No, where does this portal come from?

"But not enough."

"You want the formula and patent for Shimmer? Ha...Mrs. Golask, your appetite is a bit too big~"

"Is it big?" Renata asked back.

"Isn't it big?" Hilco sneered.

"Mrs. Golask, I must give you a piece of advice for the sake of our future relationship."

"Don't treat the glimmer as an ordinary commodity. In the future... he will become the hope of the city."

“And hopefully, it won’t be acquired.”

"So, you are rejecting me?" Renata's mechanical prosthesis suddenly clenched into a fist, making a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction, and a hint of coldness appeared in her deep pink pupils.

"That's right, Mrs. Golask. The future of Shimmer doesn't require an injection of capital from Golask Industries."

As he spoke, Hilco pressed the still-burning cigar in his hand against the document in front of him.

Suddenly, sparks spread outward along the paper.

"Joel," Hilco called out the door. "Clear these files."

"Understood, Boss." Qiao Le's deep voice came from outside the door.

The sudden sound and the noisy footsteps in the corridor interrupted Renata's mechanical prosthesis which was quietly transforming into a gun barrel.

His eyes glanced at Hilco who was leaning on the chair.

Renata snorted coldly: "In that case, then I wish you good luck in your research...Mr. Xierko!"

After saying that, Renata pushed open the office door and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

Chapter 19 An invitation from Gorask Industries!

Looking at Renata's departing back, Hilco looked at his men pouring in from the door.

Wave your hand gently.

The group of younger brothers holding sharp knives dispersed obediently.

"Joel."

"BOSS?" Joler, who was packing up the remaining documents, looked up in confusion, and scraps of yellowed paper were falling from between his fingers.

"……never mind."

Hilko's eyes swept across the darkening dusk outside the window. He originally wanted to ask his younger brother to tell Lin Yan that Golask had noticed the faint light, but his Adam's apple rolled twice and he finally swallowed it back.

The rusty smell of cracked lips spread between his teeth. Hilco licked the cracked corners of his mouth...

You have to deal with your own affairs.

No matter what means Renata uses next, he will take them all.

And then—repay it a hundredfold!

The setting sun dyed the factory's exterior walls blood red, and Renata's high heels slowly stepped across the bumpy streets of the city.

At the entrance of the alley, a few thugs were huddled in a corner, smoking.

When the gangster caught sight of the lone woman, he was about to step forward, but he froze in place the moment he saw her deep pink eyes.

Reflected in those cloudy pupils is the frost between the brows.

At this moment, the expression on her face looked a little gloomy.

The furrowed brows and the deep pink eyes shining in the sunset make him look particularly depressed.

"Webber."

"Master..." A burly figure emerged from the shadows.

In his eyes, there are no complicated emotions, only loyalty.

"Investigate who owns this factory and acquire it. Also, find out who Hilco has been in contact with recently and where the shimmering light is coming from. Find out where it's coming from.

And—cut off all of Hilco's funding." The masked, neutral voice was exceptionally cold.

After giving all these instructions, Renata snorted coldly and looked back at the factory in the distance: "Don't accept Golask's favor? Then be annexed by Golask!"

Hilco, you will regret not agreeing to my terms.

Your hard work will eventually fall into the hands of Gorask!

With Renata's departure, the city was in turmoil...

Hillco, Vandel, and other alchemy barons were all keenly aware of this undercurrent and were very cautious in avoiding and investigating.

Time passes like this little by little.

In the blink of an eye, several months had passed since Silko and others left Lin Yan's residence.

During this period, Vander and Hilco were completely immersed in their own careers and never came to see Lin Yan again.

Lin Yan was therefore happy to have some free time. After spending a thousand empowerment points to upgrade the glimmer to the perfect glimmer, in addition to getting familiar with the speed and power brought by the glimmer, he practiced body movements, stance training, boxing and kicking, as well as practicing thunder techniques every day.

From the old Taoist priest, Lin Yan learned that Zhang Chulan had been taken to Longhu Mountain, and that Feng Baobao, who lived on the mountain as a "pilgrim", had gone up the mountain with him.

Lin Yan was completely prepared for the changes in the plot of "One Person's World", but he did not expect that Feng Baobao would also live on the mountain with him.

As Zhang Chulan went up the mountain, the old Taoist priest came online less and less frequently.

It seems that he is giving Zhang Chulan systematic teaching and has no time to take care of his apprentice from another world.

"call--"

Let out a soft breath.

Lin Yan opened his tightly closed eyes.

The originally black eyes turned into light pink under the transformation of the perfect glimmer, adding a bit of softness to Lin Yan's masculinity.

