Chapter 175 Mr. Lawyer (Monthly Ticket Plus Update!)

Cromwell came back soon: "I visited the nearby neighbors and 'persuaded' them to provide some clues, and there are already some clues."

Cifer followed him out of the house, watched the Arbiter lock the door, put the key back, and hurried down the street.

Cromwell said as he walked, "Lynn was kidnapped by the Zimanger party."

"Zmanger Party?" Xifa asked rhetorically, expressing that he was not familiar with this organization.

The arbitrator nodded lightly and said, "Yes, they are notorious gangsters. I just came to Backlund and got to know them better through two commissions."

"The reason why they were able to determine what they did was because one of the neighbors provided the appearance of an important person in the gang."

Xifa quickly followed and said: "It seems that you know where to go and can find your lawyer friend."

Cromwell gave an 'hmm' and quickened his pace.

Backlund.

East End.

In the rare weather without dense fog, the sun is still hard to drive out the "haze" here. Pedestrians who walk numbly on the road, homeless people who reach out to pick up roadside fruit cores to eat, sit on the side of the road waiting to die because they have no money for medical treatment woman.

They made this street dyed with an invisible layer of coldness and grayness.

In front of an abandoned factory, a carriage came and stopped nearby.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man got out from inside. He combed his hair back, dressed in a formal suit, biting a cigar, looked at the factory's vacant gate and sneered.

When he walked in the door, he saw a lean man with dark skin and sunken eyes leaning against the door.

He, who obviously has plateau blood, glanced into the depths of the factory area: "I've already got the person you want."

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to help me this once." Dabeitou said while taking out an envelope from his pocket.

The thin man took the envelope, opened it, inhaled the smell of the ink inside, then put the envelope away, whistled, and four or five people came out of the factory area.

"Two fellas left for you, enjoy yourself, Mr. Kim."

The man known as Kim took a puff on his cigar: "I will."

After these people left, Kim hummed a little tune and walked into the factory area following the dance steps at a banquet.

Here, someone was hung up with his hands tied, with his feet about ten centimeters off the ground.

The man hanging in mid-air looked to be in his mid-twenties, not thirty. He was wearing a white shirt with his vest open, and there was some blood on it.

His brown hair was disheveled, and his left eye socket was bruised on his deep and handsome face.

Hearing Kim's voice, he looked over, then laughed.

Kim stopped, looked at him and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Lynn."

"Well, Kim, I hope you know what you're doing."

'Lawyer' Lynn didn't seem to care about his current situation at all, and said with a smile: "Let me remind you, so far, according to the laws of our kingdom. You have committed crimes of instigation, suspected kidnapping, illegal imprisonment and injury Others, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"Can you please shut up? Maybe, let me sew your mouth shut?" Kim smoked a cigar. "Know what I hate about your lawyers?"

"You're always nagging, you can't do this, you can't do that. Just like the acquisition of the Erik Steel Works, you just need to let them sell 51% of the shares instead of 10% as I said."

"So now, instead of meeting in this filthy place, we've shared wine in a diner. Damn, can't they Zimang party find a better place? It's this shitty factory every time"

Lynn laughed and said, "I've already said that I have principles. It's not that I will do whatever you want."

"Principle? How much is it worth? Is it more important than your life?" Kim gestured to a tall and thin man next to him, "Put him down."

A moment later, Lynn fell to the ground, and Kim walked over, blowing a puff of choking smoke into his face: "Now let me give you a suggestion. Mr. Lynn, on Monday morning, I hope to see a Brand new contract."

"That contract should have the wonderful number 51. Then, you can go home now, hire a worker to clean up the house, and if you have time, you can go fishing."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that after tomorrow, there won't be Lynn Beard in Backlund."

Lynn laughed: "Really? Then let me deduce it for you. If I don't show up at the office on Monday, my assistant will open my drawer and see an envelope inside."

"You see, I have foreseen this and made some arrangements in advance. It's just that I didn't expect that you could invite the executioner. I really underestimated you."

"Going back to the letter, I already pointed out in the letter that if anything happened to me, you were the prime suspect. Then this letter will be sent to the police station. I happen to have some friends in the police station. They It will be taken very seriously.”

"Then you're screwed, Mr. Kim."

Kim's expression changed.

Lynn continued: "In addition, I have some good friends who know my habit of not going to work on Friday afternoons. Maybe some bastard is thinking about the bottle of Ormere wine at home. Great wine, hard to get elsewhere."

"In this way, they will find out that I was kidnapped, and the result will not change, and you will still be finished."

"So you see, Kim, from the beginning, I knew you were an idiot. That's why, I didn't agree to help you raise your stake to 51 percent."

"ah"

Kim punched Lynn in the face, then smiled and took out a gleaming dagger from his pocket, and pressed it against the lawyer's throat: "Linn, dear Lynn. Next, you'd better say something If it pleases me, otherwise, your eloquent mouth will never be able to play its role."

at this time.

There are gunshots!

The window of the factory shattered, and Kim's hand holding the dagger was bleeding, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. He turned around again, was shot in the shoulder again, and fell to the ground screaming.

Two members of the Zimang Party drew out their daggers and revolvers, but a commanding voice ordered, "Drop your weapons."

With two bangs, they dropped the weapons in their hands, then came back to their senses, and fled in a panic.

Kim clutched his shoulders, his facial features contorted from the pain, and he saw two men leaping out of the broken window, both dressed as gentlemen.

It's just that on their faces, one is wearing an exaggerated golden mask, and the other is a white smiling mask with two mustaches.

"You, who are you?" Kim said tremblingly.

The man in the golden mask yelled, "Get lost!"

Kim was willing to follow this 'suggestion' from the bottom of his heart, got up and ran, stumbled into his carriage, and left in a panic.

PS: Thanks to Liu Yufeng, I am just a little rookie, Ye Fengdu, Jiu Xuanzun, Zhen Xuanxi and other students for their rewards~