Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Beiyaer black market.

The intricate alleys, abandoned warehouses, converted basements and seemingly ordinary houses form a lawless place of its own.

Different forces divide territories here, maintaining a fragile and violent balance.

At the very end of this area, on slightly higher ground, stands a huge building made of black rocks, which the locals privately call the Black Castle.

That was the territory of the Griffin Gang, with high walls and tight guards. Ordinary people didn't dare to get close, let alone break in.

At this moment, deeper in the black market, near the entrance to the underground area near the canal dock, a figure walked down slowly.

Alric's face was covered with a mask, and his green eyes looked particularly deep, like a wolf on the snowy plains at night, creepy with cruelty and indifference.

He was pulling a hemp rope in his hand, and at the other end of the rope was dragging a man who was almost indistinguishable from a human.

The man was covered in blood and stains, dragging himself across the uneven stone floor like a rag.

There were two tough-looking men guarding the door. When they saw Alric, they bowed their heads respectfully and made way.

Alrick threw the rope in his hand to the ground and the door closed behind him. This was one of Alrick's bases in the black market.

No one noticed the man in black hiding in the corner.

Jinchen looked down at Alrick punishing the traitor, admiring his wife's hot and dangerous appearance, while also thinking carefully.

Why are Alric and these other forces so eager to destroy the Griffin Gang?

He always felt that it was a deeper hatred, and even vaguely felt that Vincent's death was also closely related to the secret behind it.

downstairs.

Seeing that the man on the ground was completely dead, the bearded Locke waved his hand and signaled his men to drag the body away and dispose of it.

He walked over to Alric, who was slowly wiping his hands with water at the bar, with a serious expression on his face.

"Croft, I have something very important to tell you. Our planted men risked their lives to report back that the Griffin Gang's backers, aside from the mysterious Earl family we previously investigated but haven't yet fully understood, are now almost certain... to include Duke Velika."

Alric paused in wiping his hands, the water washing over his hands, which had distinct knuckles but were covered with fresh scrapes and old scars.

He raised his head, frowning. "Duke Velika? He stays in London all year round and never leaves easily. Why would he cultivate a force like the Griffin Gang in Bayar City?"

Locke: "Our old king is old and his health is declining. It is said that he may die at any time... by the grace of the Lord."

"Duke Velika is secretly controlling the armed forces hidden in the dark at this time, which will help him fight against Prince Peg."

Alric heard the hidden meaning in his words and was a little surprised. "You mean...?"

Locke smiled and nodded, "Yes, as you expected, we have the secret support of Prince Peg."

"He will provide us with guns and soldiers, disguised as our men. The condition is that we must completely eradicate the Griffin Gang and never let them become pawns for Duke Velika."

The tall, thin young man, Peter, also added, "I also heard that there's been quite a stir in London lately. The old king is secretly recalling his scattered bloodlines, those illegitimate children, or the young scions of distant princes and lords. I guess he's trying to stabilize the situation at the last minute."

"But these major events have little to do with us."

It is a blessing from heaven to get the support of the Crown Prince.

Alrick's mood was obviously much happier, but suddenly, as if he thought of something, the smile quickly disappeared.

"Are there still no clues about the person I asked you to find?"

Locke and Peter looked at each other, both feeling a little embarrassed.

Locke scratched his tangled hair. "You didn't tell us his name, nor do we know what he looks like. We only know he's a tall man who always wears black... There are at least a few dozen people who meet these requirements on the black market. It's really hard to find one."

Peter: "Yeah, according to your description, we found a few people with good skills, but after testing them, it seems that none of them are the kind of... ridiculously strong guys you said."

Jinchen, who was hiding in the darkness on the second floor, responded: "......?"

[He is looking for me, he loves me so much.] Jinchen thought in a good mood.

[…Yes!] Ling Gungun decided to cooperate with the performance.

Fortunately, Alric also understood the difficulty of the search and did not worry too much about it.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion and noise outside, mixed with sporadic gunshots.

Alric's face suddenly darkened and he strode out the door.

Jinchen also followed him out, his figure moving between the crowd and the piles of goods. He took advantage of the chaos to get close to a few people who were shouting in panic, listened for a few times, and understood the reason.

Another traitor emerged from Alric's group, who tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape into the Griffin Gang's territory and surrender. Not only did he escape, he also attracted many Griffin Gang members.

At this moment, Alrick's men, other hostile forces who came to help after hearing the news, and the Griffin Gang were fighting.

Jinchen's brows furrowed slightly.

Guns were not yet widely popular in this era, but almost everyone from the Griffin Gang who came this time had a revolver.

In contrast, most of the people on Alrick's side still relied on cold weapons and numerical advantages, and were clearly at a disadvantage.

The so-called wife’s enemy is my enemy.

Jinchen's eyes were slightly cold. He relied on his hidden body to fish in troubled waters and specifically targeted those armed Griffin Gang members.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alric chasing the traitor, rushing towards the alleyway filled with discarded wooden boxes.

Behind the pile of wooden boxes, there were at least three Griffin Gang members armed with guns lying in ambush.

Jinchen used the same trick again, grabbing Alrick by the waist on the path he had to pass, and using the momentum to drag him away from his original route, crashing him into the narrow corridor next to it.

"who!"

Alric was startled, his body tensed, and he slammed his elbow back hard.

The familiar feeling of restraint allowed him to immediately recognize the person, and his tone suddenly became extremely fierce, "It's you again!"

In the darkness, his green eyes flashed with an extremely dangerous light, as if he was about to tear the person behind him to pieces in the next second.

Jinchen seemed not to feel his anger. She grabbed his hand that was trying to fight back, lowered her head and kissed the sensitive earlobe, speaking quickly.

"Stop cursing and save your energy. Listen carefully, take the path on the left to go around. They are lying in ambush behind the box on the right. This is for your protection."

As he spoke, Jinchen stuffed the two revolvers he had just picked up into Alrick's hands.

"Keep your strength, baby," Jinchen said, "Go and deal with them, we'll see you later." After saying that, he let go of her hand and disappeared without a trace.

Alric: "..."

He damn well didn't want to believe this pervert at all.

But the sounds of fighting and gunfire outside were getting more intense, leaving no time to hesitate.

"Damn it!" He cursed softly and rushed out.

With Jinchen's guidance, Alrick felt more confident. Even if those little thugs raised their guns beside him, they would not be able to take on anyone.

Alric broke a neck with one hand, his strong muscles containing powerful explosive power.

Jinchen was hiding at a higher place and could vaguely hear Alric's cold voice coming from the alley below.

"Anyone who betrays me will suffer a miserable fate, no matter if they were once close friends or capable subordinates."

Then there was a short and shrill scream, followed by several more gunshots.

The traitor and the intruding Griffin Gang member were completely eliminated.

The brief battle ended, leaving only sporadic sounds of fighting faintly coming from the distance.

Alric stood in an alley filled with smoke and the smell of blood, breathing slightly, squinting his eyes at the dark corner, and raised his gun to shoot.

Regardless, he's definitely still there.

"Have someone seal off this area," Alric ordered coldly to Locke, who had rushed over after hearing the noise. The cold light in his green eyes had not yet faded. "Keep searching! Even if you have to turn up the ground, you must find that pervert in black!"