Before the advent of the steam engine era, the Flemish Kingdom became one of the maritime overlords of that era by virtue of its huge fleet, ancestral navigation technology, and talented navigators that emerged every century.

But they did not seize the opportunity of the steam age, so they fell behind the empire in the Age of Discovery and were bombarded by the empire's giant ships and cannons.

The king was captured, the nobles surrendered, and the people were subjected to endless aggression by the invaders.

Some lucky people escaped from the war by luck, left their homeland of the Franji Kingdom, came to the empire, and became illegal households that were not recognized by the law.

After several generations of hard work, these Francons have taken root in the empire.

Over the years, they blossomed and spread their leaves.

Today, some of the descendants of those Franji people have gained formal status through hard work and have become citizens recognized by the empire.

The other part is willing to sink and hang out with local gangsters in the lower city of Yanan City. They are infected with incurable diseases and are highly addicted to certain compounds, living in a state of confusion and futility.

Most of the members of the Powder Keg Gang are the second type of Francois.

Chen Yan was still a little stressed at the thought of having to deal with such a guy.

The Franji men of the Powder Keg Gang are engaged in businesses that are not on the market. They are mainly engaged in the sale of firearms, and in the past few years they have launched a "bearer safe" business.

The target customer group of this business is people who "have some secret things in their hands that need to be protected, but due to some special reasons, they cannot carry them with them and do not have their own secret hiding place."

Most of them are lawless elements.

So when Vivian's father said "the Powder Keg Gang's bearer safe", Chen Yan was surprised.

How could Vivian's father, a decent man who lived on the high street and had his own business, come to a place like Tinderbox to help store things?

What did he save?

When Chen Yan arrived at the door of 189 Walker Street, the sun had already set.

The deserted streets were dark, and the smell of horse urine mixed with an inexplicable stench floated on both sides of the street.

Waste newspapers and unknown trash fly across the street from time to time. If you look closely, you can vaguely see a shadow moving in the dark alley on the street.

But Chen Yan was not in the mood to take a closer look.

It's not because of fear, because Asians have Tai Shenghe's protection and don't need to be too afraid of the power of the Powder Keg Gang——

The Powder Keg Gang and Tai Sheng He are not hostile, but rather like a partnership. There are many business dealings between the two and their interests are intertwined - this means that the Powder Keg Gang will not attack Asians.

What's more, the Powder Keg Gang's bearer safe business has been in business for nearly ten years, and they haven't heard of any problems - which shows that the credit of this group of Francois is quite good.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door of 189 Walker Street.

It was a rather simple-looking door. The brown paint on the carved surface of the door had faded. In the dim twilight, you could vaguely see the decayed wooden facade beneath the paint.

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

He raised his hand again.

Before knocking on the door, the square safety opening on the door opened.

A pair of black steel pipes appeared inside the safety opening.

"who is it."

The Imperial dialect with the French accent sounded strange, like it was tongue-tied.

Chen Yan realized that the pair of steel pipes were some kind of firearms. He controlled his emotions and replied in a low voice: "I want to use the safe."

The voice inside the door was calm: "Number."

Chen Yan recalled and said: "5371."

The voice inside the door seemed a little softer: "Password."

Chen Yan replied: "710309."

"Bang..."

The safety door was closed, and then there was the sound of flipping through paper.

After a while, the dull sound of pig iron hitting rotten wood came from the safety port.

Then, the door unlocked one after another.

"Click, click..."

The sound of unlocking the door continued for more than three minutes.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door opened.

A short, fat old man named Frankie wearing a white cotton vest appeared behind the door.

The cotton vest he was wearing had been worn for a long time, and the thermal clothes inside the cotton vest had also been washed and faded, but it was obviously well taken care of and there were no patches.

His messy hair was yellow and white, he had no beard, and he had a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

"Walk."

He took two steps back, and although he lowered his gun, he still faced Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took two steps forward and took the opportunity to glance inside the Powder Keg Gang industry:

The space inside the private apartment in Powder Keg Gang is about the same size as Chen Yan's 33 Walker Street, but it is still very crowded because most of the space is filled with various personal belongings.

Even in the most spacious central corridor, the space seems cramped and cramped.

In a blink of an eye, the old man came to his side.

"stop."

Chen Yan stopped and saw the old man taking out a piece of black cloth and preparing to cover his eyes.

The old man's technique was very rough, and the black cloth covered his field of vision.

It was pitch black before his eyes. The black cloth was obviously a special light-blocking cloth, not ordinary linen.

"Turn in circles, ten circles, no stopping."

Chen Yan did as he was told and felt dizzy.

After ten rounds, the old man took his arm.

"Walk."

Chen Yan walked towards the "front".

When a person loses his vision, his hearing becomes very sensitive.

Chen Yan heard whispers coming from the right front. The voice was not in the imperial language, but sounded like a lot of rap in the French language.

Farther ahead on the left, there was the sound of normal conversation. The conversation was not deliberately lowered, but Chen Yan still couldn't hear it clearly.

Along with the sound of conversation, there was the sound of playing cards being thrown on the table - the people in the room on the left front seemed to be playing cards?

There was a slight, dull "bang" sound above my head, like the sound of wood hitting a plaster wall.

Mixed in with this "bang" sound was an extremely slight, suppressed gasp. The sound came from different people, and the owner of the sound could be heard to have exercised obvious self-restraint.

Chen Yan realized that there must be many people in this house at 189 Walker Street.

A lot of people from the Powder Keg Gang.

After counting 12 times, old man Franji signaled to stop and turn left.

"Watch the stairs."

stairs?

Up or down?

Chen Yan stretched out his foot to test, and then stepped on the ground.

It's the stairs going down.

Is the bearer safe in the basement...

He slowly walked down, listening to the dull sound of his shoes hitting the wooden stairs, and smelling the smell of aged wood and the cold musty smell in the heavy air.

He counted the 33 steps in his mind.

"arrive."

Finally we arrived at the location of the Powder Keg Gang’s bearer safe.

"Continue to go."

The further Chen Yan walked forward, the more surprised he became.
Chapter completed!