Trafford’s Trading Club

Anna slowly walked into the man and woman on the river bank, and only after they had completely walked in did she see the appearance of the man and woman clearly.

Very young men and women.

When they turned around and looked at Anna, she subconsciously said: "Did you...save me?"

But as soon as she finished saying this, she paused immediately, with a look of surprise on her face. Anna found that her voice was like the sound of wind emerging from shattered glass.

It's hoarse, broken, and some of the syllables are even directly distorted into sounds of unknown meaning.

She was not allowed to reach out and touch her throat subconsciously.

"I, I, I..." Anna tried hard to make her words complete, but it didn't seem to work.

Finally, she heard an answer that made her feel incredible.

"I think Miss Anna, you'd better not try it." The young man with an oriental face in front of me said slowly: "Although we arrived as soon as we heard your call. It's just a pity that your state at that time It’s worse.”

Luo Qiu tried to explain in a language that Anna could understand: "In this way, Miss Anna's throat bones were broken and she was in a dying state... Well, we will keep you in this state for the time being."

Ana opened her mouth, but she still seemed unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Luo Qiu could only say more simply: "In other words, when your state is lifted, you will die immediately."

Anna didn't know what this so-called state was. But she clearly touched her neck.

The bones here are broken. Thinking about it, if others looked at it, this place would look very strange.

She was silent for a while, and finally managed to squeeze out her voice: "How... how... long."

Luo Qiu said calmly: "Of course it won't take long. The customer is in the protection mechanism of the transaction, so it can maintain this state. But if the delay is too long, it will disappear automatically. Please don't get me wrong, we are not I won’t give you things to consider, just because we need a little bit of consumption to maintain your state. I think since Miss Anna has woken up, then... is half an hour enough for you to consider? By the way, I would like to remind you , Miss Anna will be completely dead in half an hour, so our judgment is...you may not be able to offer any other more valuable transaction money except your own soul."

After hearing this, Anna fell silent. She took a few steps forward, walked beside Luo Qiu and You Ye, and came to the position closest to the river.

She just stared at the night scene across the river bank, lost in thought.

When there were five minutes left, she slowly turned around and looked at the young man silently.

She still didn't speak...but after experiencing such a magical scene, she subconsciously felt that this person might be able to read her meaning.

The owner of the club still abides by his duty of guiding the guests very well. Luo Qiu said slowly: "Is this really good? Miss Anna, what I can tell you is that what you want to ask cannot be treated as It is something we impermanently give you. It will subtract some of the value of the trading funds you hold, that is, making your final power deviate. Are you sure, or do you still feel you need this part?"

Anna nodded silently.

"I understand." Boss Luo was also very straightforward, "Mr. Yuri was saved by us. Now that he can use the energy of the Dekabi family, he did get it from us."

A trace of sadness suddenly flashed in Anna's eyes, and she seemed to be able to guess the final answer...but she still had a longing look in her eyes.

She still chose to listen.

"The content of Mr. Yuri's deal with us is..."

Luo Qiu said softly: "He hopes to gain the power of revenge. For this reason, he only has one month left to live. Now, there are about twenty-seven days left."

Anna finally closed her eyes and took a deep breath... Her instinct, even though she clearly felt that the air was blocked in her neck after entering her respiratory tract.

This seemed to make her even more uncomfortable.

But her tear glands were still working very well... Finally she opened her eyes again, and her eyes were completely dimmed under the entanglement of moisture.

Finally, she allowed herself to show a smile that was uglier than crying. She said in her hoarse, broken voice, as scary as the oldest old witch, with strong hatred: "You...you...should not...exist...exist..."

Luo Qiu said calmly: "This part of the cost has been recorded. Is Miss Anna planning to buy anything else?"

When the last five minutes were exhausted, Anna spoke with difficulty: "First... let... me... see... to... the end."

"As you wish." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, "My guest."

…

…

It's past midnight.

This was probably the most difficult night for Yefim to fall asleep in recent years. Wearing his pajamas, he sat alone in the cold hall, fiddling with the knife in his hand.

This knife is like his mascot. It accompanies his fortune and can even be said to have played an extremely crucial role.

When he was fourteen years old, he committed murder for the first time.

He still felt uneasy.

It was as if the moment when he stabbed a knife for the first time when he was fourteen lasted until now. Of course, he would rather it be because of this rather than the current situation.

This makes him feel that things are not under his control...a denial of his ability.

Yefim picked up the landline phone next to him, waited for a moment, and heard a slightly tired voice.

"Old man, it seems that you came to see me just the day before yesterday. You are so diligent. Is there something wrong?"

Yefim said slowly: "There is a man named Victor, is he one of your men?"

"Victor?" The voice on the other end of the phone looked surprised and asked, "He is indeed... What, did he offend you?"

Yefim said calmly: "It's nothing, it's just that my people told me that a man named Victor has caused a lot of trouble in the past two days and affected a lot of business."

"Really..." The other end of the phone sighed and said: "I'm afraid it's because of what happened recently. Old man, this guy is a qualified workaholic. Believe me, he is not targeting you, he is probably just crazy and wants to Just looking for some clues. You know, the theft of the painting had a great impact. I was also under a lot of pressure. But don't worry, when this matter is over, I will find a way to deal with Victor properly. This guy is a prickly, almost arrogant guy."

Yefim suddenly said: "Oh? What do you mean, you, the boss of the police station, seem to be unable to touch a small detective?"

"I can't help it. Victor is a very senior guy and has won a national medal. He is not someone who can be cut off casually. Besides, I have been a little...well, a little troublesome recently. I don't want to be here." There are a lot of troubles happening at this time... I said, old man, with your connections and information channels, haven't you heard a little bit about this painting? I think you should be able to help me."

Yefim narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't worry, old man, I don't want to see your situation get worse. In the past two days, I have also asked my people to pay attention to this matter. What's the matter? If there is any news, I will definitely inform you as soon as possible."

"Thank you, old man."

"Who makes us a good partner?"

Yefim later cut off the call. When he put down the phone, he nailed the knife on the table hard and sneered: "It seems that this old guy is no longer useful..."

So he picked up the phone again.

…

His wife is still in her vacation home in the suburbs.

When he came back in the middle of the night, Victor had a phone call with his wife... This was almost the most relaxing moment Victor had had in the past few days.

He lay quietly on the bed of his urban apartment, looking at the ceiling... Suddenly, the phone rang.

This is an unfamiliar number.

But obviously, the voice coming from the phone was not unfamiliar.

"Mr. Victor, it's me."

This is Yefim's voice: "I think we need to have a good talk again. Is it convenient tomorrow?" (To be continued.)