Shadow Empire

Chapter 364 My turn
Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door outside the game room. Two members of the Wolf Gang pushed the door open vigilantly, and looked at a newspaper boy standing outside the door, and relaxed their vigilance a little.

One of them made a downward gesture behind him, and the atmosphere suddenly eased where the newsboy couldn't see.

"You can put the newspaper in the mailbox next to you instead of knocking on the door here!" The gang member at the door complained to the newspaper boy while pinching his waist.

He said, holding out his hand, "Give it to me."

"What?" The newsboy was stunned for a moment, "Newspaper?"

"What else?" the man asked back rudely.

The newsboy immediately took out three different newspapers and put them in his hand. "Ten cents, sir."

The man was stunned for a moment. He thought these newspapers had been paid for, but looking at the clean eyes of the newspaper boy, he reluctantly took out a 25-cent coin from his pocket and threw it over, "No need for change."

He was about to close the door, but the newsboy stopped him again, "Sir, a gentleman asked me to deliver a letter to a gentleman named 'Professor'."

The man was stunned for a moment, then frowned. He looked outside and saw some pedestrians, but he was not sure if any of them were observing them.

"What does that man look like?" he asked, turning and pointing towards the professor's room.

They have been living here all this time. The Lance family has a strong execution ability. If they disperse, they may be killed one by one.

The best thing is to stick together. The professor believes that this "farce" will be over soon, and then they won't need to do this anymore.

During this period, the small gangs had some complaints against them, and the original plan was for them to launch an attack on the Imperial District together.

But now it is just some small gangs fighting, and they have suffered heavy losses facing the Lance family alone. They hope that the Wolf Gang can also contribute, just as agreed.

But neither the professor nor Wolfe dared to go out casually. Who knows if Lance and the others were watching them?

In other words, Lance and the others must be watching them, waiting for them to reveal their flaws.

The more this is the case, the less likely it is that the professor will fall into Lance and the others' trap.

The man at the door turned around and looked at the newsboy, "What does the person who gave you the letter look like?" At the same time, he said, "You can give the letter to me and I will pass it to the professor."

The newsboy shook his head. "No, the gentleman said it must be delivered to the professor in person."

"You don't even know the professor, how do you know if it's the professor?"

"For example, if I say now that I am the professor, how do you know if I am?"

The newsboy shook his head and said nothing. "That gentleman looks very ordinary, nothing special..." He seemed to have thought of something, and said in the expectant eyes of the Wolf Gang members, "If there is anything special, it must be his extraordinary generosity!"

"He gave me two dollars just to give this thing. Will you give me extra money?"

The young man, feeling that he had been fooled, cursed, “Do you want shit or not?”

The newsboy rolled his eyes, just as the professor came out of the room, sorting out his clothes.

The newsboy saw him and his eyes seemed to be fixed on the professor.

"Do you know me?" The professor could feel that the newsboy seemed to have determined that he was the owner of the letter. He heard the conversation between his subordinates and the newsboy.

The newsboy shook his head. "I don't know you, but I think you should be a professor. That person said that you wear gold-rimmed glasses and look like a scary teacher in school!"

The professor laughed a little dumbly. He took out two dollars from his pocket and handed it over. "I am also generous. Can you give me the things now?"

The newsboy was so surprised that he could hardly believe it was true. He was very excited and said, "That's great, sir. I'll give it to you right away!"

He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the professor before taking the professor's money. "Goodbye, generous sir, and I wish you a good day!"

After saying that, he ran away without looking back!
The people around the professor wanted to stop the newspaper boy, but the professor stopped him, saying, "He is just a newspaper delivery boy and doesn't know anything."

He could tell from the newsboy's shoes and trousers that it was not a disguise.

Besides, there is no need to risk the children. Why should we arrange for our own people to do a problem that can be solved with just two dollars?

He took the envelope back to his office, closed the door, and opened it.

There was only one card inside with a number on it.

Seeing that it was a phone number, he frowned.

On the other side, Lance was also watching the news this morning, and more information about the strike began to be revealed in the newspaper.

For example, the unspoken rule in the federal industry is that wages should be increased every six months to a year, but dock workers have not had a salary increase for more than two years.

The media generally believes that this is the truth about the strike. They are now discussing how long the strike will last. The Kodak family even opened a market for it.

There are different payouts for various solutions, such as being solved within three days, solved within a week, solved within half a month, and solved within more than fifteen days. It is said that there are still quite a few people placing bets.

Of course, there are also some sharp comments. Some people believe that the workers' strike is "a despicable means of achieving their demands by undermining social stability" and that their behavior is despicable and unwelcome and unacceptable.

Some people also believe that it was the stinginess of the capitalists that caused everything to happen. If they were willing to raise the wages of the workers, there would not be such a strike.

