Chapter 1012 994 Francis

Chapter 1012 994. Francis

Lan En is more familiar with this kind of gang structure, the Beggars' Gang.

I learned about it when I was a child watching martial arts TV series.

With the social governance ability of the feudal era, beggars are bound to appear, and connecting these people is a huge network.

Beggars are a group of useless population waste in the eyes of ordinary people.

But people can produce high value as long as they are used correctly.

Even beggars.

But it seems that in this magical Middle Ages, no one has this awareness.

It may also be that places where the urban population does not meet the standard do not have the soil for the birth of such an organizational structure.

After all, Vengerberg, the capital of Aedirn, has a permanent population of only 6,000, which is already the capital of one of the four major countries in the north.

Without enough people, there will not be enough trade, enough disputes, and the news will not be so valuable. It is not so cost-effective to organize beggars to get news.

Even if the city population is insufficient, there may not be enough beggars.

That is the so-called "urbanization" is insufficient.

In the northern continent, perhaps only Novigrad has developed to this point, and finally someone has realized that this kind of game can exist in a city of this size.

A new and newly discovered intelligence path and profit-making means, in order to ensure the originality and leading nature of this means, it is natural for the gang to silence people.

Just now, when Lan En pressed the head of the gang leader and asked him about Dudu, the man did not dare to hesitate at all. Even if his mouth was pressed so hard that he couldn't speak clearly, he still whimpered in his throat to show his cooperation.

But when Lan En brought the topic to their cooperative relationship with the beggars, he hesitated.

"No, that's not right! Dear sir, we!!!"

Lan En's face under the hood was very calm, but he tightened his hands a little and added some strength to the wall.

The gang leader immediately had an uncontrollable fear under the pressure. He seemed to hear the "click" sound of his skull slowly deforming.

He also figured it out: the future can be discussed later, but now he has to survive first to have a future.

"Yes! Yes, sir! That's it! You saw through it right away! It's absolutely right!"

After his psychological defenses were crushed, he said everything in a panic, as if he was afraid that his head would collapse with it.

He was even a little afraid that he would say too late or say too little.

He not only admitted this emerging organizational structure, but also directly poured out his gang information, and even his stuttering was cured.

"We are the Mud Gang, living in the civilian area of ​​Novigrad, and the boss is Skech! This method was put together by one of the boss's men! He wanted to hide it, but a beggar told the boss, and this matter became known to everyone!"

"Let me go, sir! Good sir! That's all I know! Really! If you want to make a name for yourself with this method, there is absolutely no problem!"

He guessed wrong. Lan En didn't care about this idea, nor the profits it could bring.

"The Mud Gang believes that Dudu owes you money, so you should have investigated him, right?"

"Yes?"

The gang leader didn't understand why anyone would care about a halfling who ran away to avoid debt in the face of this news, and his tone was even a little uncertain.

"Did the investigation yield any results?"

"Should. Have? Ah! No! Must have! Our boss must have!"

Feeling the pressure on his head was wrong in time, the gang leader's ability to read the eyes reached the peak of his career at this moment.

He suppressed his screams of fear while speaking quickly.

This skill saved him once again in his underworld career.

Lan En slowly loosened his hand on the side of his head, and the whole person who was originally pressed against the wall seemed to collapse, and his face slid down against the wall, gasping for breath after surviving the disaster.

A muffled "bang" sound next to him made the gang leader, who was originally lying on the wall to take a breath, tremble.

Lan En's tall body was already standing beside the hooligans who had just come to their senses on the ground. He raised his boots under his cloak and stomped down like a pile driver!

Cleanly and neatly, a hooligan's neck was stepped on to a blunt angle.

He didn't bleed much, as if Lan En was demonstrating to the hooligans: if you don't want to dirty the venue, you should use this method.

The hooligans were as discerning as always, and he lowered his head tremblingly, indicating that he had learned it.

This group of people had no ability to resist, so Lan En followed the footprints he had just seen and walked upstairs to Dudu's house again.

In the end, he only found that there was a book missing from the bookcase on the second floor.

The dwarf that Dudu turned into only took this thing, then turned around and left.

Clues are hard to find, especially for a shapeshifter.

Fortunately, he just caught another "clue".

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In order to give his future professional manager a good impression, Lan En dragged all the bodies in the room to the streets and alleys outside.

The demon hunter didn't care whether they would be discovered by the beggars along the street.

Anyway, this matter would be over soon and they wouldn't be able to react in time.

The gang leader was now leading the way. He led Lan and Triss into an unfamiliar environment through the gaps between the winding buildings.