Turning to look out the window.

Crack—pop!

Bang - Bang -

In the courtyard, Wei was learning to hit a homemade wooden dummy.

Don't mention it, it's quite neat and orderly...

Not far from Wei, Baobao was holding Heimerdinger's research notes in his hands and reading them with great interest.

The breeze blowing in through the window cracks carried the scent of wisteria.

The air quality in the hospital is very different from that in the basement.

Although the yard is located in the bottom of the city, the air quality is exceptionally good.

This is one of the benefits of shelter.

Just as he was sighing at the gentle breeze and the peaceful days, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open at an inopportune time.

Sevica, holding the invitation, knocked gently on the gate.

"Mr. Lin...here is Vander's invitation for you."

Sevica's arms are still intact now, his slightly dark skin is very rough, and under his rolled-up sleeves are strong muscles in his forearms. He looks at Lin Yan with a defiant expression, and his leather jacket is quite similar to the style of Vander when he first arrived.

"Vandel's invitation to me?"

Lin Yan frowned slightly and took the golden invitation from Sevika with some confusion. There was a wax seal with Vander's name printed on the interface of the invitation.

Vander Warwick

Use your fingers to gently open the envelope and pull out the letter.

[Hello, Mr. Lin.]

I'm really sorry to contact you so suddenly.

But time is running out. Our "cargo" will be delivered to the upper city tomorrow. And it so happens that the Piltover guys have recently added a checkpoint at the bridgehead, so I have to escort the car myself this time.

Before the goods are shipped, I would like to personally thank you for your contribution to Dicheng! Without your advice and suggestions, Dicheng would never have changed in the slightest.

After that incident, the Fulgrim Tavern has reopened. It was the place that Hilco and I founded together and it holds great significance for me.

Tonight, I will personally open the fine wine for you. It was brewed by me when I built the Fugen Tavern. Please be sure to come!

—Vander.]

"... After all this time, you're asking me to go drink?"

After reading the invitation in your hand.

Lin Yan's mouth twitched helplessly...

Just drink, but make it so formal. If you don’t know, you would think Vander is getting married today.

Although he secretly complained in his heart, Lin Yan still put the invitation away and waved to him.

"I've received the invitation...I told Fandel I'll be there tonight."

Hearing this, Sevica responded softly but did not leave.

Instead, she looked up and down with a slightly curious look at Lin Yan, who walked to the sun lounger to bask in the sun.

She really couldn't figure out what kind of ability this lazy-looking young man in front of her had that could make Vandel, the Black Wolf of the Undercity, personally write an invitation and have her deputy deliver it.

Just as she was wondering, Lin Yan, who was lying on the recliner, opened his eyes a little and said, "Sevika. Are you planning to come in and rest for a while?"

When she heard Lin Yan calling her name, Sevica remained silent. After a while, she walked away on her own.

Although he didn't know what was so special about the young man in front of him, since Vander was so polite to him, there must be a reason for Vander to be so polite.

As Vandel's deputy, I only need to fulfill my responsibilities as a deputy.

No need to worry about the rest.

After all, as long as the young man in front of him can change Dicheng, let alone being polite to him, it would be fine even if he became his henchman.

With this in mind, Sevica strolled towards Fulgrim's Tavern...

The leather boots stepped on the slippery moss as they turned the corner, and the crisp footsteps made a very regular echo in the shadows of the crisscrossing metal pipes.

Tread-tap-

She suddenly stopped.

Her eyes wandered in the shadows of the alley.

After a two-second pause, Sevica's hand suddenly reached for his waist!

at the same time!

A large group of alley thugs rushed out from the shadows with sharp knives in hand and surrounded Sevika!

The leader was Weber in a black suit.

"What a delightful chance encounter."

Weber's voice was like rusty gears rubbing against each other, and the flashing red light of his mechanical prosthetic eye pinned Sevika to the mottled wall.

Behind him, the thugs automatically divided into two lines.

"Lady Sevika, my master has prepared some fine Noxian sherry. I'm sure you won't refuse an invitation to dinner."

"please!"

Chapter 20: As a trade consultant, it's normal to have a tough fist, right?

For outsiders who have never been to Black Alley, the stereotype of Black Alley is just like its name.

Most of them are dark, chaotic, and miserable, with desperate criminals everywhere.

When Lin Yan saw it today, his inherent impression of the dark alley was completely broken.

The dark alleys are particularly lively at night.

Neon tubes hissed under the iron roof, and shadows of people of all ethnicities intertwined in the steam and oil stains.

Of course, there is something true about the stereotype out there…