Trafford's Trading Club

772: Chapter 16: An Invitation from… 772: Chapter 16: An Invitation from…

The identity of the plump middle-aged man who was shot was quickly confirmed—clearly, this now deceased man had a high level of fame locally.

The deceased was actually one of the senators in the Senate of this country.

It’s heard that in the upcoming personnel changes, there might even be further possibilities, truly a pivotal figure in the nation’s political system.

At this time, people realized that apart from the senator’s special car which crashed into a shop, there were protective cars both in front and behind it.

However, now that the target of protection was evidently dead, their presence became utterly ridiculous. “Was a member of the Senate assassinated in broad daylight?

It’s truly terrifying,” Luo Qiu did not touch the aperitif Song Haoran had poured, instead watching the chaotic crowd on the street outside the window.

Song Haoran responded calmly at this moment: “If you stay in the nearby slums for a while, not long, just a few days, you’ll find this sort of thing is child’s play.

Of course, I suggest hiring a local as a guide; it’ll make you seem a bit safer.

However, you don’t seem to be panicking much.”

Song Haoran’s gaze changed slightly.

Luo Qiu softly replied, “Maybe it’s related to my family.

My father is a police officer, I’ve been influenced since I was a child; regarding such matters, I’m not too scared.” “I see.” Song Haoran nodded.

Whether or not he believed this explanation, perhaps only he would know.

Moreover, Song Haoran himself didn’t think the young man and woman were intentionally approaching him.

After all, at first, he was the one who walked into that florist, and it was also his sudden whim to invite them to lunch.

Perhaps they weren’t purely ordinary tourists coming?

Unfortunately, Song Haoran didn’t plan to understand further at this moment… maybe there’ll be an opportunity later.

Thinking like this, Song Haoran suddenly stood up, showing an apologetic expression, “I think, given what happened, there’s no way to have a pleasant lunch now.

It’s a shame, it should have been an enjoyable meal.

Finally, a little advice, you’d better leave here quickly before the local police arrive… if you don’t want to face their investigation.” “Thanks for the advice, we’ll consider it.” Luo Qiu also stood up but only in a manner of seeing someone off.

Song Haoran smiled, picked a cherry from the table, ate it, and winked before leaving: “I hope it hasn’t affected your mood for sightseeing.

If there’s a chance, I will treat you to real authentic Spanish cuisine.” “If there’s a chance.” Boss Luo smiled and nodded.

Maybe he could act a bit more like a normal person, for instance, displaying the panic a regular person would have when facing this kind of situation, and the maid would certainly cooperate well.

However, he had long lost interest in such disguises… mainly, erasing Song Haoran’s memory of him was far simpler for the Boss than enacting a disguise.

The maid at this moment moved the decorative vase back to its original place on the table, carefully adjusted the position of the fake flower leaves, and then smiled, “It seems the next few days might witness a few more deaths… but what is Iris’s purpose?”

Luo Qiu glanced out the window at the crowd that had yet to calm down, suddenly asking, “How do you feel about my cousin?” “Very talkative,” You Ye softly replied. “Talkative?” Boss Luo grinned without saying much, instead suggesting, “It’s probably too late to prepare lunch back home, so let’s go somewhere else and see if there are other special dishes?

Today’s harvest was quite bountiful; we should treat ourselves well.”

The maid…

You Ye naturally listened to the Lord. …

Before the police arrived, Song Haoran sat in a red off-road vehicle at the traffic lights at the next intersection from the restaurant.

In front was a woman with long red hair, fair skin, aged twenty-six or seven, while a man sat in the co-pilot’s seat.

Lluvia and Oni.

The two simultaneously shouted: Strategist.

Oni raised his eyebrows at this moment, and after Song Haoran got in the car, he directly said: “The target was hit directly and died on the spot.”

While Lluvia added: “No one noticed Oni on the retreat route.”

Song Haoran smiled, “On the way back, let’s first drop our equipment at the next pickup point.

Also, let’s find a place to eat something to celebrate.

It’s a pity I couldn’t enjoy lunch earlier; it seems timing calculations are still somewhat off.”

