Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

(I will continue to write, meow(???))

It was cold, and even though she was wrapped up like a thick breadstick, Kanisa still felt the chill.

But her heart was eager. She strolled on the snow-covered streets, and the hope for the future enriched her inner self, turning into a warm current that brought her exciting motivation.

Sure enough, it is more important to follow the right person than to do the right thing!

The girl thought, the eldest brother gave her a chance to change her fate, and now he can also change her brother's fate! He no longer has to do those embarrassing jobs, and can stand up straight and be a man!

Kanisa had deep feelings for her brother, the only one who treated her well and took care of her, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace.

This time, not only will she be able to take her brother with her, but she can also find some familiar friends to help her, and everyone's life will be better!

Walking through knee-deep snow, Kanisa stepped into the four o'clock minute hand zone to find her brother in the familiar tavern.

No matter how heavy the snow was, it could not stop the Northern Empire people's passion for drinking. The snow in front of the tavern was trampled into a mess, mixed with frozen sewage, and piled up into a small hill on the original road.

Pushing open the rough thick wooden door with iron bars, the warm air mixed with body temperature filled the air, bringing a dull and strange smell amid the hustle and bustle.

After staying in the Bafang Restaurant, where the environment was much better, for a few days, the girl had developed a subtle sense of distance from it. She shook off the snow on her cloak and quickly looked for her brother.

But the strange thing is that the brother who is usually easy to find is not in his usual position today.

Kanisa wanted to ask her brother's acquaintances, but the men and women standing in the corner of the bar looked at her in a way that made the girl feel strange. She instinctively realized that something was wrong and wanted to leave first.

But both hands had already held her firmly in place.

Without a word of communication, two tall and silent men dragged Kanisa, one on the left and one on the right, towards the small house inside the tavern. No one intervened, and most of them glanced away indifferently.

This is not uncommon in the lower classes.

There are always some people who don't have good eyesight, and overestimate their own abilities and provoke people they shouldn't provoke, and touch things they shouldn't touch. They may be black gangs, or some people with higher positions and more terrifying ones!

Rather than seeking death, it is better to pretend nothing happened.

As long as you don't live near a gutter, who cares if there's an extra body in it?

Kanisa didn't scream or resist. She knew it was useless. Boss Fan gave her power, but that was only for ordinary people.

The girl sensed the aura of a 'strong man' from these two people!

That person is from a completely different world from her, and only someone at Boss Fan's level can deal with him! The girl who had been kidnapped once knew this very well.

She was targeted again...

But this time was different from the last time. She was not beaten up and thrown into a corner as soon as they met. Instead, Kanisa was pulled into the cabin and saw a simple table in the room.

There was a person sitting behind the table, his face hidden behind his raised black collar, so his full appearance could not be seen clearly.

An exquisite candle that looked very expensive was lit on the table. The candlelight flickered, emitting a refreshing fragrance that was out of tune with the environment. The girl immediately felt a sense of oppression.

It does not come from strength...but from the greater "power" revealed behind some appearances.

"sit."

While she was feeling nervous, someone behind the desk spoke. It was a low, hoarse female voice. The other guards standing on both sides of the door immediately brought a stool and placed it quietly behind the girl.

The hand pressing on her shoulder exerted force, forcing Kanisa to sit down.

After the extraordinary "courtesy", there was an uncomfortable silence that seemed like an eternity. Finally, the person opposite raised his hand and flipped over a piece of hard cardboard from the corner of the table and pushed it in front of the girl.

"He, you recognize him, right?"

The girl lowered her head and discovered that on the paper was a photo of Fan Wei at the Chefs Association. In the candlelight, she could see a familiar, gentle and steady smile, which made her feel a little relieved.

Kanisa hesitated.

She had a vague idea of ​​what these people wanted to do. They must have known what she was doing when they brought her here, and their questions were just to get her to start talking.

She didn't know whether she should give in or not. If she just answered the question honestly, maybe she could avoid being beaten.

But thinking of the boss's trust, care and kindness to her, Kanisa bit her lip nervously and shook her head, "I don't know him."

The force on her shoulders increased immediately, and the iron-like hands almost crushed her shoulder blades!

The girl groaned in pain and showed a painful expression. The person sitting behind the table immediately raised his hand to signal for him to stop.

"Don't be like that. This little sister really impressed me."

The strength on his shoulders eased, and the person opposite smiled and said, "This place is full of countless selfishness and betrayal. A little bit of loyalty makes it shine."

"I don't mind your lies, I admire you."

The figure behind the table spoke in a casual tone, dissecting the girl's mind with ease.

"However, we have to be pragmatic. It is a very simple truth that any relationship in the world is ultimately driven by interests."

“Everyone has a price. Find out your own value. Under limited conditions, the side that can offer you the highest price is the one you should be loyal to.”

"how do you feel?"

Kanisa was silent, not knowing how to respond, but there was no doubt that there was some truth to what the woman said.

The coldness of the empire has made the people here selfish. If a person does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth! As an animal, isn't the highest pursuit to live and enjoy life?

If both interest value and emotional value can be satisfied, people will submit to the source of satisfaction.

"Are you interested in becoming a person of higher status? Are you interested in becoming powerful?" The woman opposite smiled and pushed a small box over.

"Your brother is in our care now, and he is doing well."

"We don't have any bad intentions. We are just very interested in Misr Fan. We want to learn more about his actions, so we need a 'friend' who is closer to him."

"This is your value, right? Do you mind selling her for a higher price?"

Kanisa sat stiffly in the chair, not knowing whether to move. The woman tapped her fingers on the table and opened the lid of the box with her own hands. The things inside made the girl's pupils contract.

"I don't need you to do anything right now. Let's start with something simple, okay?"

The air was so silent that it seemed frozen. Kanisa thought of her brother and the things in the box. She doubted whether she nodded.

There shouldn’t be, there shouldn’t be…but the hand on my shoulder loosened.

The woman opposite stood up, put the small box into her pocket, and with a chuckle, the men left the room.

The girl was the only one left sitting there, and suddenly...she felt a little cold.