Chapter 390 - 149: Afraid You’ll Be at a Loss
The largest gang in Sinless City, Flood Gang, had completely exited the stage.
Absent Flood Gang, Sinless City did not become more stable. Instead, it seemed as if dozens of large and small gangs mushroomed overnight.
They were like rats in the sewer; even the nobility could not weed them out completely.
Instead, they became more concealed.
Moreover, the very nature of underworld businesses is to conduct shady transactions. Once you start having contact with the noble class, certain trust chains cease to exist.
So, although the second-largest gang, the Brotherhood, became a lapdog of the Lionheart Family and whitewashed themselves, they gradually lost the trust of the commoners.
Moreover, various forces of the Federation took advantage of the chaos to penetrate the local area.
The situation in Sinless City became increasingly complicated.
Despite the downfall of Flood Gang, the gang members and dependents didn’t face a severe backlash.
The nobility mainly aimed to remove obstacles on their way to the Old Continent; they didn’t concern themselves much with the underworld gangs.
Although the Revolutionary Army was implicated, quiet intervention from Young Master Kak of the Lionheart Family prevented any major upheavals.
Meanwhile, the Miller Family and the Anka Clan, two major families within the Federation, had already started preparations to establish New City on the Old Continent.
This momentum seemed unstoppable now.
One by one, under the pretext of eliminating the Revolutionary Army, they dispatched their forces here, all intending to grab their share of the pie on the Old Continent.
The plans of the Miller Family and Lionheart Family to establish two new cities on the Old Continent were in full swing.
Setting up a fully self-sufficient city required not only hunters and mercenaries but also the relocation of other populations and related industries.
The speculators had already taken the lead to reach the designated locations for the two cities.
At the initial stage of city establishment, just like gold digging, there were ample opportunities to strike it rich.
And as a genuine down-and-out nobleman, “Baron Charles” naturally took the lead.
One day.
The third day after the collapse of Flood Gang.
The Gold-digging Dock train station had expanded several times its size.
The frequency of trains to the hunter sites in various places of the Old Continent also increased several times.
A young man in a white suit, leading a tall maid in a black and white puffy skirt, walked through the noble passageway into the station.
“Wow, Leonard, you look quite good in a suit, pretty handsome. But when did you become a noble? And, can I not wear a skirt? I’ve never worn one before, it’s so strange…”
“Rita, you’re my maid now, stop being so chummy, and behave yourself.”
“Can you stop calling me that name? It feels like an old man is calling me, also strange… oh well, whatever.”
Leonard needed the identity of Baron Charles; it was a crucial link for him to contact the Silver Moon Sect and Reuel Bible of the X Bureau.
This identity required certain necessary actions.
And as Seven Brown, the only daughter of Lord Nine Brown, the head of the Flood Gang, she also needed to adopt a completely different disguise from Seven Brown’s previous identity.
With makeup and black lipstick as the underworld girl stripped off, this buxom and curvaceous Miss Rita, dressed in a new outfit, did look like a pretty maid.
Because of their noble identity, the two were led to a luxurious compartment by an exclusive train attendant.
While hundreds of people were crammed into the rear compartments, the two of them occupied a compartment all to themselves.
This was the privilege of nobility.
The compartment had an exquisitely embroidered large sofa, a double bed, and a separate bathroom.
As soon as the compartment door closed, and with no one else around, Seven Brown lost all her previous demeanor of a well-behaved maid and casually lounged on the sofa.
Perhaps she still thought she was wearing pants, her slender and beautiful legs were casually laid on the sofa.
The maid’s skirt was not long.
With her legs lifted, a large portion of her bare, fair skin under the skirt was exposed to the air.
Leonard glanced at the black lace edge and teased, “I can see it all.”
Hearing this, Seven Brown gave him a disdainful glance and retorted, “So what if you saw it? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
They were familiar with each other, so they didn’t bother about being modest.
Though she was feigning nonchalance, she seemed to find the skirt uncomfortable, and modestly pulled her leg back.
Leonard smiled and said nothing.
He sat down next to her, took out the newspapers and intelligence reports from the rack, and began reading them carefully.
Another important reason for his choice to use the “Charles” identity was these intelligence pieces.
These were exclusive intelligence compilations bought from information merchants by special organizations for internal reference of the noble class.
Many of the pieces offered high-level information that ordinary people couldn’t get their hands on even if they were willing to pay.
“New war mode alternate dimension discovered at Thunderbolt Fortress ruins”, “High-risk abnormal creatures spotted at Black Wind Temple, local hunter teams suffered heavy casualties”, “The 1981 Titan Mechanical Institute has produced various mechanical boiler blueprints”…
After practicing the Silver Moon Sect’s “Void Moon Mind”, the thoughts in Leonard’s mind were restrained. Now, his reading efficiency was continuously improving.
He continued to turn the pages, and the reflections in his eyes were like a video recording, rapidly inputting all the information into his mind.
His thoughts were like threads, connecting all those fragmented pieces of intelligence.
One moment he was looking at her legs, and the next he was engrossed in reading.
Seven Brown was already used to Leonard’s ability to enter a highly focused state in an instant.
She also sat across the table, took out her mechanical book, and started her research.