Interpersonal relationships are a resource. It is precisely because a person cannot master all the knowledge and abilities in the world that he needs to meet an object that can make up for his own shortcomings.

Someone once advocated that a person can get to know anyone in the world by just using the interpersonal relationships of "friends" like "friends". Perhaps the world is not that small, but through the relationships of "friends", the interpersonal relationships that acquaintances will expand extremely greatly.

The boy may not have thought of this complex interpersonal theory, but he could still think of some ways to effectively utilize existing interpersonal relationships. If Curt, as a law-abiding mercenary, could not accept his commission, he might not know the object he could accept.

So the transaction conditions he proposed became simple. He did not need Curt to complete his commission himself. He just wanted to use his interpersonal relationships to meet someone who could and was willing to kill the black-clothed magician. In exchange, he could give everything he had.

The boy's condition was just a blank check. In fact, Curt didn't need the boy to do anything for him. He was young and did have huge possibilities, but this possibility was not used as a suitable price - at least he did not have enough value yet.

However, he had not fallen into the money yet and couldn't get out of it. Although the boy couldn't offer a suitable price, Curt didn't mind helping him in this regard. So after a brief call, he took the boy and Liqi to the location where the person who met the requirements was.

Curt yawned lazily while walking on the street. He watched the black motor vehicle floating in the night with shining night lights. He floated along the street, crossing from the east to the west of Lutias Road, and then disappeared into the dark distance.

"If it's to adapt to the times... is it necessary to learn to drive a motor vehicle?" Looking at the motor vehicle leisurely. Curt suddenly said, "This thing seems to have been popularized in middle-class families recently, and it seems to be quite convenient."

It was only a few minutes before the three of them arrived at Almz Street in the old city.

This is an old neighborhood. Although it is not as slums, it is also an area where low-income classes live. Each building is very low, and most of the street lights are out. The fire hydrant on the side of the road has broken down. The continuous flow of water has caused a large area of ​​cracked cement roads.

"That idea just needs to be kept in your mind."

Liqi shrugged disapprovingly: "You know, this means little to you. Even if you really get the qualification to drive a motor vehicle, there is no need to actually drive a motor vehicle during the whole year. There is no way to drive a lot of places you are going to, right?"

With the gradual popularity of motor vehicles, the streets of Katris have gradually expanded into wide roads that allow motor vehicles to pass through in recent years. However, in the old urban areas that have not yet been developed, streets that only consider people can pass through cannot accommodate huge motor vehicles to enter.

For example, now, there is no road for vehicles to be connected to the places they are preparing to go. So after the three of them get off the public bus, they still need to cross a long street to reach their destination. While they are careful not to step on the puddles, they are striding on the downhill of the sidewalk.

"Of course, if you master it as a skill, it will not hurt in general. If you think it is necessary, you can also learn it."

It is useless without any skills - Liqi muttered like an additional explanation - Maybe one day when encountering a special situation, even some inexplicable techniques and knowledge will be used.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Leinster... where are we going now?" He glanced around. The nearby streets were as dilapidated as several streets where he often moved. "Is there any nearby streets... what you said about 'that kind of person'?"

Although the boy's head was almost filled with the idea of ​​revenge, he still had the most basic vigilance. In the past, he did not come to the neighborhood, not that he did not want to come, but that the old men in the slums repeatedly warned him not to come around here.

At that time, he didn't understand why, but now he could clearly feel a sense of heterogeneity that was different from ordinary residential areas when he walked on this street.

"I have passed you at high speed, and your commission does not meet the regulations - then the person who can accept this commission is naturally not a legitimate professional." Curt made a gesture of silence, "Stop talking nonsense on this street, and wait a moment, don't talk if you can stop talking."

Before leaving, he had told him that they were going to find the identity of a partner... A person who could and was willing to kill the black-clothed magician, naturally there were only some cleaning staff who were targeting "people" - compared to mercenaries, they were the real "take money and eliminate disasters for people."

