Chapter 487 Reward

"Mafia?" After hearing this word, Riya lowered her head thoughtfully.

"Looking at you, you don't even know what the Mafia is."

Craden looked proud for a moment when he mentioned this word. After finally talking about his own field, the man's tone became a bit arrogant.

“You should also know that we are called the clones of Famine Knight, but we appeared earlier than Famine awakened.

About forty-five years ago, a wave of immigrants from the Mafia poured into Endles and quickly took over the underground forces of Endles. They conducted a series of invisible transactions, such as assassination warrants and pornographic transactions. , medicine trading, and then the black businessmen who are extraordinary people immediately focused on this rare opportunity. "

With their extraordinary status, they can completely intervene in this market and control underground transactions with their invisible hands, thereby making themselves the biggest profiteers.

As a result, unorganized black businessmen united to invest in this gray trade and established their own unique mafia organization.

In the beginning, its members would leave a black palm mark as a prank when accepting a murder or other commission.

Over time, Endles' extraordinary mafia organization became known as the "Black Hand". In essence, these people controlled a considerable part of Endles' economic network, and members of the Order Association could not Eradicate them completely.

Every time there is economic chaos, the shadow of black business activities can always be glimpsed in it.

However, as James said to Leah at first, black traders are a group of smart people, a group of cunning old foxes.

Never believe anything they say, using money to communicate with them and convincing them is the best way.

Hearing this, Riya probably thought that the clones of Famine were different from clones in the traditional sense. The culprits who caused [Famine] in the world could all be called their clones, and among these people, [Black Businessmen] were the best.

Taking back the greedy nature of the black businessmen means truly taking back the power of famine. However, greed is like the fate of the black businessmen. It is not that easy to do it.

"This knight is inherently more troublesome than I thought, but he doesn't look like the representative of the black businessman meme."

The black businessman, after working for a long time, it turned out that he had hit his hometown.

Riya sighed slightly in his heart. He had seen official black traders before. Those people looked very normal, and their greedy nature could be restrained. But it was hard to say about wild black traders. Without the protection of epidemic doctors, every Every black businessman is struggling in the sludge of money, and he probably doesn't have a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Take me to meet them. I have something to say to the leader."

After Riya said this, she walked towards the door of the restaurant. But as soon as she walked out, she suddenly realized something and turned to look at the wall.

A pure black handprint appeared above, and next to the handprint, a wanted poster was posted, with Riya's portrait drawn above it.

[Wanted Person: Riya Kercha, dead or wounded]

[Bounty: 900, 00, 00, 00.00]

[Unit: gold coins]

"One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand... billions!?"

Craden was still staring at the dense string of zeros and counting, and the more he counted, the more shocked he became.

"Nine...nine hundred million gold coins!!?"

He looked at the wanted notice and then at Riya. At this time, he was already dumbfounded. What surprised him even more was that the wanted notice had been posted all over the streets and alleys without knowing when.

Using extraordinary means, all this is not difficult to do. These wanted orders are harmless to Leah. They can only represent the provocation of the instigator. He seems to be telling Leah clearly that the Black Hand does not want him. Take it seriously.

[We already know your identity, and we have all your information, big and small]

[In the eyes of black businessmen, everyone is like a blank piece of paper filled with words. Identity privacy? As long as you use money, there is nothing you can’t buy]

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency..."

Kraden seemed to feel a cold wind stabbing his spine. It was fine for the Black Hand's people to provoke Leah, but he was still here. If this person had a bad temper, he would be suspected of being a mole and die on the spot. No burial place.

However, the young man beside him just stared at his wanted poster without saying a word. Just when Craden thought he was going to say something, Riya suddenly spoke.

"I didn't expect that I have become so valuable."

"ah?"

"You said, if I surrender the wanted warrant, will they give me 900 million?"

"Stop making such jokes, now is not the time to joke."

Craden felt like he was about to cry, but the person next to him suddenly hit his hand, as if he had come up with some good idea.

He watched as Riya took out a stack of white paper from the shadow, and then asked him: "What is your boss's name?"

Craden was dumbfounded. He didn't understand what Riya wanted to do, but he was a principled person. The members of the Black Hand were all like a family. From the moment they joined the association, everyone swore to the flag that their family members would never be involved in anything. Sell ​​people.

So the next second, the man's face turned cold and he came closer to Riya: "Our boss said..."

Riya silently took out a wad of gold banknotes from her pocket.

"Family never abandons family..."

Ria took out three stacks.

"I'm not such a person, I have my own principles——"

"Crack!"

Several deeply black tentacles brought out a suitcase half a man's height from the shadows and opened it. The golden light inside almost blinded Craden.

Craden's face turned colder, as if he felt the anger of being insulted. His breathing became heavier and his face turned red: "Fuck your principles, our leader's name is Sofia Miller, sir."

"Not only can I provide his name, I also know which school and grade his daughter attends. I also know which GG brands his eighth wife has endorsed. Do you need any more information?"

Craden gritted his teeth as he spoke, but his eyes never moved away from those things that emitted golden light.

"Your information is very specific, and it seems that you have made the decision to stab someone in the back. As the saying goes, a mafia who doesn't want to be a parent is not a good mafia."

Ria admired Craden's good trading spirit very much, and just when the man couldn't wait to pounce on the gold, the tentacles closed the suitcases with a "snap" and slowly dragged them back into the bottomless shadow.

"GOLD!!!"

Craden's eyes widened, while Ria smiled and said: "Those things are for display, just look at them to satisfy your eyes."

"The information you just provided me can be used as exhibition expenses. It's a very fair transaction, isn't it?"