Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 32 Remo Family

  The Remo family is one of the big and small gangs in the outer city. It is medium-sized and belongs to the next level of the Red Scorpion Gang and the West Sea Club. It is mainly engaged in aquatic business and controls fishermen in several streets. The main mode is to buy all kinds of seafood from fishermen at a low price, and then sell them at a high price, without even bothering to process them themselves, which is simple and crude, and lacks technical content.

  Thanks to the rapid development of Pudera City after the reconstruction, their business is really good, and their income is very considerable.

  As soon as you enter the aquatic product market, the 10 stalls on the right hand side are all theirs.

  They found out when Jim Thomson came in.

  This confidant of Major Moore Lane, who doesn't know anyone who hangs out at Sigrid Pier?

   "Second Lieutenant Thomson, do you need anything?" Seeing him coming, Mark Benson, who was tall and thick, with a sail pattern tattooed on his forearm, nodded and bowed, and asked courteously.

  Jim Thomson ignored him, but handed out an "order" directly.

"5 albacore fish over 1 meter, 7 deep-sea crabs over 10kg, 7 lobsters over 20cm, and 15 oysters the size of a fist, delivered 3 times a day." On the basis of Yate, Jim Thomson Added some more.

  There's no reason Art should eat so well and not help Major Lane improve his life.

   It seems that Art borrowed the name of Major Ryan, but would the Remo family dare to find Major Ryan?

   Besides, Art is the culprit.

  If it wasn’t for Yate’s already demanding too much, he would like to add some more.

   He is not qualified to get in touch with the Chamber of Commerce at Sigrid Pier, but he knows a rough idea of ​​the income of these gangs.

   Just stuck in the amount that the Remo family can accept.

   "I'm calling the shots, and I'll give away a piece of salmon over 40cm for free!" Mark Benson thought it was an order that fell from the sky, and said happily.

   "These are all free!" Jim Thomson said lightly.

   "What?" Mark Benson exclaimed, his eyes puffed up, and his cheeks and neck turned red visibly.

   "Second Lieutenant, why is this?"

   "We don't give a penny less than what we should normally give!"

   "The quantity you want is too large, and we can't supply it at all."

   While asking the reason, he shied away, and at the same time made a gesture to the side.

  The person standing by another booth left quietly.

   Go find the boss!

   Although Jim Thomson's title is not high, it represents Moore Lane.

   "Major Lane invited a guest, and the other party asked to eat your seafood." What should be done must be done, but for the sake of the other party's usual filial piety, Jim Thomson reminded.

  Mark Benson's expression suddenly became uglier.

   A situation that you don't want to see the most!

  When he tried to ask the other party's identity, Jim Thomson kept silent.

   "Prepare the noon portion first!" After leaving such a password, he left directly.

  Mark Benson stood there in a daze for nearly 10 seconds before letting the "family" prepare the noon share with a look of resentment.

  Moore Lane controls the order of the entire Sigrid Wharf, including this market, and one word is enough to kick them out.

  They can find someone to negotiate, but they cannot refuse to implement.

   No matter how aggrieved.

  At the entrance, Malcolm Thackeray and John Kennan seemed to be full.

   "What did I say, there will definitely be a follow-up!"

   "Who is that guy, how can Baron Ryan help him out?"

   "Find an opportunity to inquire about it."

  The way the two whispered did not attract attention, and almost everyone around them was eating melons.

   After calming down a little, Mark Benson finally remembered the two of them.

   After Jim Thomson came, chat with the two of them for a while!

   After Mark Benson paid 10 gold shields for the news, the two told him the crux of the problem, and then enjoyed his expressions.

  Suddenly red, suddenly blue, suddenly white, gnashing teeth for a while, beating your head in annoyance for a while, and dejected for a while... That is a wonderful thing.

  Mark Benson did not expect that he was just in a bad mood today, so when he saw a tender-faced young man picking and choosing from the booth, he intentionally played tricks on him, but it caused such a disaster!

   Maybe the Remo family can find someone to mediate, but for him, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

  Even so, he didn't dare to have other thoughts.

   One hour later, the third leader Bart Remo arrived.

  The Remo family was founded by the three brothers Remo. Bart Remo is the third, 41 years old this year, with blue eyes and brown hair, clear cheekbones.

  All the hair on the sides and back of the head are shaved off, leaving only the middle hair combed to the right and fixed with pomade, making her look even colder.

  Calf-length black coat, single-breasted wool suit with wide lapels, a vest with 6 buttons and 2 pockets inside the open suit jacket, and a brass pocket watch chain hanging on the vest pocket. Blue striped shirt with detachable collar, solid color knit tie, a pierced collar pin to support the tie and keep the collar stiff. Mid-calf lace-up leather boots to prevent water seepage.

   I have to say that she is full of aura, as soon as she shows up, she stabilizes people's hearts.

  The members of the Remo family gathered around him quickly.

   "What's the situation?" It's not clear why.

   "It's my fault." Mark Benson told the whole story with a pale face, without any bias.

   "Have all the things been delivered?" Bart Remo's breath became colder and colder after hearing this, but he didn't get angry as expected, but asked first.

   "Send it over." Mark Benson trembled slightly, and replied in a low voice.

   "You go back first, Hunter, and you come to replace him." Bart Remo arranged.

   "Yes!" The two responded in unison.

   Bart Remo stopped for a moment, as if thinking about something.

   Around a dozen rough, not-so-good guys, none of them made a sound and waited quietly.

   "Let's go get busy. After lunch, I'll make an appointment with Second Lieutenant Thomson." Ten seconds later, Bart Remo said.

   Not suitable now.

  The crowd dispersed, leaving one person behind him.

   "Where are those two?" Bart Remo was going to chat with the two soldiers on duty that Mark Benson mentioned.

   "Going to eat." The subordinate replied.

  Bart Remo nodded and walked out of the aquatic market.

  …

  Yat was arranged in a small courtyard.

  Avoid contact with others.

  The environment is not bad, and the area is larger than the house he rented.

  In the living room, there is a dining table more than 2 meters long, and he is cutting albacore sashimi by himself.

   I haven’t learned it, but there are killing skills and war blade skills in the inheritance of the Son of Night, which just happen to be used for practice.

  Jim Thomson looks on.

  At the beginning, his movements were still relatively clumsy, as if he didn't know where to start, a complete novice appearance.

   But soon the movements became smooth, silky, and even pleasing to the eye!

  (end of this chapter)