Scott's body in the corner gradually turned cold. The blood on the floor turned black and solidified. The air in the room was filled with the smell of blood. Yarlin and Lombardi looked at each other.
"Last time, you escaped from Tiago's black hand. This time, you dare to come again. You must have a plan," Yarlin said calmly.
Lombardi stared at Yarlin through his narrow eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "It seems that you know everything. Indeed, I came prepared this time. Tiago's caravan wants my life, and I have the same plan."
"Tell me about your plan." Ya Erlin's fingers were intertwined.
Lombardi glanced at the black glove on his left hand. He touched the frame of his glasses and said in a deep voice, "Set fire. Big fire."
"Big fire? How big? "
Lombardi took a deep breath. As he said the next sentence, it was as if the air was filled with smoke and dust. "A fire that will drown the entire Colorful Stone Town."
"Hiss …" Yarlin's mouth twitched. He sucked in a breath of cold air and didn't say anything.
A crazed look appeared on Lombarre's face as he said in a sinister tone, "The entire Colorful Stone Town was built by Tiago. The town has long been regarded as Tiago's private property. Once the fire spreads, Tiago's caravan will definitely put out the fire at all costs because this is to save their own property. Otherwise, once Colorful Stone Town is burned to ruins, it will take at least half a year to rebuild. During this time, the quarry will inevitably be paralyzed …"
"And this is unacceptable to Tiago's caravan." Ya Erlin rubbed his left eyelid and glared at Lombardi. "Who knows how many of the townspeople will die in your fire? They're innocent," he said coldly.
"Ha …" Lombardi's pupils suddenly shrank. For no reason, he reminded people of a viper that had just woken up from hibernation. His voice was hoarse and cruel. "A small amount is not a gentleman, and a great man is not ruthless!"
"Whoosh!"
Yarlin took out a cigarette from the box and lit it. The smoke from his cigarette blurred his face. He stood up and looked at the quiet and dark town outside the window. His blue eyes reflected the silent night.
Deep and profound. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
"Go on!"
After a long while, Yarlin flicked the half-smoked cigarette butt out. The weak sparks splashed out. He seemed to have seen the sea of fire soaring into the sky. With his back facing Lombardi, his expression was uncertain.
Lombardi stared at Yarlin's back. "In the fire and smoke, the Tiago caravan's advantage in numbers will be gone. When the time comes, we'll just have to find an opportunity to kill the leader of the caravan, Tunas. Once Tunas is dead, we'll burn the Tiago caravan's ships. Then, the rest of them will be trapped on this island. We can do whatever we want with them."
"Sounds great, but how can you guarantee that there won't be any mistakes during the entire process? Will the Tiago Caravan just sit there and wait for you to set the fire?" Yarlin asked.
"You don't have to worry about that. I know Tunas very well. I've given him a bait that he has no choice but to take. He will perform according to my choreographed play," Lombardi said confidently.
Yarlin was thinking. He didn't believe that this was Lombardi's entire plan. Maybe 90% of it was true, but the remaining 10% might not be. The reason was simple. He didn't completely trust Lombardi, so Lombardi definitely wouldn't completely trust him either. He must have left some room for himself and a way out.
He held the window frame with his left hand and leaned his body sideways. He glanced at Lombardi and said indifferently, "You're wrong about one thing. This Rainbow Stone is now the property of 153 Branch. Every resident of this town is valuable labor. I don't want to spend so much effort only to end up with a burnt ruin."
"Do you really think so, or are you just pretending to be kind?" Lombardi thought in his heart, but on the surface, he answered, "I understand. I'll start the fire around the town. There are fewer people living there."
"For this reason, the Marine will ensure that the pirates in the surrounding waters won't set foot on this island to ensure that your plan can be carried out smoothly." Yarlin's eyes flashed with an imperceptible cold light. He silently added in his heart, "At the same time, make sure that no one can leave this island before the curtain falls."
The two talked about some details, and then agreed on a time to act. Lombardi left, and Yarlin closed the door and walked to Scott's body.
The heart had already stopped beating, and the cold body exuded a faint stench. Yarlin was a little regretful, and then he asked the slave to cover the body with a quilt and hide it under the bed.
Lying on the bed, he didn't speak for the whole night. The next day, near the early hours of the morning, Macy quietly came up and slipped a note through the crack of the door. It was a message from the Red Skull Pirates.
There was a line of words written on the paper. The general idea was that the Tiago Caravan didn't intend to use the hands of the pirates to eliminate Lombardi, but they wanted to do it themselves.
Yarlin narrowed his eyes, then he found an oil pen in the room and wrote a line of words on the back of the note. When he opened the door, he saw Macy standing sneakily outside. He threw the note to her and lightly said, "Give it to Calci immediately."
Macy folded the piece of paper and clenched it tightly in her hand. She then went downstairs and quietly opened the door of the hotel. She then walked across the street. Soon, a figure walked out of the dark street and took the piece of paper. He then quickly left the town and ran towards the coast.
The sky gradually brightened, waking up the hotel from its silence. Instead, it was replaced by noisy and lively sounds. The merchants who were tired from the journey seemed to have recovered after a night of sleep. Lombardi had dark bags under his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot as he walked downstairs.
"Did you not sleep well last night?" Lang Shi looked at Lombardi and asked with some doubt.
"I've been at sea for a long time, so I can't sleep on land." Lombardi squeezed out a smile and yawned, "It's nothing, I'll be awake after washing my face."
"Well, then we …" Lang Shi looked at Lombardi and asked in a low voice.
"Well, my spy in the Tiago Caravan has already sent the news. Let's get together and make a good plan." Lombardi patted Lang Shi's shoulder.
"The spy already sent the news? When did he do it? " Lang Shi was shocked. He didn't notice that Lombardi had left the hotel, so he just nodded to cover up his shock.
"See you later!"
When they brushed past each other, Lombardi turned his head and glanced at Lang Shi's back. His eyes rippled with murderous intent. He turned his head and put on his fake disguise again. He walked towards the other merchants, using his eyes to greet them and whispering to each other.
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