The mayor lying in the hospital seems to be forgotten by public opinion, but this is what he wants!
Lance picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Today's breakfast was a ham and egg sandwich, some fried bacon and fried beef cubes, a little fruit and vegetable salad, and milk.

Recently scientists have discovered that drinking milk for a long time can significantly cause people to gain weight. They believe that milk contains something that can promote body growth and is encouraging people to drink more milk.

Some middle-class communities even use "free milk to homeowners" as a form of publicity, and the effect is quite good!
Now they are demanding the supply of milk, and it won’t be long before they have to demand the milk source.

It all seemed familiar, yet also quite fresh.

"Is your breakfast not to your liking?" Lance looked at the two ladies sitting across the table, neither of them touching the food in front of them.

The breakfast is the same as Lans, an egg and tomato sandwich, with bacon and beef cubes.

The professor's wife remained silent, but his daughter mustered up some courage and said, "Sir... that man has nothing to do with us anymore..."

Lance raised his hand to stop her, "He's protecting you, so he cares about you more than you think."

"Eat something. No matter what you are going to face next, it is better to be full than hungry."

"It is not a virtue to waste food, ma'am."

The professor's daughter looked at Lance, and finally picked up the sandwich and handed it to her mother, "Eat something..."

The two of them were eating in small bites, and after a few bites, the phone suddenly rang. Their eyes immediately focused on the phone, and then shifted to Lance's face.

Lansba took the phone and motioned for the professor's daughter to answer it. She was a little hesitant.

The piercing ringing of the telephone kept making people very irritated.

Each sound seems to be very long, and the interval between each sound is also very long.

Only after Lance gestured for her to answer the phone again did she pick up the phone.

"Who's there?"

There was a strange voice coming from the receiver, but her eyes suddenly turned red.

No matter how she usually says that she doesn't care about this man, or pretends not to care, it is impossible for them not to care about each other!

Everyone knows why the professor wants to divorce. He tells others that he feels guilty and blames himself, but everyone knows that is not true.

She was afraid of crying, so she covered her mouth with her other hand to stop herself from crying out loud, but tears kept falling.

The professor frowned. "If you spent two bucks just to get me to make a phone call where no one talks, then you succeeded."

Still no one spoke, but the professor heard some subtle noises, and for some unknown reason, he began to feel uneasy.

He tried not to let his emotions get to him and swallowed, "It's just a prank, right?"

The phone number was from Jingang City, but he didn't know where the number was from as he had never seen it before.

"If you don't talk I'm going to hang up!"

He vaguely heard a sound like sobbing, and his thoughts became confused. He hung up the phone forcefully and looked at it in disbelief!
The worst thought came to his mind, and he pressed his hands back against his forehead, his palms squeezing his scalp through his hair, releasing some of the pressure, but only a tiny amount.

He kept repeating this action, and therefore kept his head down.

After doing this action several times in a row, he suddenly hammered the table hard, and there was a bang!
Everything on the table jumped, and he cursed softly. Wolf, who had gotten up outside the door, heard the noise, rubbed his eyes, and pushed open the door. "What's wrong?" The professor shook his head. "Someone played a prank on me. He asked me to make a phone call, but ended up scolding me!"

Wolfe found it very interesting after hearing this, "Did Lance's people do it?"

"He's just like a kid, I'll give you a chance to spank him when we catch him!"

The professor nodded vigorously, "We will!"

Seeing that the professor had nothing else to do, Wolf prepared to leave. He had not slept well yet.

He loosened his hand, and the granular eye mucus had been rubbed loose and fell to the ground. He tried his best to look at the professor with wide eyes, "We are a family. If you have any questions, tell me, okay?"

“No problem, everything is fine!”

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wolfe turned and closed the door, and the footsteps became farther and farther away.

He is not a big fool as others think. In fact, he knows and can feel that the professor is in a wrong mood.

But he didn't know how to persuade such a smart man as the professor, so he could only express his position and attitude, and then hope that the professor would get out of his wrong emotions on his own.

"He hung up the phone." The professor's daughter choked up and looked at Lance.

Lance placed the receiver back on the base of the phone and said with a smile, "He'll call again soon."

Then he sat back and continued to pick up the newspaper. He believed that the professor would continue to fight because he believed that the professor was a smart man.

Scientists have done statistics and found that the higher the IQ, the more likely it is to be anxious, because people with high IQs know too many things, so they will also worry about more things.

On the contrary, those fools have nothing to worry about. Even if you tell them that the world will end tomorrow, they will still sleep well tonight!
The old woman comforted her daughter, she looked up at Lance, "Do you have any hatred?"

Lance pursed his lips, "He killed some of my men, seriously injured my brother, and killed my brother's father."

