In the dusty streets of Renekton, the way to distinguish status and status is not only to observe their clothes, but also to observe their way of travel.
Those who can afford to hire a carriage are considered middle class, and owning a carriage bearing one's family crest is the most dignified way for any wealthy person to show off.
The carriage in the Incense Mansion was empty, and the mysterious person living in the carriage was missing, but Will knew that the boss must have taken her away.
Not long ago, the boss left with the mysterious man and did not tell Will where he went.
This is actually a good thing for Will. He can finally get rid of the feeling of being watched at all times.
Yes, Victor's existence puts a certain amount of pressure on him, which will limit his performance and prevent him from fully letting go.
For example, for what he wants to do next, if Victor is here, Will has to consider whether to tell him his plan.
Thinking of the carriage in the mansion that had not been used for a long time, Will gently opened the side window and looked at the beggars squatting on the street and on the roadside, and his thoughts were gradually brought back to the present.
The clatter of horse hooves resounded in his ears, and the slight bumps along the way made Will feel even happier.
It was a new carriage, a carriage purchased with his own money, and a hired driver.
For the first time, Will felt such a sense of joy. He was no longer a clerk who always relied on others, but a real bourgeois.
Of course, it's not that he is dissatisfied or has any objections to Victor, Will just feels that now that he has a net worth of tens of thousands, he really needs to build his own team and condense his own heritage.
Three days ago, Will went out of his way and showed an unprecedented tough stance when negotiating with the people sent by Eurygus Grant.
He requested that the location of the transaction between the two parties be changed to the outskirts of the city. The reason he gave was that the police station in Renekton had already focused on the smuggling business at the dock and it was unsafe to continue the transaction. Then he also proposed that he should increase his number of transactions.
share in.
If it had been in the past, the other party would never have given him a chance to say a second sentence and would have refused immediately. But this time, the guy actually agreed, as if he had a guilty conscience, and didn't even ask what Will's second batch of goods was.
Come.
You know, Is Ben is dead, and even his ship sank... and Will has not contacted the second captain who is willing to cooperate.
Will had some guesses about Urugus's reaction, but so what? Anyway, his plan will be carried out. He doesn't care what Urugus thinks, because soon after, the guy will be gone.
Ways to "think".
For this reason, Will went to Mike in advance and wanted to use the power of the Cambino family.
However, Mike also disappeared mysteriously, and the White Hand gang members didn't know the whereabouts of their boss.
Even so, Will is still preparing to send the second batch of goods to the junction on the outskirts of the city today to have a break there.
The carriage gradually left the city of Renekton from the south. After crossing a stone bridge, Will asked the coachman to stop the carriage, pulled over to the side of the road, arranged his clothes, and walked into the woods alone with his cane.
The coachman took out his pipe, lit it for himself, and started smoking leisurely, regardless of what his boss was doing.
Deep in the forest, there was an abandoned lumberyard. The space had been cleared and only some broken wooden piles were piled up.
Several people wearing factory overalls stood there, guarding several boxes of goods covered with gray cloth.
Will walked from the woods with his top hat down and his cane not touching the ground.
When the workers-looking guys saw him, they cheered up and greeted him.
"Mr. Evans!"
"boss!"
These were the porters hired by Will to deliver the goods to the trading place before him.
Will said nothing and waved. Someone handed him a bamboo stool. He took it and sat down directly, waiting quietly.
Soon, three guys in black suits came across from the opposite side. The leader was the contact person who had done business with Will before and represented Eurygus Grant.
"My boots are worn out, Mr. Evans, and this will be deducted from your share. You must accompany me with a pair of good shoes, high-end goods worth fifty farka."
Will ignored him and quietly touched his newly bought cane.
The guy who spoke glanced at the goods being protected by the workers, and glanced at the person next to him. The latter was about to step forward, but was stopped by a worker.
"What does this mean? Do you want to stop me from inspecting the goods?"
"No." Will finally raised his head, "I'm waiting for His Excellency Eurygus Grant."
When the other party heard this, he pretended not to understand: "I completed all our previous transactions for him."
A smile appeared on Will's lips: "This time is different, I believe he will come."
As Will's words fell, the workers suddenly began to take action, reaching into the cargo box next to them, taking out their rifles, and aiming at the three people opposite.
"What do you mean? Will Evans?!" the leader asked Will.
Will's expression quickly turned cold: "As a gift to him, if that guy doesn't show up, I will throw the three of you heads on his bed!"
Faced with the threat, the three opponents first showed expressions of horror, and then turned to wanton ridicule.
"Hahahaha! I thought you could play some tricks? It turns out that you lured us to the outskirts of the city to trade so that you can kill people..."
Bang bang bang!
The man at the head applauded continuously and continued to taunt: "Mr. Urugus has long expected what you want to do. The last time we met, your plans were written on your face, so he would not come out to see you rashly."
you."
After saying that, the man glanced at the gun-wielding workers opposite, and said disdainfully: "With such a small number of people, it seems that you have not roped in Mike Campino to help you, otherwise we might have some troubles when we deal with you.
It’s troublesome, but now…”
As he blew the whistle, more than a dozen gunmen suddenly rushed out of the surrounding woods, surrounding Will and others.
The faces of the fake workers changed drastically, some were frightened, but Will just frowned.
"Mr. Urugues said that you are very motivated, but the question you asked is too naive, or stupid, and it is easy to expose your inner thoughts. Looking at it today, I really admire Mr. Urugos's vision."
The opponent's certainty of victory severely damaged the confidence of the worker gunmen, but the opponent did not fire first, as if they were teasing them.
Although Will brought fewer people, they all had guns. In a firefight, each other would inevitably be killed or injured, so those guys might want Will to give in and surrender.
However, the strange thing is that Will is in a completely different state from the gunmen he hired. He is very calm, completely different from the upstart who was always in a hurry in the past.
There was a stalemate for a while. Suddenly, something was thrown into the crowd from outside, which frightened both parties and almost caused a shooting accident.