The Red Willow Bar had three floors. The first floor was used to entertain ordinary guests, the second floor was a private room, and the third floor was used to entertain distinguished guests. Just like its name, the bar was deeply rooted in the soil of the city, so it faced an extremely wide range of guests. With Sean's ability, he could only get a private room on the second floor. As for the VIP area on the third floor, he couldn't even think about it.
When they arrived at the reserved room, there were still a few minutes before the appointed time. After Allen and Adele took their seats, Sean called for drinks and briefly introduced Roger to Allen while he had time. Roger's Chamber of Commerce's biggest business was not textiles, but slaves. Slave trafficking was the most profitable business, especially beautiful female slaves, as well as strong and brave war slaves, all of them were in high demand.
Needless to say, the role of female slaves was the product of the constant evolution of the empire's civil war. Many nobles were happy to buy large numbers of war slaves from slave merchants to serve as cannon fodder troops, thereby reducing the losses of their main forces. War slaves were mostly prisoners of war or natives who were good at fighting. Roger made his fortune by buying and selling slaves, and slave traders often traveled around, so he also did businesses like textiles or handicrafts.
Firstly, he sold the scarce goods of the two places, and secondly, he covered up his own slave trade. After all, in the empire's constitution, there was a ban on slave trading. Although the empire's constitution was not applicable in many places, Roger was a cautious businessman and would take sufficient protective measures every time he bought and sold.
The knock on the door interrupted Sean and Allen's conversation. The fatty stood up and said, "It should be a guest."
He opened the door, but behind the door were a few strangers. Sean frowned. "I'm Mr. Roger's representative, Bach," said an old man with a wrinkled face like bark.
Allen frowned when he saw Sean walk into the room with someone who was obviously not Roger. Sean came behind Allen and whispered Bach's identity. Allen nodded and looked at Bach. This old man's aura was very ordinary, without any Origin Energy. The two people behind him ignited the fire seed, but their Origin Energy was only at the seventh or eighth level. They should be guards.
After Sean served the wine to Bach, he retreated behind Allen, obviously respecting him. Bach's gaze fell on Allen and he was slightly surprised. Allen coughed lightly and said, "I thought Mr. Roger would take the time to come."
Bahmer replied, and one of the guards behind him sneered, "How could Mr. Roger have the time to bother with you guys from the countryside?"
"HAL, that's too rude of you!" The old man shouted. However, rather than saying that he was blaming his subordinate, it would be better to say that he agreed with the guard's words. The arrogance of that attitude surprised Ellen and made Adele, who was beside him, angry.
Adele subconsciously clutched the sniper rifle on her lap, which was now wrapped in a tarpaulin and had yet to reveal its fangs. Allen patted the back of her hand and smiled, "It doesn't matter if Mr. Roger can't come. Since Mr. Bach is his representative, it's the same to talk to Mr. Bach about this business."
As he spoke, Allen's mind raced. With Roger's influence, there was no reason for him not to know what he had done yesterday. Logically speaking. He had attacked Singh's territory and taken his place. He had already shown his strength to Zi Roland Harbor. Like Vino, he was willing to cooperate with him because of this.
In other words, Allen still had no influence on Zi Roland Harbor. But at the very least, Bach shouldn't put on such a high and mighty attitude. After all, Allen and he weren't enemies, and it wouldn't be bad for Roger to make a deal.
Unless Roger didn't intend to make this deal in the first place, let alone cooperate with Sur City in the future.
What was the reason for this slave merchant to do this? He hadn't even met him once, and he had already made such a decision. It didn't seem like the style of a merchant. Allen thought to himself. At this moment, Bach said, "I heard from Mr. Sean that you have a batch of good cloth on hand."
Allen looked at Sean, and the fatty spread out the cloth samples he had brought with him on the table. Bach took it, his eyes slightly moving, and quickly returned to normal. He nodded and said, "Your cloth is pretty good. Tell me, how much do you have?"
"We didn't bring much this time, only a thousand. If the cooperation goes well, Mr. Bach can rest assured about the supply. "Allen said.
The old man nodded and said, "Then I'll agree on behalf of Mr. Roger. We'll pay a thousand silver coins for each piece of cloth. What do you think, Mr. Allen?"
"A thousand silver coins?" Sean said angrily, "Mr. Bach must be joking. In the past, when we worked with the Chamber of Commerce in Storm City, we paid more than that. Now that we've saved the cost of this intermediate link, and we've even personally delivered the goods to Zi Roland Harbor, you're only offering half the price in the past. "
"Also, this is our new product. This kind of weaving technology, no matter what, is worth more than that! "
The fatty was so excited that he gasped for air, while Allen revealed a thoughtful expression. Bach said calmly, "We'll give you this price. Since you can't accept it, then it seems that this business can't be negotiated."