This is the slum of Novigrad. Although there is no physical separation from other areas and no obvious dividing line, Lan En is new here, and Triss just bought a holiday villa in Novigrad, which he usually uses. Come and relax.

Neither of them had been to this place.

As soon as he came in, Lan En felt that the name Mud Gang was indeed appropriate.

It is different from the standard where the main roads in Novigrad are paved with stone bricks.

The pavement stone bricks here have been damaged to the point where no trace is visible, and the soil has been exposed again, and turned into a muddy mixture during the drainage and excretion process of the residents.

Some residents laid wooden boards over the mire and puddles to make walking easier, but even the wooden boards were damaged by soaking and sank into the mud due to being stepped on.

The houses are generally crooked, with the upper and lower floors looking like building blocks that have not been stacked neatly, and they look as if they are about to fall over.

The red tile roof on the house has faded to orange, and the wall paint on the walls has yellowed and peeled off.

The wooden stairs and handles have cracks and defects that have been in disrepair for a long time.

There were not many healthy young people coming and going, but mostly middle-aged and elderly people in tattered clothes, sighing and hunched over.

The gangsters who make a living here will never be able to get on the stage in Novigrad, because they will definitely not be able to make money.

The name Mud Gang is definitely appropriate.

The gangster leader was walking in front, with Lan En and Triss following behind.

There was a slippery deep feeling under the boots, which was disgusting. But the witcher was used to it.

It's just that the conditions are similar to those in the wilderness village.

There are many twists and turns after twists and turns. There are many privately built houses in this area, so the narrow roads between the houses are even more complicated.

And without the gangster leader, a local, to lead the way, it would be difficult for Lan En to notice this area.

When walking into this area, the leading gangster is obviously a 'celebrity' in this area.

He nodded or raised his hand and greeted many people along the way.

"Hey, Marsh. How much did you make today?"

"Heh, heh heh."

It's just that the acquaintances who have greeted him are a little strange. This guy's smile seems a bit fake today.

Looking at the big man and woman leading behind him, people just looked at them a few more times.

Everyone knows that Marsh is the person trusted by the boss in the Mud Gang. For some reason, his work has been getting better and better recently, and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger.

Who knows what's going on with the big man and woman in the back? Maybe it has something to do with the boss?

Triss now has a braid. Without the use of magic, everyone would just think she is a hot beauty.

After passing through an archway between two streets, a group of people seemed to be heading in the same direction as them. After taking a look at this place, the leading bald man began to approach.

"Hello, Marsh."

The bald man spoke first.

His face was not pretty, and he was a bit serious with his bald head. He was wearing a leather jacket and breeches suitable for action, as well as a small leather bag, a dagger and other accessories.

"Hello to you too, Francis Beran."

Marsh responded dryly.

But the bald man still looked at Marsh in surprise, as if he didn't expect the other party to actually respond to him, which caught him off guard.

"Uh oh."

He blinked, but quickly adjusted and returned to the topic.

"Marsh, Boss Skechers asked you to collect the debt from the halfling, but I don't think the two behind you look like the halfling's buddies, nor do they look like the unlucky ones involved in this matter. Whatever. It’s not wise to threaten people.”

"Boss Skechers only cares about money. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't bring worthless people to the boss, he will get angry."

Lan En noticed the man named Francis Beland, who was looking away vaguely while speaking.

That amused him.

Because this guy, who seemed to be the leader of the Mud Gang like Marsh, seemed to think that Lan En and the others were the unlucky guys who were coerced by Marsh to do business.

Now I want to get Lan En and Triss out of this matter.

People who belong to gangs still have some sympathy. Is there some kind of gangster script going on here?

If he hadn't vaguely sensed the other person's emotions, Lan En would have almost thought he had seen the other person's eyes wrong.

But Marsh himself is actually the one who wants to 'pick out' the two people behind him the most right now.

It's a pity that I can't pick it.

The skull still feels a little deflated now.

"Mind your own business, Francis. You should mind your own business now."

Marsh said stiffly.

Francis Belland's situation in the gang seemed dire.

Although he seemed to want to pick out innocent people, he still had to take care of his own safety first.

So at the end, he looked at the two people led behind by Marsh with a vague look of pity, and then returned to the leading position of the group of people he led without saying anything.

After he walked away, Marsh trembled and whispered to Lan En beside him without daring to turn his head.

The sound was as soft as breathing, but Marsh already knew that the creature next to him, who didn't know whether it was a human or something else, could definitely hear it clearly.

"He was the one who first thought of taking advantage of the beggar, my lord."

"But when I discovered something was wrong with him, Boss Skechers only spent two crowns to find out about it from a beggar."