I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Maybe it was because Antoine, a silly boy, followed Nan Ling as soon as he entered the organization. He was used to obeying Nan Ling's orders. And Nan Ling is a smart man. His decisions and commands are almost infallible, which has caused his subordinates to trust him almost unconditionally.

And Antoine...

To say it nicely means you have no heart, to say it badly means you are unwilling to use your brain.

Now it's like this... Probably thinking of Nanling as an external brain.

Nan Ling has no objection to this, and is even happy to see it - he likes obedient subordinates.

But when faced with this kind of situation where he was tricked by others because of his own inattentiveness, Nan Ling still wanted to make him a little smarter.

"Tell me about the situation in that boxing ring." Nan Ling neatly tied Antoine's wound, "You came to me so late, isn't it for this?"

Antoine scratched his head and let out a simple and honest laugh, "Chart, you are so smart."

Nan Ling: "..."

He felt that he sometimes... admired Antoine.

If you can live a carefree life in this world like Antoine, and live happily every day, it would be good to be a fool.

Too bad his character doesn't allow him to do that.

"Okay." Nan Ling poured a glass of boiled water for each of them, and fell on the sofa, "Let's talk."

...

Nomoto Hisanobu is the head of an underground boxing ring.

These two days can be regarded as a new official, and the previous person in charge had to wash his hands with gold when he was old, and insisted on retiring. So Nomoto Hisanobu took over the senior's official position logically.

However, as far as he knew, the old old man had been embedded in a cement pile at an unknown construction site. It is said that he was still alive when the cement was being mixed, but he soon became a dead body and disappeared. , not even the slightest clue was left behind.

Nomoto Hisanobu scoffed at this.

Naive old guy... The underground world has never had the option of 'washing hands with gold'.

Among those who can successfully go into seclusion, either are lucky or have the ability, this is not a choice that ordinary people can afford.

They have almost only two fates - to die silently in the dark, or to climb to a high place on a pile of corpses and sit there until death.

In any case, it's not a good ending.

But Nomoto Hisanobu had already made mental preparations.

There are always people in this world who are born bad guys who **** toys from their siblings as children and act as if nothing happened when adults look at them. They bully their classmates without guilt in their teenage years, watch others with gusto in pain, and when they grow up...

It will be very suitable for this bloody, cruel, but very equal underground world.

Nomoto Hisanobu, unfortunately, or very coincidentally, is such a person.

So instead he enjoys this unstable life.

Nomoto Hisanobu originally wanted to deal with the old guy himself, but it seemed that someone cut him off first, so he didn't care much.

As long as what he is going to do next will not be known by the other party - older people will always have something behind, Nomoto Hisanobu doesn't want to take such a risk.

Although the previous person in charge was not considered kind-hearted, at least he was honest and trustworthy, and there was almost no such thing as the default winner.

Nomoto Hisanobu is different.

Immediately after he took office, he took advantage of the odds on the sidelines and began to cheat in a sophisticated way.

In just half a month, the profit of the entire boxing ring has doubled from usual.

This kind of profiteering almost without cost, no one must be able to hold back.

Nomoto Hisanobu was very satisfied with this.

Look, you can easily do things that others can't do, just use a little trick. Besides, people who don't use these means are truly pedantic.

Most of the people who choose to fight black boxing are forced by life and have no background. He didn't even need to grab anything special, just relying on the bodyguards of the boxing ring could easily clean them up.

Nomoto Hisanobu tidied up his clothes in front of the mirror, thinking of the bodyguards with firearms, his expression confident.

How can an empty hand beat a tool?

He called in the player who had been appointed by default, and after explaining a few words, let him go out. After that, he was ready to greet the guests at the door with a glance as usual.

How much can show his closeness, how can anyone doubt such a person in charge who is close to the people?

With a friendly smile on his face, he smiled and nodded to every guest who entered the venue.

"Ah, you are Mr. Nomoto." A young voice suddenly sounded.

Nomoto Hisonobu regained his senses and looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him, but his brows and eyes were curved... boy? Or youth?

The man was wearing a pure white coat and white gloves on his hands, looking out of place for this place.

"I am." He smiled slightly, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

At the same time, he slandered the young man in his heart. Is the threshold of the underground world low enough to allow such a seemingly immature person to enter?

"I've heard about the boxing ring you're in charge of." Nan Ling smiled very sincerely, "And I... have some questions to ask you."

Antoine followed him quietly, his blue eyes were covered by sunglasses, and Nan Ling modified the outline of his face for him. If it wasn't for someone he was very familiar with, he wouldn't really be able to recognize him.

Nomoto Hisanobu didn't take a 'little person in his opinion' to heart either. After taking a glance, he didn't look at the man who looked like a bodyguard next to him. Anyway, it was probably the young master of the big family who ran out to find him. Get some excitement.

He smiled sarcastically in his heart.

Most of these young masters and young ladies can't stand the blood of the black fist~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so pale that they can't bear to look again, or they just vomit and run away. Nomoto Hisanobu has seen them several times.

But why didn't the money sent to the door make any money, thinking about him, he bent down slightly, "I'm happy to serve you, let's go in and talk."

"Alright." Nan Ling squinted his eyes and lowered his voice mysteriously, "This involves the 'infield', I don't think ordinary people can know about it."

Hisashi Nomoto raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I didn't expect... this young master still knows the infield?

It does seem to know a little insider.

The so-called 'infield' is more secretive than the outer 'outfield'. It is exclusively open to the rich, and naturally there are more ways to play. It's a VIP.

——And relatively speaking, it is more bloody, and when you come to power, you will be divided into life and death.

The young master in front of him has some means. To know the news, it is not just money.

"I didn't expect... Then, please come with me."