Paine's game

"What's the point of catching us kids selling ordinary fantasy matches? If we catch all of us, it will be like cutting off one of their ways of making money. So they will only catch buyers and not sellers, because they caught us

Buyers who want to get out have to pay a lot of money. But we kids don’t have much money at all.”

The little girl sighed as she spoke.

"But the fantasy matches of the highest purity are different. The new king issued a strict order to hang them regardless of whether they are caught in the business. Although the people in the guard are greedy, they dare not be careless in this matter. Once they are caught, they will really

will be hanged!"

"If you just need some mental comfort, ordinary fantasy matches are actually enough." The little girl pointed to the bag, "If you want, I can give you all the fantasy matches in this bag. Just give me one."

Just Daler will do.”

"No, I only want the purest ones." Paine shook his head.

"Then you can only talk to my father."

The little girl seemed a little angry at Pan's refusal to listen to the dissuasion. "Look at the woman who came with you. She just used fantasy matches of ordinary quality and became like this. Can you tolerate it if she replaces them with the highest purity?"

Paine turned his head to look at the short-haired girl, and saw that she had grabbed another handful of matches and struck them, muttering incomprehensible words such as "Bring them here," and she was already intoxicated.

"It's not that we want to use it, we are just doing things for others. That's all I can say."

Paine looked seriously at the little girl's somewhat angry face, "We really need to buy those matches."

"But my father won't come back until night. It will be a miracle if he comes back during the day -"

Before the little girl finished speaking, a loud bang interrupted her words.

Paine thought that the door of the house must have been kicked open by someone. He stood up, thinking that it was probably some gangster who broke in.

Just when he was about to go out and take a look, the voice of a drunken and rude man came.

"Damn stinky girl! Who told you to lock the door? Do you want your father to freeze to death outside? Linda! Get out of here! Ugh..." followed by the sound of a man vomiting.

The little girl's body trembled slightly, curling up pitifully like a frightened little animal.

"Now a miracle has happened, little sister. Is that your name Linda?" Paine felt relieved after hearing this. It turned out to be the real person he was looking for in the main mission.

"Yeah." The little girl's voice was as light as a mosquito.

Seeing her trembling and frightened look, Pan En also felt a little pity in his heart.

"Linda! Where have you been hiding? What are you doing sneaking around in your room?"

After the sound of vomiting stopped, the rude man's voice spoke again, "If I see you being lazy, don't blame me for being rude!"

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and the man was getting closer and closer.

"Don't be afraid, I will help you." Paine patted the little girl on the back.

A little man smelling of alcohol stumbled into the room. He had loose flaxen hair and an unkempt beard. He had a scary scar on the left side of his face, which stretched from the corner of his eye to his chin.

On the wall, the flush on his face showed that he was still going through the test of alcohol. He was holding on to the wall with blurred eyes, and the lime paint was scattered.

"Linda! Why didn't you say anything! Didn't you see that dad was back?!"

"Is it Scar Jonathon?" Paine said.

"Huh?" The little man struggled to open his eyelids. He was so drunk that he finally noticed two strangers in his daughter's room.

"Who are you? Why did you show up at my house!" he roared, "Linda! How could you let strangers into your house? Didn't I tell you not to do this?"

He was furious and reached out to grab her, as if he thought he could catch his disobedient daughter.

"I will definitely teach you a lesson this time!"

He was still two or three meters away from the little girl, so of course he couldn't reach her. The alcohol numbed his brain and made him lose his sense of distance. He pulled at her randomly, fighting with the air.

"How dare you hide!" Jonathan yelled, "You damn girl, do you want to rebel?"

The short-haired girl was still intoxicated by the magical effect of fantasy matches, unaware of what was happening outside.

"Mr. Jonathan, we are here to buy fantasy matches." Paine couldn't stand it anymore. "Don't blame your daughter, we are the ones who came in."

"Buy matches?" Jonathan spat. "Don't think I don't know what you want to do. You must want to take my daughter away, I tell you."

Jonathan took a step forward in vain, and his staggering appearance made people feel that he might fall at any time.

"No way! Don't even think about taking my daughter away."

"Jonathan, we are not human traffickers and have no interest in your daughter." Paine said helplessly, "We are really here to buy matches. Mr. Charlotte asked us to come."

"Charlotte?" Jonathan coughed violently.

"He wants to buy 1,000 boxes of the purest fantasy matches, or rather - 1,000 boxes of the purest fantasy matches. It is urgently needed, and it is best to have them all in place before tonight."

Paine took out a heavy money bag from his waist, weighed it in his hands, and made a clear and pleasant sound of metal collision.

"The money is ready and can be paid in one lump sum."

Jonathan raised his head and looked at Paine blankly. The flush on his face was fading at an alarming speed. After a while, his face as red as Guan Gong turned pale.

"You were introduced by Charlotte. Do you want 1,000 boxes of the purest fantasy matches?"

Jonathan's voice seemed to be a different person. He glanced fiercely at the short-haired girl who was still intoxicated and Paine standing aside. The little girl dodged a little under his gaze and secretly crawled behind Paine.

"That's right, Jonathan."

"It turns out to be that damn fat man." Jonathan said with disgust in his tone, "Go back and tell him that he doesn't have a box and don't disturb my life!"

"Mr. Jonathan can also see that I am just a foreigner running errands." Paine kicked the matchstick on the ground and said, "If I go back to see Charlotte empty-handed, I will end up very miserable."

"It's none of my business whether you're miserable or not." Jonathan's face was distorted with anger, and the scar on the left side of his face was also distorted, like a centipede preparing to attack.

"Not here, get out!"