Lluvia glanced at Song Haoran’s face in the mirror, then focused on driving, asking while maneuvering the car: “Strategist, who are those two people?” “Just hometown folks I happened to meet, a bit interested in them,” Song Haoran casually said. “Hometown folks… that ancient country in the east?” Lluvia nodded without asking more.

Oni blew a whistle, squinting with a cocky grin, “That Eastern kid’s woman is absolutely top-notch!

I’d go for a million bucks!”

Lluvia tightened her grip on the joystick into a fist, punching Oni on the cheek as she coldly snorted, “Shouldn’t have saved you back then, should’ve let you continue working in that duck shop and die over a woman.”

Song Haoran didn’t mind the bickering between the two ahead, compared to other desperadoes in the “Iris” his father founded, Lluvia and Oni were evidently more normal.

He suddenly chuckled, “By the way, why don’t I tell you guys about my adventure in the Amazon Jungle back then?”

Lluvia expressed eagerness to listen, even lowering the volume on the car stereo to a minimum.

Oni had a terrified look, exaggeratedly saying, “Oh!

God, Lluvia!

The strategist is about to tell the adventure story he uses to fool little girls!” “Hahaha.” Song Haoran laughed heartily, then opened the car window, dipped his fingers into the wind outside, tasted it in his mouth, and revealed a lovely smile. … …

South America’s weather is still in summer, but in the Chinese Land, it is currently the desolate time of winter.

Perhaps due to the cold weather, there are fewer people on the streets.

Yet the spirited training is unfolding—a certain pet hospital’s underground training ground is witnessing three figures moving at a pace that would astound ordinary people, intertwining.

Bang bang—boom!

The boss of Elysium Pub, Sun Xiaosheng, is diligently training his two temporary students. “Wind-Chasing, can you go any faster?

Is this what you call Swift?

It’s barely faster than a crawling turtle…

Mo Xiaofei, were you up late last night?

Why this lack of energy?

With this, you can’t even tickle me!”

Before long, Wind-Chasing and Mo Xiaofei were floored at the underground training field, sprawling on the yellow dirt in exhaustion, sweating profusely.

Sun Xiaosheng suddenly stopped, crouched between the two, casually sizing them up, “Can’t go anymore?”

Mo Xiaofei could only gasp for breath, completely lacking the energy to even respond.

As for Zhuifeng, the situation was clearly similar—unlike Long Xiruo’s gentle method that allowed Mo Xiaofei to develop his own abilities, Sun Xiaosheng, the new temporary coach, only spoke with his fists.

Strictly speaking, Mo Xiaofei was quite inexperienced in actual combat, and although Sun Xiaosheng’s training methods were somewhat simple and rough, they were effectively compensating for his shortcomings in this area.

The same went for Zhuifeng. “Sun…

Boss Sun, let… let me recover some demonic power… and then come back for more!” Zhuifeng finally caught his breath and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty—his demonic power was completely depleted, and at this moment, he didn’t even have the strength to lift his arm. “You look pathetic.” Sun Xiaosheng yawned and stood up, “At your age, I could take on ten people at once!”

Nevertheless, Sun Xiaosheng stood up, stretched lazily, “Ha!

I’ve got a party at the pub tonight, so I’ll spare you!

Besides, if you’ve still got energy, you can come play at my place…

Kids, I’ll show you the world of adults, huh!” “No thanks, the final exams are coming up, and I need to study at night.” Mo Xiaofei shook his head.

Zhuifeng also shook his head, “I want to read, too.”

Before leaving, Long Xiruo also left some ancient books about celestial knowledge, along with her reading notes.

It was like a huge treasure to Zhuifeng, making him indulge in the ocean of knowledge all day long.

Sun Xiaosheng showed a boring expression and then became silent.

By the time Mo Xiaofei could sit up, Sun Xiaosheng was already out of sight.

