I will be crowned king

"We seem to be late."

Looking at the door that was knocked open and the empty inquiries in front of him, Bloen squinted and stared coldly at the gang leader beside him, his expression extremely ugly:

"Aren't you going to explain yourself to this situation that shouldn't have happened, Lord Wissam?"

Wearing an exquisite striped coat and a bowler hat, the capable middle-aged man whom Bloun called "Wissam" seemed to be unconcerned with the unabashed questioning. He was biting his pipe and grinning upward, revealing half a crooked mouth. Terrible yellow teeth:

"Explanation? There is nothing to explain, young sir; you have seen that after receiving the order from the 'Black Mage', we did not dare to neglect it for a minute. We took the people and rushed here - but there was no way, who let the guards The scum of the army are just faster than us.”

"It's not because I'm afraid of those scum that I delay and fall behind them."

He spread his hands and smiled as sincerely as a farmer who was questioned about his harvest by a landlord:

"So...what do you want to do?"

Bloen didn't answer. With a cold face, he narrowed his eyes into a slit and looked at the other person's smile with amusement.

Outside the door of the newspaper office where more than 20 strong men gathered, the quietness of the empty streets could be heard; a group of gangsters were either surprised or malicious, staring at this thin young man.

The young bachelor had no consciousness of being "surrounded" and glanced at the newspaper building behind him inadvertently; at that moment, a flash of surprise appeared in his ice-blue eyes.

In just the next second, the young bachelor's expression returned to its original state, and a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Search, search the entire newspaper building from beginning to end." Brohn, with a cold expression, glanced at the gang leader beside him and said in a commanding tone:

"The Guards came in a hurry. There must be many important clues left that have not been discovered by them."

"Find them, discover them, even if there are only a few words about Draco Vertes; sort out the clues and bring them over, and the Black Mage will give you the reward you have always dreamed of."

"real?!"

The capable middle-aged man was shocked, with obvious greed in his eyes.

"Of course, Lord Wissam." The indifferent Broun smiled at the other party uncharacteristically, although it was an extremely stiff and slightly ferocious smile:

"The Black Mage will never treat those who serve him loyally, and I have always thought that you are the most loyal among the gangsters who work for the Black Mage."

After saying that, the young bachelor with his hands behind his back turned and walked out the door. The gangsters gathered around him unconsciously made way for him and watched him board the carriage, and the speeding car headed towards the inner city. .

Looking at the back of the carriage leaving, the gang leader, who was still smiling a moment ago, had a cold murderous intent in his eyes, and spat on the ground with disdain.

"What the hell...even a dog kept by a black mage dares to yell at people!"

"Boss, that..." The thug carrying a nail stick came up cautiously and tentatively asked Wissam:

"Are you still searching?"

"Search, why not search?!" Wissam glared at him fiercely, picked up the old-fashioned trumpet gun in his right hand, and kicked the door beside him:

"Scrape the whole building clean for me. Don't leave anything with anything written on it, even toilet paper!"

………………

Here they come.

Anson, who was leaning against the window, frowned when he heard the "slogans" from a voice downstairs that sounded quite self-conscious about being a villain, and the messy and heavy footsteps going up the stairs.

Black Mage...My beloved Professor Mace Honnard, as the tutor of the Church College, maintains a group of gangster thugs. It is a normal and reasonable thing, and it is also very consistent with his "personality" as the leader of the underground evil organization; after all, it is not A history professor who engages in gangster drug trafficking is by no means a qualified cult leader.

What really surprised Anson was Bloen's reaction.

Even the spell caster himself can detect the anomalies in this newspaper building. As a close confidant of Mace Honnard, he cannot be unaware of it and hand over such an important task to a gangster who he knows he absolutely does not trust. , leave decisively?

What is hidden in the attic on the top floor of the newspaper office?

Just when Ansen was deep in thought, the messy and heavy footsteps outside the small dormitory door were approaching.

Sophia, who was squatting on the ground, stared at the door fearfully, clutching her delicate and compact revolver with trembling hands, almost suffocating with nervousness.

"Snapped."

A hand gently pressed her shoulder from behind. The frightened girl turned back sharply and almost pulled the trigger.

"Don't be nervous." Anson lowered his voice and said:

"They have just climbed up to the second floor. It will take some time to search such a room in the back... We are safe for the time being."

"Safety……"

The pale-faced girl looked at him in disbelief, gritted her teeth and said, "You can really stay calm at all times, Anson Bach."

"Yes, because there's no point in being nervous."

Anson nodded, and his matter-of-fact tone made Sophia, who was extremely nervous, wishing she could kill him with a shot:

"What do we do now?"

"It's simple, we'll wait here." Anson smiled.

"Wait?!"

Sophia's eyes widened: "There are more than twenty of them, and they also have guns!"

"So?" Anson asked instead.

"There are only two of us, are you crazy - or are we all crazy?!"

"This question sounds a bit familiar...but you seem to have misunderstood." Anson waved his hand and took away the revolver that the girl was holding tightly in her hand:

"It has nothing to do with a few people, because the two of us can't defeat dozens of gangsters with guns anyway; so you just need to hide behind me and wait for the opportunity to run away."

well? !

The girl's eyes widened, and there was another unbelievable luster in her astonished eyes: "Anson Bach, you, you want to sacrifice yourself to cover my departure?"

At that moment, Sophia's eyes showed a trace of emotion and shame... The crisis in front of her was entirely caused by her mistrust of him, but now she asked the other party to sacrifice herself. This was really...

"Sacrifice? No, no, no... you misunderstood again." Anson almost laughed out loud, took out the pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover and took a look:

"Well, eleven forty-five... it should be almost there."

"Almost there?" Sophia looked at him inexplicably, and didn't even have time to be moved for a minute:

"What's coming soon?"

Anson did not answer immediately. He stood up and walked to the door of the dormitory. He raised his gun and pointed it at the center of the room above the door.

Bang!

The fragile door was kicked open from the outside. Before the gangster wielding a nail stick had time to be excited about his discovery, he saw a black hole in the muzzle of a gun on his forehead.

"Reinforcements are coming soon."

With a half-smiling expression, Anson pulled the trigger lightly.

There is another chapter in the afternoon~