Chapter 2931 - 976: Operatives from Another World in Action (Part 2)

Chapter 2931: Chapter 976: Operatives from Another World in Action (Part 2)

With the current level of civilization displayed by the Outer City people, one cannot expect those ’underground godfathers’ among them to understand the concept of a ’diplomatic incident’ and the terrifying waves it can cause. The cause of this matter is likely a kidnapping for ransom.

But the massive chain reaction caused by the disappearance of the Pallian sisters frightened these guys, making them realize they had made a foolish and horrifying mistake.

I now just hope those ground moles still have some rationality left and won’t kill to silence, trying to muddle through... Otherwise, this will be really difficult to handle.

Baroness Palian only has those two daughters, they are her lifeline. Once she loses them, with the resources the Bataxin Business Association can currently muster and Baroness Palian’s transcendent status in the Transian political circle, I estimate the outcome for the Outer City people won’t be too good."

"Does the Bataxin Business Association even need to hire people to take action?"

Mr. Ziwei snorted and said, lips curled:

"If something happens to that pair of sisters, given the Dust Beater’s nature, plus the players’ protective behavior pattern, just the players in the Expeditionary Army can sweep through here, and Sir Morphy likely won’t stop them.

The Pallian family followed Sir Morphy to conquer the world during the disaster period in Cardman City, they have seniority."

"Ah, see? Ignorance, this thing itself is already scary enough, but what’s even scarier is that wherever it exists, it always leads to all kinds of worse troubles."

Brother Prodigal sighed and continued to walk forward but was soon poked on the arm by Mustard micro-fool. He turned back to follow Chike’s gaze, and saw a place at the street stall where a Transian style ladies’ pendant was so eye-catching.

The three agents’ eyes lit up.

There’s a clue!

"You two stay here, I’ll go call for people."

Mr. Ziwei whispered and then walked over to another stall in the opposite direction, humming a tune and swaying his body, while Chike and Brother Prodigal crouched at the side of the stall.

The stall owner was a half-grown child.

With dark skin that probably hasn’t been washed in a long time, there is a scar on his arm, looking fierce, yet Brother Prodigal immediately saw that wasn’t a knife scar, just a scratch the bear kid made with a small knife to add a bit of "authority".

Tsk, immature minds do this kind of self-harming thing to amuse others no matter what world they’re in.

"Where did you get all these things?"

Mustard micro-fool asked in a slightly accented Transian language, the bored child was too lazy to answer the question and just said coldly:

"If you fancy it, pay, if you don’t, scram."

After saying it, he muttered a local curse under his breath, calling them" war profiteers stupid foreigner", of course, the Calculating Pearl’s translation program dutifully translated this sentence.

"These things are quite delicate, my daughter would love them if I bring them back, hey, little brother, could you give us a discount?"

Brother Prodigal put on a very mercenary expression, casually picking up a few small gadgets from the stall and slyly took the ladies’ pendant in his hand, negotiating:

"These things obviously have unclear backgrounds, look, the elf bracelet still has blood on it, taking these is risky for me, so give me a discount."

"Yo, an expert, eh?"

The bear child saw business coming in and immediately grinned, revealing yellow teeth, he said:

"Just three gold coins, it’s a discounted price, a special price for the heroes who came to surround the city!"

"Three gold coins? Are you crazy with poverty!"

Mustard micro-fool shouted loudly in a nasty tone:

"If all your stuff here were worth one gold coin, I’d share your surname, really, is this how you locals treat us defenders?"

"It’s not like we invited you here!"

The child wouldn’t back down, shouting out loud:

"I see you’re just looking for trouble! Three gold coins, you’ve taken the stuff, just say if you want to buy or not!"

"What if I don’t buy?"

Brother Prodigal tossed the things in his hand away, but held on to the ladies’ pendant, saying coldly:

"You gonna beat me up or something?"

"Haha"

The stall kid let out a cold laugh, pulled out a whistle and blew it hard by the mouth, a group of idle people on the nearby street with a violent aura immediately surrounded them with a malicious grin.

Brother Prodigal sneered inwardly.

No matter what world, these ground moles’s way of "doing business" is the same, the methods are stupid but effective, not to mention, don’t they have similar situations in their law-abiding society?

Such obvious traps have people jumping in every day.

But the good news is, they found the right person!

"Buddy, pay up obediently, take your stuff and leave, we’ll consider this as nothing happened, you happy, we happy."

A bald man swinging strange tattooed bare arms grinned at Brother Prodigal:

"You’re the ’heroes’ protecting the city, we don’t want to make it hard for you, tell you what, you scared my little friend here, so add five gold coins as mental damage compensation, we can also show you around."

"Heroes, please don’t get physical!"

Brother Prodigal put on a panicked expression, glanced behind him, at the street corner in the back, Mr. Ziwei had already positioned himself with the three brothers, and on the other side of the alley, their own people were waiting.