Not long after, the door to the castle's butler's bedroom opened gently, and a black refugee quietly walked in.
He stood behind the butler and then prostrated himself on the floor.
The butler said with his back to him, "Do you know what to do after you go out and spread the news? I will give your family a sum of money, and all your siblings and parents can live a wealthy life. But if you don't do as I say, I will know where they live. "
The black man's body trembled. "I know, sir. After the news is spread, I will be a dead man, because you said that only dead people don't reveal any secrets."
The butler nodded. "Whether your family can change their status as poor people depends on your own awareness. Go."
The black man nodded and crawled out of the room.
The Duke did not know anything about the butler's room, because all the maids who accompanied him had been bribed by the butler. The Duke's every move, including when he left his bedroom, was under the butler's watch.
The black man went directly to the Mexican black market and found the agent of the four gangs in the black market. The agent originally did not care about him.
First of all, he was a refugee. What valuable things could a refugee have on him?
The refugee felt like he was about to be beaten to death, but he did not see the agent. In his anxiety, he said Old Ross's full name.
He said, "With this name, you can get rich! The people above you need it! "
The two bodyguards, who were about to beat him to death, frowned when they heard this. They were unfamiliar with Old Ross's name. In fact, there were too many people in this world who did not know the names of the Ross family, including the names of the internal members.
But who didn't want to be rich and prosperous in this world? Everyone wanted to get lucky if there was a chance.
The refugee knew that they were a little hesitant, so he continued, "I don't have the ability to threaten your head, but believe me, I have a piece of news here. Your head needs it very much! The two of you will also benefit from it! "
The two bodyguards watched him vomit blood and lie on the floor. They squatted down and asked, "What news?"
"I can't say," the refugee said. "I can only tell your head that if you know, you will die!"
"Playing tricks with us?" The bodyguard gave him a kick.
The refugee rolled on the ground in pain, but when he thought about how his family would be in danger if he failed to complete this task, he gritted his teeth and said, "I have nothing, there's no need for me to get involved in this. Believe it or not, I won't lose anything, but your superiors will lose a lot. Because of this, you will lose your jobs, and even your lives!"
The two bodyguards who were about to swing their fists hesitated. Then, they searched the refugee's body for any lethal weapons before dragging him into the villa where Sal used to live.
Right now, the representative of the four gangs was none other than the guy who was responsible for running errands for Xu Cheng. He had helped Xu Cheng run errands in the Land of Mercenaries a few times, and because of that, he was assigned to the black market. It could be said that in the four gangs, he was second only to the four bosses, and for him, it was all thanks to Mr. Fang.
The two bodyguards dragged the black refugee in. After talking to the two guards at the door, the guards at the door ran in and said to the representative, "Mr. Spears, a refugee wants to see you. He said you might need the information from his mouth."
Spears sat on a sofa in a luxurious hall. The international news was playing on the wall in the background. There were headlines about Benjamin's visit to England.
"Refugee?" Spears was still leaning on the sofa, frowning. "Can the words of a refugee be trusted? Since when did refugees become the ones doing intelligence work in the underworld? "
Guard: "I'm not sure about that. The brothers outside the door already beat him up, but he still insisted on seeing you. He said he has something to do, and we've already checked him. He's absolutely safe."
Spears saw that there was nothing wrong, so he raised his hand. "Bring him in."
The guard nodded and went out. Not long after, the black refugee was dragged in. His head was covered in blood, and it looked like he had lost too much blood.
Spears turned around the sofa curiously. After looking at him, he lit a cigar, looked at him from afar, and asked while crossing his legs, "You're going to die soon, are you sure you still want to see me? There are too many people in the black market who want me to do things, but your perseverance is the first. Tell me, what information is it that you're talking about? If you treat today as April Fool's Day, I have hundreds of projects here that will make you happy. "
The black man looked at the seven or eight armed bodyguards around him, and then looked at Spears. He hinted with his eyes, "It's not convenient for a third person to know about this information."
"Sending us away so that you can make a move on our heads?" A bodyguard snorted. "Don't you know who's up there? You've got guts? "
"You guys go out." Spears interrupted the bodyguards and said confidently, "This is the black market! If you want my life, not only my brothers won't agree, even the entire industry outside won't agree. Whoever wants to make a move on me is equivalent to offending the entire black market. I reckon that no matter who it is, they won't be able to leave this place alive. All of you go out. "
The eight bodyguards looked at each other and sized up the refugee again. After making sure that he really didn't have any fighting power or weapons, they walked out of the villa one after another.
The refugee who was left behind struggled to sit up. He looked at Spears and asked again to confirm, "Are you really the representative of the four gangs?"
Spears laughed. "Are you kidding me? You don't even know who the representative is, so what are you doing here? "
"No, I'm just afraid that this information is useless to you. It depends on whether you're from the four gangs or not," the refugee said.
"I am." Spears said, "If you have something to say, say it quickly!"
"I need a sum of money, five million USD!" the refugee said.
Spears raised his eyebrows. "Do you know what you're talking about? Have you been beaten silly? "
The refugee said, "Five million, deposit it into an account. My information is worthless to others, but to you and the people above you, it's worth 500 billion!"
Spears laughed out loud and looked at the refugee like a fool. Then, he took out a gun and was ready to shoot.
The refugee was so scared that he hurriedly said, "If you don't believe me, you can talk to your superiors. With their status, it's hard for a refugee like me to get close to them. That's why I came to you. If you accept this favor, believe me, the higher-ups will praise you."
Spears, who was originally going to pull the trigger, didn't fire the gun. Looking at the refugee's frightened and nervous face, it was obvious that he was afraid of death. So, he definitely didn't come here to play with him for no reason.
"You better not really be crazy!" Spears said and went over to call the leader of the four gangs, Sal, with a special phone.
(End of this chapter)
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