outside the door with a faint smile on her lips.
"You still won't go home tonight? Miss reporter."
The guest was none other than Abigail. During this period, she always returned to her apartment during the day, but at night she went to Moran Bookstore to read books.
Of course, she didn't go back to her previous apartment. The apartment there had been closed down due to the murder, and Abigail had no choice but to rent another apartment somewhere else.
But even so, Abigail still didn't dare to sleep alone at night. Every time the sun went down, she would come to Moran's Bookstore and stay there all night.
Miss Moran was a very good person. She never chased Abigail away or asked about her injuries. She not only made her hot coffee to keep her warm, but also covered her with warmth late at night.
goose feather blanket.
Abigail smiled at the female shopkeeper, her smile full of bitterness.
After she entered, she went to her favorite corner before, where she curled up and read a book.
About half an hour later, Miss Moran made coffee and brought it to Abigail.
This time, she rarely stopped and said to Abigail: "Your eyes are full of fear. Is there anything that scares you in this city shrouded in night?"
Abigail's thin body trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her head to look at the other party.
"I...I don't know."
"That's why you come to my place to spend the night every night."
"I feel at ease in your store, sorry, only here..."
Miss Moran sighed, shook her head and walked to the counter, where she mixed some herbs and seemed to be preparing to light incense to add a wonderful smell to the bookstore late at night.
While trimming the dead leaves of the hay, she said: "The vision that happened in the sky that day is a nightmare that lingers in everyone's heart. People recall the fear from unknown forces, and as small human beings, where are they?
Nowhere is completely safe.”
Abigail's body trembled and she hesitated to speak, but her teeth were still clenched.
Then, Miss Moran said something incomprehensible.
"But you don't have to worry too much. The thing that caused the last vision was severely damaged that day and won't appear again for a long time. You are safe in this city, well... at least it won't happen again.
Threatened by Him.”
Abigail suddenly raised her head and looked at Miss Moran.
"You...did you say something just now?"
She thought she had heard wrongly, but Miss Morland now lit the match and stuffed the clipped grass into the jar.
As the refreshing smell filled the air, Miss Moran turned to look at Abigail in the corner.
"Avoiding blindly will not alleviate the pain. Very few people will suffer the misfortune you have suffered and still remain kind to the world. So what are your plans? Miss reporter? Are you full of resentment in your heart?"
resentment……
Abigail chewed the word repeatedly, and she felt the suppressed hatred in her heart that was about to explode.
"I...I resent, yes...I hate..."
Miss Moran came to Abigail with a fragrant jar, and her last words still echoed in Abigail's ears until she fell asleep.
"What determines who we become is not our experiences and abilities, but our choices."