202 The Draw and Express Shipping (2/2)

”Me.” Behind him, someone bent over and whispered in his ear, ”Don't get so excited. Put that little toy away.”

Hearing that familiar voice, the man paused for a moment, and slowly put away his crossbow. He whispered indignantly, ”Young Master Sherlock Holmes, why bother frightening a cripple like me?”

”Just wanted to say hello. After all, you were once the Pyramid King. There’s no reason for you to be so scared, right?” The newcomer chuckled. Leaning on his staff, he lifted the edge of his hat, revealing his eyes. It was Ye Qingxuan. He had come as invited.

At dusk, Lola’s letter made Ye Qingxuan the topic of gossip again and thoroughly proved the rumors of ”seducing the professor”. But he did not expect that Lola would make such an effort in front of everyone to send this letter to him, just to ask him to run an errand for her.

”I haven’t been in a good mood and I don’t want to go out for my delivery. Go to Pier No. 19 tonight and get me something. That guy will show you the way.”

At the end of the letter, some extremely ambiguous words were written: Remember to be fast. I prepared a candlelit dinner.

And then there was a lip print.

What the f*ck was a candlelit dinner? The so-called candlelit dinner was just dinner for Lola. If she was hungry, she should have just said so…

Ye Qingxuan could already imagine him lying on a plate, all tied up. Lola would pick up a knife and fork, open the red lips that had left the lip print on that letter, and enjoy her dinner. He sighed and stopped thinking about those things. He would just wait for the ship to arrive.

Soon, on the sea, light reached out from the thick fog. It was the fog lamp necessary for sailing in such a heavy fog. Under the rhythmically flashing lights, the Pyramid King raised his lantern and skillfully responded to the code.

Soon, a ship's shadow silently appeared in the mist.

”I didn't think you still had people under you,” Ye Qingxuan exclaimed in amazement. ”I thought the Shaman had already wiped the Pyramid Scheme clean.”

”I was the leader after all and there’s nothing strange with having some smuggling resources.” The Pyramid King glanced at Ye Qingxuan meaningfully, and said slightly, ”Moreover, you should always leave an alternative for yourself. The cusp is not a good place to be.”

”Is it?” Ye Qingxuan sneered. ”It seems that you didn’t do that for yourself.”

At the thought of being mercilessly betrayed by his employer, the Pyramid King’s expression grew serious and he stopped talking.

Soon, the ship docked.

Naked black-haired men carried a large box and stepped ashore. Behind them, the grizzled captain came ashore as well. He glanced at the Pyramid King and Ye Qingxuan, then drew back his sight.

”Erzi, put the things down and go back to the boat,” the old man commanded the sailor in the Eastern language, and put on a smile to greet the two men.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He did not expect that this smuggler was an Eastern man. The old man smiled and handed a list to the Pyramid King. Then he said in fluent Western language, ”Everything the Professor asked for is here. Take a look?”

”You’re half a month late.” The Pyramid King looked at him. ”A full half month.”

”The Professor's request was too strict. Even scrapped waste is hard get,” the Eastern old man said in a low voice. ”The workshops of Shaofu are under the management of the martial law. If we’re found to be smuggling these things, I won’t be the only one to be executed. You have to let me think of my family.”

”How’s the quality?”

”It was better than expected. One batch from the Tai Lok Department happened to come.”

”Very good.” The Pyramid King inspected the things in the iron box and nodded with satisfaction. He threw a leather sachet to the old man.

The old man used the fog lamp to opened the sachet and inspect it. Under the light, the blue gold sand in the bag shone intoxicatingly. It was no exaggeration to say that the sand in this bag was worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. The old man smiled and put it away.

”The Professor is always so generous. Never disappoints.”

Here, his expression grew curious. ”Last time I came here, the fighting in Avalon was white-hot. How is it now? Many lines of the Pyramid Scheme are cut off. Now, not many in the East are willing to go to Avalon. If the Professor isn’t an old customer, I wouldn’t want to come either. Sam, do you know what's going on?”

The Pyramid King’s face darkened and he did not respond.

”The Pyramid King no longer exists. You should change your partner now.” Ye Qingxuan said slightly.

The old man froze. ”Who is the winner?”

”The Shaman.”

Hearing Ye’s response, the old man grew astonished. He obviously knew about the conflicts between the Shaman and the Professor. He instantly became a little hesitant. ”Then the Professor ...”

”Dead!” Ye Qingxuan coldly said. No matter what, the Professor was dead. Only Lola was alive. He could not let the Shaman know that the Professor was still alive.

Hearing the cold voice from the mysterious man, the old man froze and looked up at him. He had thought that this man was the Pyramid King’s man, but he did not expect that he was the real boss.

When he looked into the man’s eyes, he found that the man was looking at himself too. The eyes under the hat were hidden in the shadows. They reflected pale mist and the dim fog lamp, like a wisp in the abyss, emanating piercing cold. It was like an abyss with a limitless magnetic force.

”Now I'm the Professor's replacement. If you want this business, just keep your mouth shut. Pay particular attention to...” Ye Qingxuan paused. His hoarse voice contained a murderous chill. ”…to not ask around.”

The chill of the night was brought in the sea breeze’s blowing. It stung the old man's eyes, making him look away and nod hurriedly. ”Yes, I had crossed the line.” He lowered his head and stopped looking at the shadow in the mist that could not even be illuminated by light.

Now that the transaction had been completed, the ship would set sail again soon. The next stop was Birmingham, and there was a whole warehouse of silk to unload there.

In the end, the old man glanced carefully at the shadow, and drew a brocade name card from his pocket. ”May I know your name?”

”Holmes. Call me Holmes,” the shadow responded to him with the Eastern language. His voice was soft, but it seemed to hide the darkness behind the whole city. ”But some people like to call me the Vengeful Spirit.”