Empire of Shadows

Chapter 462: Do We Have a Grudge? [666+17 (From Last Month)]

The worker in the detention room lay on the bench, staring at the ceiling.

His mind was filled with the lawyer's words about "twenty thousand dollars."

Honestly, he was tempted by the money, after all, it was twenty thousand dollars.

Considering his current expenses, he could save about fifteen dollars a month.

That would be only one hundred and eighty dollars a year.

Twenty thousand dollars was the savings he could accumulate in a hundred years, but now, he could have it deposited into his account with just a few different decisions.

He turned his body, looking at the wall, his mind filled with thoughts of "What could I do if I had twenty thousand dollars?"

If I had twenty thousand dollars, I should buy a bigger house.

If I had twenty thousand dollars, I could buy a car, everyone likes to drive.

If I had twenty thousand dollars, I could buy some fashionable furniture.

If I had twenty thousand dollars... what else could I do?

He suddenly felt a little lost, because he wasn't sure what kind of qualitative change this money could bring to his life!

What it could do, ten thousand dollars could also do.

What ten thousand dollars couldn't do, twenty thousand dollars actually couldn't do either!

For example, changing social class, neither ten thousand dollars nor twenty thousand dollars could do that.

He turned his body again, looking at the detention room door, a very solid iron door, blocking him from embracing freedom.

Five years is a very long time, his children, his wife, his parents...

That guy's words kept lingering in his mind, his originally firm will became less firm, he didn't want to miss the important stages of his children's growth, didn't want to lose his important companionship with his wife, and didn't want to become a dependence his parents couldn't reach.

He thought a lot, even feeling that he had learned to use parallel sentences like a poet!

He turned again, facing the ceiling again, and subconsciously thought of the fellow workers doing odd jobs outside the pier, and the scene of those vicious people coming in with baseball bats to beat people.

He thought of someone lying in a pool of blood, while the people who caused these tragedies left with their arms around the police.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in his mind.

"This is Goldport City!"

Yes, this is Goldport City!

He has a growing child, entrusting the hope for the future development of the family needs to thrive!

He has a gentle wife, although she has a slight odor and doesn't like to bathe so much, but she is full of moisture!

He has a pair of parents who raised him, this good-for-nothing, but they have done their best, and it is time for them to peacefully complete the last journey of their lives!

He is just a small person, and a small person is most easily crushed by huge waves.

He didn't think that he and his family could resist the Blue family's pursuit, even if those people promised to send him away.

Growing up in Goldport City, the thing he heard the most about since he was a child was the gang's kill order.

They would send people to specifically search for those people's information, and then arrange assassins to kill them in the corner one day!

Thinking of this, he suddenly couldn't sit still, he stood up, walked to the door, and slammed on the door, "I want to see Mr. Blue!"

More than ten minutes later, Blue arrived here. Originally, he shouldn't have come himself, or rather, he could have let someone else come.

But because Madol had discovered that someone was tailing, he felt that this information might be very important.

Not underestimating any information at critical moments can ensure that one's own interests are not harmed, so he came in person.

The worker was also very surprised to see Blue come in person. His butt immediately left the chair, and he said somewhat uneasily, "Mr. Blue."

Blue raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling him to sit down. Several people in the room walked to the corner, staring at the worker sitting on the chair with their arms crossed, the atmosphere was a bit stiff.

"Don't mind them, they are just here to protect our safety.", Blue said, paused, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one over, "Do you smoke?"

The worker was stunned for a moment, and took the cigarette a little flusteredly, "Yes, I smoke, thank you, thank you, Mr. Blue."

Blue lit his own cigarette and threw the match over, "So, do you have something to say to me?"

The worker took a deep breath of the cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs, making his whole person seem to relax.

He flicked the ash, but nothing actually fell off, after all, it was the first puff.

"Just now a policeman came in and asked me to commit perjury when the court session opens."

Duke, the branch director, also came in with Blue. Blue turned to look at him, the latter had a look of disbelief, but his face quickly became very ugly!

