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Chapter 519: Sinister Clues

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    But the Church of the Deep Sea seems to be a little different.

    Its believers are mostly Latino blacks.  Unlike the Red Lantern Festival, which needs to rely on horrible and bloody lies to maintain its deterrent force, the dogma and image of the Church of the Deep Sea are relatively mild, with a very broad base of believers, and several large-scale demonstrations have been launched.

    Of course, in the eyes of the San Francisco Police Department, all infidels, without exception, are synonymous with bloodshed and trouble.

    At this time, a fairy girl in red came to the door and said respectfully: "Sir, Liang Hui is here."

    "Call him in."

    Ever since Li Yan succeeded the "Great Yog", he almost abandoned all the sacrificial utensils and etiquette of the Red Lantern Festival. Usually, Zhen Lian and a group of fairies also called Li Yan with the very common honorific title of "Sir" in this era.

    As for privately, Zhen Lian played "Taiyin Secret Code" far-fetchedly, and added some of his own expressive performances, calling Li Yan the "Emperor in Blue", saying that he was the true god who brought the world to rotate, or something like that.  Another matter.

    "Also" The fairy in red didn't leave in a hurry: "Mr. Chang Yu, he went to a brothel on Duban Street last night. The bustard there is a believer in the Red Lantern Festival. According to her, Chang Yu  In her place, there is a friend named Yanzi."

    "I see, you go."

    Li Yan said.

    Wearing a long robe, Liang Hui respectfully followed behind a fairy girl, looking around step by step. It took about half a minute before he entered the church and saw Li Yan sitting on the bench and Zhen Lian standing there.

    "Hello, Mr. Liang, is the gift I gave you satisfactory?"

    Seeing Li Yan, Liang Hui knelt down on the ground without saying a word: "There is nothing better than your grace."

    This is a word that Liang Hui learned from asking the paper fan master in Heshengli, which amused Li Yan.

    "I said that I'm not interested in being your emperor, I only want what I deserve" After a pause, Li Yan asked, "Who owns that batch of opium?"

    Hop Shing controlled more than half of the opium supply in San Francisco, and Liang Hui had no reason not to know the origins of these people trading by the sea.

    Liang Hui licked his lips, and then said: "The people of Hesheng have always obtained semi-finished products from the owner of the southern manor, and processed them by themselves. Your Majesty's gift has nothing to do with Hesheng."

    Liang Hui has his unique art of survival, and he must clean it up first. Of course, Hesheng sells tobacco, but he has nothing to do with the Deep Sea Church.  He has no reservations about his loyalty to the Red Lantern Society, no, to the "Emperor in Blue".

    Li Yan also understood Liang Hui's thoughts, he went straight to the point:

    "Then, who is the owner of this batch?"

    "Odunk Brotherhood, many of them are believers of the Deep Sea Church. Before I came to meet His Majesty again, there was a little conflict between the people of Odunk."

    Li Yan laughed after hearing this: "It seems that my warm heart has caused you trouble, Mr. Liang."

    Liang Hui hastily denied: "Actually, the business conflict between us and the Odunk Brotherhood is not small. Your Majesty is doing me a favor."

    "real?"

    "certainly."

    Zhen Lian on the side bowed his head and remained silent.

    "But I'm still a little uneasy."

    After a long while, Li Yan stared at Liang Hui, and asked abruptly: "If the two sides go to war, who do you think will win, Hesheng or Odunke Brotherhood?"

    Liang Hui replied without hesitation: "Victory will eventually belong to you, the great emperor in blue."

    ""

    Li Yan waved after hearing this.  Liang Hui was puzzled, got up and patted the dust off his knees, and hurried forward.

    "I'm not a mean customer. If I want to order someone else, I must first ensure that he has enough capital to complete my entrustment."

    Li Yan stuffed a small handful of things into Liang Hui's hand: "You have experienced their magic power, and you can explain it yourself. This should be very simple for you. I don't care about the process. What I want is the result."

    Liang Hui glanced at the palm of his hand, pondered for a while, and then suddenly realized.

    "in addition¡­¡­"

    Li Yan thought for a while: "Tonight, I will call a friend of mine to your place. You met him last time at the teahouse. If you have any other difficulties, he will help you."

    As he spoke, Li Yan stretched out two fingers: "I'll give you two days."

    Liang Hui nodded heavily.

    "Go ahead, Mr. Liang, I guess you have troublesome things to deal with now, Zhen Lian, send Mr. Liang off for me."