He couldn’t even feel when this monkey-faced frightening figure had left. “Boss Sun is indeed powerful.” Zhuifeng also sat up and said with admiration, “I wonder when I can reach Boss Sun’s level.” “One day you will, we’re still young, right?” Mo Xiaofei encouraged him a bit, then turned to Zhuifeng suddenly, “Zhuifeng, after the final exams, I want to visit Mount Tai.” “Mount Tai?” Zhuifeng asked curiously, “Big Brother, are you planning to travel?”

Mo Xiaofei just smiled, “Sort of…

Actually, I plan to take this winter break opportunity to figure some things out.

I just don’t know if I can find them?” “Find someone?

Who?” “They say it’s a descendant of the Clothed Daoist.” Mo Xiaofei shook his head, “Honestly, I haven’t seen the whole person, not sure if I can even find them, just trying my luck.”

Zhuifeng’s eyes turned, suddenly interested, “Big Brother, how about taking me along?

Being trained by Boss Sun all day, yet still unable to win, is really frustrating!” “Let’s talk about it then; I’m just thinking about it.

After the exams, whether to go or not, I need to ask my parents if they would agree to let me travel alone.” Mo Xiaofei smiled.

There were still some things he hadn’t told Zhuifeng—these were the main reasons for his decision.

Lately, ever since returning from Yan Wuyue World, he often dreamt.

In the dream, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, golden spears and armored horses, swallowing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains…

Yet he could never see clearly who that figure was. “Hey?

If we go, should we ask Cheese and Xiaojiang to come along?”

Zhuifeng laughed heartily, “Wind-Chasing Juvenile Group can provide you with infinite support, Big Brother!

Besides, if it’s about finding someone, Cheese is a good helper!”

Mo Xiaofei ruffled Zhuifeng’s hair, “We’ll see.” …

After leaving the pet hospital, Sun Xiaosheng didn’t head back to his pub straight away—he was suddenly craving Fish Ball Qiang’s fish balls.

Without any hesitation, Brother Xiaosheng found himself in that alley selling various snacks. “Brother Xiaosheng, please stop poking!

I already told you, I don’t have the biggest fish ball hiding anywhere!” Fish Ball Qiang implored with a bitter smile.

Why is it like this?

Why is this guy always so obsessed with that extra-large fish ball?

And… why every time does he hide one, unfailingly? “No nonsense!

Today if I don’t find that fish ball, I’m not leaving!” Brother Xiaosheng grinned, showing a serious expression.

Fish Ball Qiang glanced at him, smiled without saying anything, and opened the newspaper, ready to read. “Eh, found it, it’s hidden here.” “Oh… so you finally found it?”

Fish Ball Qiang instinctively looked up, only to see his mouth slightly open with the cigarette pressed between his teeth…

Because, at some point, besides Brother Xiaosheng, there stood another bulky figure.

The enormous figure was an extremely fat man.

The man was poking a fish ball the size of a ping pong ball with a bamboo skewer.

The huge fat man just swallowed the fish ball whole under the strange gaze of Brother Xiaosheng and Fish Ball Qiang, chewing it happily, looking harmless to humans and animals. “You, guy…” Brother Xiaosheng laughed, squinting his eyes and said darkly, “Don’t you know this fish ball belongs to me, Brother Xiaosheng, huh?” “Really?

Isn’t it whoever finds it gets it?” The huge fat man suddenly patted Sun Xiaosheng’s shoulder, “I found it first, so it’s mine, isn’t it?” “Ha!

It’s been so long since anyone dared to challenge me, Brother Xiaosheng.”

Sun Xiaosheng twisted his neck, making popping sounds, “I’ve been training those two little ones recently, couldn’t properly stretch my muscles…

Announce your name, I, Sun Xiaosheng, never fight nameless people!”

This enormous fat man…

Sun Xiaosheng even couldn’t realize when the man appeared beside him, even snatching the fish ball before him from Fish Ball Qiang.

Vaguely, Sun Xiaosheng even sensed a dangerous aura from this huge fat man. “But I didn’t come here to fight you.” The massive fat man continued smiling harmlessly, “Let me introduce myself; I am Dong Zhuo.

I came over to ask if you’re interested in joining us?”

Dong Zhuo…

Who is he?

Never heard of him.

Sun Xiaosheng squinted his eyes and threw a punch.