He simply got up and said, "Goodbye." Then, he left the room with his guards.
Sean frowned and scolded, "Outrageous, is that bastard Roger playing with me? Are you kidding me? Our cost alone is more than a thousand silver coins … "
Just as Allen was about to comfort the fatty, his hair suddenly stood on end. That was a sign of danger!
"Get down!"
Allen rushed out and threw Sean to the ground. More than half of the wall of the private room suddenly collapsed, and a few bright barrels poked out from behind and shot at the tables and chairs. If Allen hadn't thrown Sean down, there would have been more bullet holes on the fatty's body.
Adele, who had also fallen to the ground, let out a muffled groan. She didn't even bother to remove the tarpaulin and shot directly behind the wall. The rough sound of the sniper rifle instantly suppressed the noise on the first floor, and it even blew away some unlucky person behind the wall. A miserable scream and the sound of knocking down tables and chairs rang out.
These changes happened in the blink of an eye. Before Sean could figure out what had happened, Allen had already mentioned it. Allen also pulled Adele up and shouted, "Take Sean away first."
He himself pounced into the gap in the wall.
When he met Roger tonight, Allen didn't bring Qianjun with him. As a result, he withdrew the dagger's devil's praise and did not activate the Origin Tool's awakening posture. He used the dagger's original form to attack. The two men behind the wall were busy loading bullets into their guns. Unexpectedly, Allen counterattacked so quickly. They were both startled. It was during this moment of hesitation that Allen flashed past like the wind. The dagger slashed across their necks, causing blood to burst out.
After dealing with the two gunmen, Allen had time to look around. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes, but someone pounced over from the shadows in the corner. The angle and time were just right. If it weren't for the fact that the dagger wasn't coated like Belmore, so the blade reflected the light and was captured by Allen, it would probably give Allen a pleasant surprise.
Now, it was another matter.
Allen didn't dodge, and the devil's praise pulled out a winding saber light to meet it. The two daggers continued to collide in the air, and the sound of collisions rang out incessantly. The collision of the Origin Energy and the blade produced invisible energy, blowing out the lights in the room and tearing holes in the nearby tables and chairs. Sparks burst out in the dim room. The ambusher obviously didn't expect Allen to be so difficult and let out a "yi" sound.
Suddenly, the room lit up. Allen's forehead lit up with an engraving, and orange flames sprayed out from the dagger. The killer didn't expect him to do this, and his eyes were immediately blinded by the flames that suddenly appeared. He immediately retreated, but there was still the sound of wind chasing after him, so he could only twist his dagger. Streaks of blood-red light shot out from the dagger. These Origin Energy rays were incomparably sharp, and the surrounding tables and chairs were like paper. It was pierced through by the red light and dispersed with a pull. It should be some kind of killer's ability.
The dagger in Allen's hand had long since turned into a dagger. The blood hymn slashed left and right, cutting off the bright red Origin Energy rays one by one. Originally, he had plenty of opportunities to activate the Destruction Heavy Sniper posture, but in order to take down the killer by surprise and force him to ask who was behind the scenes, he used the blood hymn instead. However, he didn't expect that this killer would also have some real skills. Even he wasn't willing to test the activated Origin Energy ray.
Blocked by these Origin Energy rays, the killer had already pounced out of the window. When Allen rushed to the window, he saw that the heads below were surging, and there was no sign of the killer. He could only punch the window frame and leave helplessly.
"What? You guys were attacked?"
After returning to his residence, Sean went back to his room to rest. When William heard that Allen and the others had been attacked, he said hatefully, "If I had known earlier, I would have gone with you and beaten those ungrateful bastards to death."
Adele rolled her eyes and looked at Allen. "This is very strange. Who do you think did it?"
'"After we killed Singh in a high-profile manner and openly took over Dick's territory, someone still killed us so quickly. It can be seen that this person is not Dick, but should be his friend or partner or something like that. That person wants to take revenge on us. " Allen tapped his fingers on the table, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "But there's something strange. The attack took place at the Red Willow Bar. How did the other party know that we had business with Roger tonight? I don't think Sean would advertise this kind of thing everywhere. Since the other party was able to grasp the precise time and place, it could only mean two things. "
"First, their intelligence is amazing. However, Dick's influence here isn't that great, so it should be very difficult for him to obtain such accurate intelligence. Then the remaining possibility is the second. " Killing intent flashed in Allen's eyes. "The mastermind is Roger himself. If that's the case, it's not hard to explain why his representative has no sincerity. Because from the beginning, he treated us like dead people. "
"But why does that Roger want to kill us? I don't even know what he looks like. "
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