    SqueakThese were all obtained by Li Yan from Zhenlian's Red Lantern Festival.  At this moment, he was sitting in a cafe, across the road was the stock exchange, but according to the law, Chinese people were not allowed to enter the exchange, and Li Yan did not resort to violence, there was no need for that.

    He spent a lot of money to invite an old trader who has worked in the exchange for forty years. This person is considered to be the only remaining employee who once worked for Chalmers.

    "No offense, Mr. China, but whatever you want to know, I think we'd better hurry up."

    This is a sloppy old man with a dull complexion. He looks to be in his sixties, with exhaustion written all over his face.  His name was Carl, and he was an old gambler, but that's not unusual in San Francisco.

    "I'm going straight to the point. I want to know about the life of Chalmers, the former owner of this exchange. If there are relics or something, that would be great. If you have any clues, I will be willing to pay for it.  "

    Li Yan took out a golden bean and flashed it before the old man's eyes.

    Blinking his eyes, he said hesitantly, "Sir, I'm afraid I can't help you with this."

    "How to say?"

    "At the beginning, Enfield gave all employees a large amount of hush money, and didn't ask us to talk about it with anyone."

    "At the beginning? I think you spent about the same amount of his hush money?"

    Li Yan raised his eyebrows.

    Karl hesitated for a long time before shrugging his shoulders: "Okay, but you have to pay me gold first."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the golden bean had already drawn a graceful curve and fell into his pocket.

    "Very good," Carl showed a satisfied smile, followed him without saying a word, stood up and left.

    Before he could run away, Li Yan had already grabbed his shoulder from behind.

    "I said, I advise you to think carefully."

    Karl yelled like a ghost, and suddenly struggled desperately: "Guard! Guard, this yellow-skinned monkey is going to kill me!"

    The sharp whistle sounded suddenly, and a patrolman wearing individual armor rushed over aggressively, and the heavy gauntlet fell on Li Yan's head!

    "Master Hui, this is not like your usual style. The Odunk Brotherhood has already given in, gold, goods, we can find a few onions to replace them, and hand them over. This time the turmoil will be resolved."

    A muscular short-haired man in his thirties stood behind Liang Hui.

    "The goods are in our hands, what about the gold?" Liang Hui buttoned his collar in front of the mirror, staring at the man in the mirror: "Who do you want me to ask for?"

    The man remained silent for a long time.

    "Do you think we have a choice? That group of niggers killed more than a dozen people, so cheap for us? Return the goods and gold and everything will be fine? You believe this kind of thing, just plunge into the toilet and drown to save money.  Your father is ashamed."

    The man clenched his hands tightly, fists clucking.

    "Hesheng is in charge of me, and it's not your turn to say three or four. When I die one day, if you dismantle Hesheng and sell it, I won't be able to control you."

    "I used to think that was very close to me"

    The man said such a sentence for no reason.

    Liang Hui raised his eyebrows and turned around suddenly. The man suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it at Liang Hui's chest!

    Ga!  Ga!

    The parrot in the bird cage fluttered wildly, and its feathers flew around.

    Zha Xiaodao looked up and saw the tile-roofed house with a red roof. He knew he had come to the right place, so he stepped forward: "I'm looking for Liang Hui."

    The two gangsters looked at each other, hesitated for a long time before saying: "Our old man is dealing with some housework, otherwise, why don't you come in and wait?"

    Zha Xiaodao sniffed the scent and grinned: "Okay."

    Just as he was about to walk in, he heard a burst of hearty and mid-spirited laughter.

    "It must be that Mr. Cha has arrived, and he is welcome from afar, welcome from afar!"

    Liang Hui came out with a smile on his face, with a lingering smell of blood on his body.

    "How do you know me?" As soon as Zha Xiaodao finished speaking, he suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, we met."

    "More than that, sir, your temperament is outstanding."

    Liang Hui did not dare to neglect at all.

    "Pursue?"

    Cha Xiaodao said with a smile.

    Liang Hui shook his head: "From the bottom of my heart."

    He restrained his smile, glanced back, and waved his hands. The strong thugs brought out a dozen corpses from the upstairs, and carried them away through the side door. A trickle of blood was sprinkled, and immediately there was a maid with braids.  Wipe the floor.

    "This, what's going on, this is it?"

    Zha Xiaodao pointed to the corpses that had been moved out.

    Liang Hui shook his head: "The family is unlucky, so don't mention it. Mr. Cha, please go upstairs." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)Immediately there were maids with braided hair mopping the floor.

    "This, what's going on, this is it?"

    Zha Xiaodao pointed to the corpses that had been moved out.

    Liang Hui shook his head: "The family is unfortunate, so don't mention it. Mr. Cha, please go upstairs." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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