in the name of the queen

Chapter 24 This family can’t survive without you

"Boss Renault, you are indeed wise. You actually arranged for other brothers to intercept at the other end. You are so thoughtful."

The man in black nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face, and carefully looked at the strong man with a tall body sunken into the huge sofa.

The strong man known as Renault frowned, his expression a little solemn, and the ferocious scars extending from his chin to his ears twitched with his expression.

"Which group of brothers did it?"

he asked calmly.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and became even more flattering.

"As expected of the boss, he actually arranged more than one group of people."

Seeing that Renault looked unhappy, he quickly gave a brief account of the scene.

The more Renault listened, the more he felt something was wrong. The speeding carriage, the white-gloved rider, the soaked handkerchief. If any of these methods were taken apart, he could think of who it was, but together they looked a little weird.

Riding a speeding carriage is the style of the Cyclonus Group, wearing white gloves is a characteristic of the White Rose Society, and those who use handkerchiefs to drug them must be the Blue Night Rose mercenaries.

Did they join forces to destroy his good deeds?
  But how did they know? Is there a mole in the organization?

Just when Renault was thinking about how to catch the mole, the man in black reminded him thoughtfully:
  "Boss, it's almost night, we should give a reply to Mr. Lorry."

Mr. Lorry?

Renault's face became particularly ugly.

He knows best how many people to send to take action.

Lisa was indeed kidnapped, but not by his hands.

He waved and motioned for the man in black to come over.

Just when the man in black thought that Renault was going to arrange a secret mission for him, Renault's huge body suddenly rose into the air, and a fist as heavy as a hammer hit him directly in the head.

With a "bang", the man in black fell down softly before he could scream.

After solving the hidden danger of leaking secrets, Renault hurriedly put on his coat and prepared to go out for a walk.

While walking on the road, with his brows furrowed all the time, he walked slowly towards the slums where Roland and Lisa lived.

Seeing is believing, he must personally confirm whether Lisa has returned.

Soon, he met Roland, who was looking for someone all over the world.

Roland anxiously grabbed the pedestrians on the roadside and asked while gesticulating.

It was obvious that Lisa was really kidnapped, and the kidnapper had no contact with Roland for the time being.

Just when he was about to leave, Roland, who was already "anxious" and at a loss, actually stood in front of Renault, who was obviously not a good person.

"Sir, have you seen Lisa? She looks like this."

Seeing the panic in Roland's eyes, Renault did not respond immediately.

He squinted his eyes and observed Roland with his peripheral vision, carefully searching for traces of the performance.

Absolutely not.

A hoarse voice sounded, "Get out of here, I've never seen the girl you're talking about. Don't block the way!"

He pushed Roland away roughly and strode away.

He must find Mr. Lorry immediately and act quickly.

It doesn't matter who kidnapped Lisa. Just cut off the kidnapper before he comes into contact with Roland. Roland doesn't know who kidnapped Lisa, he will definitely be fooled!

Fast, must be fast!
  it's getting dark.

As long as the time difference is correct, Roland will die tonight.

He had no grudge against Roland, but Lori paid one hundred and twenty pounds in cash for his life.

The remuneration was equal to a house with a yard in Belfa Street.

It was an offer he couldn't refuse.

Roland quickly returned home and watched through the window on the second floor as Renault's huge body rushed towards Lori's house.

Alina's information is accurate.

Not only did they find out the mastermind behind it, but they even found out the interest relationship between Renault and Lori.

Lowry once wrote an article to package Leno as a businessman who is passionate about philanthropy, and Leno helped Lowry solve problems that he could not handle under the sun.

This is the beginning of their collaboration, but not the end.

Roland hid behind the curtains, his mind racing.

Lisa was taken away by Sif, creating the illusion of being "kidnapped".

When Renault heard the news, he must make a decision.

It can be seen from Renault's performance just now that he was fooled. No matter how bold he was, he could never guess that Lisa was kidnapped by a nobleman in broad daylight.

A normal person would not be able to think of such an outrageous thing even if their brains are burned out.

Renault has always been a risk-taker and will definitely set up an ambush to lure him somewhere and then kill him when he is "disturbed."

Roland didn't wait long.

At night, footsteps could be heard in the quiet alley.

He was refreshed and came.

Most of the people walking down the street at this time are not serious people.

Counting the time, the guy who sent the message to Renault should have arrived.

He had to act out the anxiety, irritability and panic that a poor boy who can't find his sister should have.

It's not easy to perform in front of gang people.

Must enter the play.

Roland closed his eyes and recalled the past when he and Lisa depended on each other after their parents died.

He picked up the teacup, trying to calm himself down, but found it empty.

He almost subconsciously called Lisa's name, but suddenly realized that his sister was not around.

He stood up and looked for a kettle, but found that the water was cold.

I wanted to boil water, but I couldn't find candles or firewood anywhere.

In the dim night, Roland accidentally stepped on the air. Although he cleverly supported his body, he still pressed his left hand heavily on the floor, wiping out a trace of blood.

He was shocked to find that Lisa had only been gone for half a day, and his life was in chaos.

He had long been accustomed to Lisa's presence.

If Lisa is really not here
  The extreme anger made Roland's hands tremble slightly.

He would never allow this to happen.

He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, the muffled sound was particularly harsh.

The knock on the door just happened.

"Who?!"

Roland's voice was filled with three parts anger and seven parts impatience.

"Boy, your sister is in our hands."

A hoarse voice came from outside the door.

Roland rushed to the door with a bang, opened the door, pulled the messenger in, squeezed the person's neck hard, and his eyes turned red.

"Tell me, where is she?"

"I'm just sending a message, it's none of my business!" The messenger was startled by Roland's ferocious face and his murderous intent.

He quickly told Roland the meeting place.

He wanted to threaten Roland to let him go, but Roland's eyes were as scary as a wounded wolf, and the messenger's lips trembled, unable to utter the threatening words.

Just when he was almost stunned, Roland gradually calmed down.

He grabbed the messenger and said word by word: "I can give you the money. If you dare to be disrespectful to her in the slightest, I will let all of you be buried with her. Remember, it's everyone!"

If these words were spoken by others, the messenger would just sneer at it, thinking it was the unwilling cry of a weak person.

But looking at Roland's red eyes, the messenger was afraid.

This guy really knows how to do this!

After Roland's iron-like right hand slowly released, the messenger coughed desperately and took a deep breath. His face, which was red due to poor blood circulation, gradually recovered.

He turned around in a fit of rage, and was kicked away by Roland.

"roll!"

Roland closed the door and his expression gradually calmed down.

Tonight the stars are bright and the moon is bright, perfect for bleeding.

I just didn’t expect that the showdown with Lowry, a literary giant, would go this way.

The fake duel of writers: reciting poems and composing poems, drinking and drinking, and tasting by refined scholars.

A true literary duel: gather a crowd to besiege and hack to death without leaving any further trouble.

(End of this chapter)