The old woman couldn't believe that all this was done by the professor. She murmured, "You are all gangsters... This shouldn't be..."

She thought, shouldn't this be normal?

Lance didn't refute his point, but looked into her eyes, "Yes, this is normal, so do you have any questions about your presence here?"

The old woman didn't know how to answer this question, so she remained silent.

The phone suddenly rang again. Lance folded the newspaper and motioned for the professor's daughter to answer it.

She took a deep breath, controlled her emotions, and answered the phone. This time she still didn't speak, but she was much stronger.

After a brief silence, the professor suddenly called out her name through the receiver. At that moment, her tears flowed uncontrollably and she began to cry.

Although the professor's voice in the receiver did not become louder, the bass became deeper, and one could hear the fear and anger in his heart at this moment!
Lance wanted to answer the phone, but the professor's daughter held the receiver tightly and did not let go. She actually wanted to protect the professor.

"Have you thought about the cost of doing this?" he asked.

Lawn, who was standing against the wall, came over. The old woman looked at her daughter with a sad expression, "Please!"

The old woman was very scared. She didn't want to see her daughter get hurt, so she looked at her pleadingly.

Faced with such a look and voice, the professor's daughter sobbed and let go of the phone.

She looked at Lance with hatred with her vicious, red eyes filled with tears. Lance just smiled at her and put the receiver to his ear.

"Mr. Professor."

The moment Lance's voice came from the receiver, the professor's blood ran cold!
Although he already had such a guess, the moment the guess became reality, he felt like the sky was falling!
It's like someone who is not feeling well and says to himself, no matter how bad it gets, it's just cancer. Even if he has cancer, doesn't he still have to go on with his life?

He may seem as optimistic as you, but if he goes for a check-up and finds out that he really has cancer, he will just lose all his courage like most of the people he thinks don't have the courage to face tomorrow!

The professor was like this, his whole body began to tremble, and one hand tightly grasped the corner of the table. His nails even pierced through the paint surface and almost turned it over, but he felt no pain!
He clutched the phone tightly, using all his strength to say every word, "This matter has nothing to do with them!"

Lance seems to agree with this point of view!

"Yes, it has nothing to do with them, and nothing to do with Morris's father!"

The professor was terrified and frightened. He didn't know what was waiting for him. He could only try his best to explain, "This is an accident."

Lance did not refute him, "I admit that this was indeed an accident."

"An old guy who had never offended anyone lost his life unexpectedly, and then lay in the cold storage waiting for his son to come out in a wheelchair so that he could offer him the first handful of soil!"

"This is all an accident. Accidents happen every day. It happened to Maurice. It could happen to you, too, right?"

Lance sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

He looked at Lawn, then at the two ladies, and gave him a look that told him to lock up the two men first.

Then he continued, "You are an adult, Professor. I heard that you are a high school teacher. You are not as naive as your students and still think that there is only one standard answer to any question, right?"

"When you decide to do this, you will have to bear all the consequences and costs!"

"If you win, then it's another matter, but it seems that you haven't won yet, at least as it stands now!"

The professor's mood became more stable. "What do you want?"

"This is Jingang, not Fides. You outsiders have disrupted the order here. You shouldn't ask me what I want."

“You should ask yourself, what is this going to cost you!”

He paused, "It's time to end this farce, Professor."

The professor took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want?"

"My life?"

Lance said softly, "Your life and Wolfe's life, as well as the lives of all those who attacked Morris, I can spare the others."

The professor's teeth were about to break. "This is impossible!"

"I am the one who made all the action plans for the Wolf Gang. Wolf is just a puppet. It is enough to kill me!"

Lance chuckled twice, "You know what?"

"You are not very good at lying, Professor."

"Actually... In addition to inviting your ex-wife and daughter, I also invited your sister, brother, and your other family members."

"Do you know the little valley west of the city?"

"You still have..." Lance glanced at his watch, "two hours!"

"There's going to be a little accident in two hours, a little accident we all know about!"

He hung up the phone without waiting for the professor to say anything.

Erwin stood nearby and asked quietly, "Are they coming?"

Lance nodded slightly, "I will."

Erwin was curious, "How can you be so sure?"

Lance smiled, "Just trust me!"

A few minutes later, someone pushed open the door of Wolfe's office. Wolfe, with a worried look on his face, looked at the person who pushed the door and the child behind him, "What's the matter?"

"This guy said he was given two dollars to tell you a message."

Wolfe glanced at the little fellow, a newsboy, who was everywhere.

He leaned back, a little impatient, "What?"

"A gentleman asked me to tell you that the professor's family is in the valley west of the city. They will all be executed in two hours..."

Wolfe flipped over the table, grabbed the newsboy by the collar and lifted him up, "What the hell are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)