Even if it is free, the idle laborers are still unwilling to believe in this strange thing that they have never seen before.
He found a pattern drawn on the yellow paper, so he took it and looked at it.
But just as he was studying the charm, a group of people suddenly appeared on the other side of the street, walking towards Victor's stall.
They carried guns on their waists and smoked cigarettes. The workers who passed by were pushed away mercilessly and roughly until they came to Victor.
The worker who had been given the charm was also pushed away. He was about to get angry, but when he saw the appearance of these people, he was immediately frightened and shut up.
boom!
Two rough palms pressed down on Victor's desk, and the unshaven gangster at the head pointed his face at Victor.
"Who asked you to set up a stall here?"
Victor raised his eyebrows, took his hand back, and stared at the other person.
"Any questions?"
"You fucking don't know this is the territory of the Cigar Club? Protection fee! Hurry up!"
Being threatened, Victor pushed up his sunglasses and looked up and down at the other person's appearance.
"Are you a cigar player?"
"What do you say? Brat! Give you a minute, don't let me lose my patience." The gangster spat, and the workers on one side hurriedly dispersed, but the man who had just received the Victor Talisman was beaten by the cigar club gangster next to him.
Grabbed it.
"But I haven't opened the business yet and I don't have any money to give you. What should I do?" Victor said calmly.
The gangster pointed at the laborer's head and said, "Then what's going on with this bastard?"
"I didn't pay..." the worker replied with trembling legs, but the next second he was slapped in the mouth by the gangster, and the charm on his hand was accidentally attached to his body.
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago not to let outsiders come near this area? Are you fucking deaf?"
"Sorry...sorry..."
The worker kept apologizing, but the gangster ignored him and turned to look at Victor: "As long as you do business on our territory, you have to pay! And this neighborhood is not a place for a boy like you to set up a stall, so give the money
Get out right away!"
Victor picked his forehead and kept slurping in his mouth. Originally, he didn't want to cause trouble, but there were always people coming to die.
"Why……"
Just when he was about to take action, suddenly, gunfire rang out on the street!
A carriage rushed into the alley like crazy, knocked over countless people, and rushed directly towards Victor's shop.
The hooligans scattered in fright, and Victor quickly got out of the way. Only the laborer who had been given the talisman was unlucky and did not escape. He was hit by the carriage and flew more than ten meters away, falling directly into the sea under the revetment.
The whole street was immediately in chaos. Someone was shooting in the direction from which the carriage was coming. People from the Cigar Club used various bunkers to fight back, and there was endless smoke.
Victor hid behind a pillar, frowning and looking at the place where the worker fell into the water just now, sighing in his heart, hoping that the guy had used his charm before he was knocked away.
When he noticed ripples in the water, he suddenly felt it from somewhere, and his progress in studying the secret transmission accelerated.
The worker was not dead and was swimming towards the shore by splashing in the water.
Victor remembered this feeling and judged that the spell should have prevented the other party from a bad omen from a divination.
It turns out that... the way to speed up the study of talismans is to cooperate with the divination operator to tell other people's fortunes, and then use the talismans to eliminate disasters for others!
As soon as this idea came to mind, suddenly the warehouse across the road exploded. The iron door of the house was blown open, and thick smoke billowed inside. Several people wearing different clothes ran out, and their hands were tied with ropes.
, there are also forked iron chains on the ankles.
After these people ran out, they covered their mouths and noses with difficulty, crying for help in different languages. Although their appearance was not luxurious, they were not dressed like dock workers, but rather like poor immigrants from various countries across the ocean.
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"How did these immigrants come to the fishing port?"
Victor was puzzled, and suddenly thought of what he heard Mike say in the Taoist temple at that time - there were organizations carrying out the slave trade behind the Renekton government's back.
"Will cigars..."
Victor frowned, and then discovered that the gunmen attacking this area had broken through the Cigar Club's defense and were throwing Molotov cocktails deeper into the area.
It would be even more dangerous if he waited any longer. Victor didn't want to get involved in these gang wars, so he affixed three talismans to himself and secretly escaped from the place of trouble and chaos in an invisible state.
…
Coming out of the dock area, Victor walked on the street, constantly brushing the dust off his clothes.
He seemed to have rolled around on a construction site, and his body was dirty. Pedestrians passing by looked at him curiously.
Although he failed to make a deal and was almost affected by the explosion, Victor's goal was achieved - he knew how to speed up the training of Talisman Masters.
Just as he was about to go home, a carriage suddenly passed by him.
Originally, this was a normal passing by. After all, the main mode of transportation in Renekton is still horse-drawn carriages.
But the strange thing is that after the carriage drove more than ten meters, it suddenly stopped, turned around, and came back. It caught up to Victor's side and stopped again.
The car window was knocked by someone inside, and the driver with alert eyes stretched out his hand to open the window for the owner inside.
Victor's hands had already touched his waist. When he saw the person inside, his expression was slightly startled.
"Long time no see, Mr. Damon, do you need me to give you a ride?"
Mike Campino sits inside.
The person he is now is completely different from the person he was when he was so depressed that he needed Victor to take him in.
He was wearing a clean suit and tie, and his hair was waxed, making him look like an upper class person.
Victor pulled his hand back, looked around, and after not noticing anyone was staring at him, he lifted his legs and climbed into the carriage.
He sat opposite Mike, and as the carriage started, Mike burst out laughing.
"Why are you so down and out? Have you encountered any difficulties? It doesn't matter. I still have a place to live there. I can take you in if you don't mind."
In a short period of time, their positions seemed to be reversed.
But this is just an appearance. Victor said that his situation is not as bad as Mike imagined.
"No need, I'm still the same as before, I just wandered to the dock area, and the gang fight there left me covered in dust."
"I see..." Mike touched his cane, "It's not peaceful over there. If you really want to go shopping, then go to West Street. I'm in charge of that side."
Mike still thought that Victor was just Mr. Yi's favorite, and he felt no pressure to chat with Victor.
"Then why don't you defend your own territory? This dress is quite expensive, isn't it? Did your father leave you a lot of property?"
Speaking of Malone, Mike stopped smiling. He shook his head and replied: "No, it's just that I just went to meet some high-class people, so I have to dress myself up. Usually I don't spend unnecessary money on clothes."
"Huh? Who did you go to see?"
"It's not who it is, it's some people... I need them to stand up for the new Cambino family, and I promised them some benefits, at least not to stand against me in the gang war."
Mike's voice fell, and then he changed the topic and said to Victor: "I asked Mr. Yi for help, but that existence didn't agree, so I thought I could at least ask Mr. Damon to help me."