"I'll go find out.", Blue nodded, his eyes returned to the worker, "Do you mind telling me what he said to you again?"

"Of course not!"

"Mr. Blue, I notified you just to tell you all this!"

He repeated everything that "policeman" had said to him. Blue smoked while listening quietly. He crossed his legs and put his hands on his legs, "What he said makes some sense."

He first commented, "I will have people pay attention to these things to ensure that your children will not be bullied, you can also meet with your wife often, and your parents will be very safe."

The worker was a little unbelievable, "Can I meet with them often?"

Blue smiled and tilted his head, "Originally not, but now it's possible!"

"After you come out, you don't have to go to the pier to work anymore, come directly to the company, I will arrange a job that is more suitable for you!"

The worker looked surprised, he quickly stood up, bent over, put his hands together, "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Blue..."

Blue waited for his emotions to calm down a little before saying, "You did a good job, those outsiders don't understand at all, this is Goldport City, our Goldport City!"

"They will only mess around and only bring harm!"

At this time, Duke also walked in from outside the door, followed by the detention room guard.

He stood beside him with his arms akimbo, signaling the fat guard to speak.

The fat guard's face was a little pale, he took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, and accidentally knocked his hat off the ground.

His head of hair was stuck together with sweat, and his white and fat figure made his movements look very ridiculous, but no one laughed.

He bent down with some difficulty to pick up his hat, the handkerchief was already a bit damp, "Mr. Blue, I have been here all day today and haven't left. A colleague said he wanted to treat me to a donut and offered me a cigarette."

"I swear, I only left for five minutes...", he said as if he thought of something, "By the way, I saw an unfamiliar police officer coming out of here when I came to open the door."

"That person..."

Blue stood up, the fat policeman's body began to tremble, and his eyes were pleading.

Only those who have high contact with Blue and the Blue family will understand the horror of the Blue family.

Other people, police in other regions, ordinary people, gangs, simply don't understand!

They kill a bunch of people at every turn, and everyone's body is filled with bullets!

Whether it's the police, rival gang members, or those who have offended them, as long as Blue thinks you are guilty, then those people will kill you!

Blue walked up to him, looked at him for a while, and then showed some smiles, "Take us to find your good colleague."

At this time, the fat policeman no longer had any intention of struggling or resisting. He put his hat back on, licked his lips, and didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his face, "Of course, Mr. Blue, please come with me!"

Duke hesitated for a moment, but still sighed and followed them out.

The police officer who had just done Hunter a favor didn't know what was going to happen next. He was considering how to maximize the value of the money in his hand without making anyone feel anything unusual.

Suddenly, the surrounding offices became quiet, and most people looked towards him.

His face was full of doubt. Following the eyes of others, he slightly turned his body and looked back.

In that instant, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood up flusteredly.

The scraping sound of the chair legs sliding on the ground was particularly harsh, he was very flustered.

The fat policeman stood beside him, his eyes full of hatred, which made him realize that something was wrong!

Blue was about to speak, but Duke gave Blue a look. After the two looked at each other for a moment, Blue didn't speak.

He gave Duke some face.

The latter said, "Come to my office, we need you for something."

The police officer was a little at a loss, but still bit the bullet and followed. A large group of people left, and the office suddenly became lively again, but people were discussing what exactly had happened.

No one knew what had happened, at least they wouldn't know until someone announced it.

Duke's office was on the fifth floor. After arriving at the office, Blue sat on Duke's seat, while Duke left first.

He casually found an excuse, leaving only Blue's people and two police officers in the room.

"Have we met before?", Blue asked.

The police officer was silent for a while, then shook his head, "No, we haven't met, Mr. Blue."

Blue nodded noncommittally, "Then have I offended you?"

Those words carried a bit of weight, and the police officer's heart began to pound uncontrollably. He tried his best to calm himself, telling himself, "Everything is fine."

"No, you haven't offended me, Mr. Lance."

Lance raised his hand and smoothed back his hair. "Then can you tell me, if we haven't met and I haven't offended you, why are you helping others to target me?"