Those who work as mercenaries always come into contact with all kinds of people, and there are naturally "professionals" engaged in this industry among the people Curt knows. Interestingly, if it weren't for the "commission" proposed by the teenager, Curt would never have thought about who professional skills he needed.

The life experience is really a bit surprising. A few days ago, I thought about asking for some information from him, but now I have to play the role of threading and building a bridge between him and the "Sweeping House". Although all this is for his own purposes, Curt still couldn't help but want to laugh.

Leisurely Curt travels through the old neighborhood with the dull teenager, and the three of them arrive at the destination of the trip, a bar that looks dilapidated.

The low-level sign is painted with a crooked rudder, and the lights decorated around are flickering, and most of the cheap lights reveal messy threads. On the side of the sign, there are also text columns with clumsy brushstrokes, which seem to be written with the words "Alcohol is the best medicine to cure all pains."

Although the door on the front of the bar is made of a thick wood, the outer paint peels off and turns up everywhere, and it can no longer be seen. Only the brass door handle is still shining, indicating that there should be a constant stream of customers here, and the small bar business is good.

Curt opened the door casually, and what came to him was vulgar pop songs. It was similar to what you saw outside. The space inside the bar was not spacious. There was a bar that extended into the inside in the dim shop, as well as seven round tables that were not big or small, and most of them were seated.

The boy was a little surprised by this scene. He originally thought that this place would be a place for people who were tired of life to gather side by side to complain or sigh - just like the drunkards who had been staying in the most corner of the slum before, complaining about their lives every day.

But in fact, this was not the case in this bar. There were about twenty people occupying the seats, each of which looked fierce and evil. A tattoo of a dagger passing through the skull was stabbed on the obvious parts of their bodies, which was probably their unified logo.

Their age ranged from 10 to 30 years old, and they were almost wearing leather jackets with a lot of rivets, which were more armor than clothes. Some men and others were even naked on their upper bodies, showing their muscles and scars all over them for everyone to see.

This is a place where gangsters gather to hang out.

Originally, the three of them were dressed in black clothes that looked like mourning clothes, and they were dressed like they were going to a funeral, but now they have become the most normal dress in the store. There is no doubt that they have become the focus of attention, and the noises all over the store suddenly stopped, leaving only the harsh sound of pop songs on the radio.

"Oh, good evening, Leinster!" Instinctively felt that this bar was not the realm he should have come to. The boy suddenly shrank a little, but heard the leader Cott shouting in a slightly charming voice, "I'm here! It's not there, it's here, it's here!"

A palm swung in the inside of the bar towards the direction where the three were. It was the innermost bar seat of the bar, almost completely covered in the shadow.

Suddenly, all eyes that were originally concentrated on Kotzka dispersed, and the store returned to its noisy appearance. The gangsters who were originally in this store seemed to be no longer interested in them... It would be better to say that they should avoid being involved with them as much as possible, just like avoiding disasters.

What happened? Looking at the gangsters who changed their attitudes in unison, a brief question flashed through the boy's heart. However, when the young man, who was still confused, saw clearly the figure who waved to them, he immediately understood what was going on.

The person who spoke was a woman with a charming face as her voice as she spoke. Her long red hair rolled like waves, and her face without makeup revealed a ripe fruit-like luster. She had a beauty that was not like a human, and made people feel like she had come out of a fairy tale.

This woman is probably the most beautiful woman the teenager has ever seen in his life... without considering the red snake body trayed under the chair.

Beauty Snake - This word may be the most suitable description of this woman. She is wearing a sensational thin dress, which reminds people of the style of the desert. If you only look at the upper body, she is indeed a beautiful woman, but the part below the waist of a normal person is connected with a red snake tail.

"Don't talk to her, even if it's a word, before I finish talking to her." Before I walked in, Curt approached the boy as if nothing had happened and said in a thin voice, "This woman looks the same as hers, and is not a easy guy to deal with."

In fact, without Curt's explanation, the boy had already felt the dangerous aura floating out of the woman. I don't know what was going on, but he felt an indescribable sense of oppression. Under her gaze, he seemed to be a frog stared at by a snake. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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