Trafford’s Trading Club

Regardless of whether it is a man, daughter, child or elderly person, as long as it is a guest, the boss always likes to look at it secretly.

Luo Qiu also has a part of ordinary people's thinking. When he sees this female customer blowing sugar, he will naturally think that this is cosly... cosly...

"I heard there's everything here, right?" the woman blowing the wave candy asked directly.

But before asking, she sat down like a man... quite handsome.

The hands were still in the pockets, and the legs were naturally stretched out and placed on the floor. From a purely biological perspective, this may be the second pair of legs that Luo Qiu has seen with great appeal.

Straight and slender, as if developed through the best calculations, you won't feel any extra fat, only that it has rich elasticity.

As for the first owner with similar legs that Boss Luo had ever seen, it was naturally the nun she had met once in Romania: Lamias.

"How can I help you, dear guest?"

This is not a guest who was attracted inadvertently...ordinary people, but an extraordinary person who came prepared.

Luo Qiu could feel what was in the tube carried by the guest on his back.

There was something very sinister inside. Even if it was contained, even if it was deliberately concealed, it could not completely cover up its demonic whisper.

Should it be a knife?

It is similar to the kind that Japanese samurai regard as life. The samurai may call it a sword.

The woman who was blowing the candy looked around, and after the first question, her next words seemed to have a different taste, "This place is indeed weird, but, it seems that there are only two of you. ...Oh, this one doesn’t seem to be a human being?”

The maid was not angry, because she was not a real human being. She still politely served tea to the woman who was blowing sugar.

But... in recent times, have there been too many customers who have this kind of tone?

Last time, it seemed to be Su Zijun? Luo Qiu smiled slightly, and the boss was not angry. "It doesn't matter if there are too many people, as long as we have the ability to fulfill the guests' requirements."

"Right."

The woman blowing the wave candy nodded, then smiled lightly and said: "Actually, I'm just a little curious..."

Her eyes moved from the boss to You Ye, and then from You Ye to the boss again, "I wonder what is worth worrying about here that actually makes the old immortals in the club afraid."

"The guest is a representative..." Luo Qiu was slightly startled, "Are you coming from the Michael Club?"

He didn't buy this woman's information directly because the transaction hadn't officially started yet. Before that, Luo Qiu didn't have the habit of immediately obtaining information about a stranger.

He is always used to staying in the unknown as much as possible before officially starting.

"No, I don't represent anyone."

The woman shrugged and said easily: "I'm just representing myself... Also, I don't really like the word 'guest'. So, you can call me Nero."

"Nero?" Luo Qiu felt more interesting. It was interesting that a woman would have such a name, "The tyrant of the ancient Roman Empire."

"No, no, no, I have nothing to do with such ancient people." The female Nero shook her head and said: "In the words of this country, that means that even if the eighteen generations of ancestors are included, there is no relationship."

"Okay, Miss Nero." Luo Qiu nodded, "Since you are not here on behalf of Michael Club...what do you want to buy?"

Nero took out a small bag from his clothes, a very small cloth bag, similar to the size of a brocade bag. She threw the small bag on the table, "Just buy news about one person."

This is not an action by the nouveau riche to symbolize his wealth, nor is it a deliberate action to provoke, but a very natural action.

It's like a hunter who has just returned from a dangerous area. After making money, he comes to the place of consumption and spends a lot of money with great enthusiasm.

And inside this bag are some souls.

"How's it going?" Nero smiled and said, "These are the monsters from the East that I killed on the road. By the way, there was also a very disgusting human being among them. Because he always flaunted his wealth in front of me, He wanted to get me, so I killed him."

Who asked you to play cosly... I don't know that the cosly circle has always been really chaotic...

"Where's the target's name?"

Luo Qiu took a look at the number of souls in the bag: nine monsters, which is a lot for an ordinary human being.

"Cook Chulin."

"What kind of scope of information?"

Nero said calmly: "Is it life or death? If it's dead, where is the body? If it's alive, where is the person...the most accurate place."

Boss Luo was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and took out the only human soul from the bag, "Is it okay to trade gold at this time?"

"Is one enough?" Nero asked curiously.

Boss Luo smiled slightly and said, "I also want to earn more, but enough is enough."

"So, are you still claiming to be fair here?"

Luo Qiu did not speak, but put the human soul on the cushioned plate brought by the maid, and then said slowly: "Miss Nero, the Cook you are talking about is not dead yet. For now, I live in a tofu shop in a small town downstream from this city."

"Tofu shop?" Nero was stunned. She obviously didn't expect it to be such a place.

She said with a trace of doubt, curiosity and distrust: "Although this disgusting human soul is nothing...but, couldn't you just say it casually?"

"This is real-time information. As for Miss Nero being able to find someone in this place, we cannot guarantee it." Luo Qiu said calmly.

"Then your money is too good to make a lot of money?" Nero suddenly sneered.

She pulled out the tube from behind with her backhand, and then pressed it directly to the floor... The tube was trembling slightly, as if something was trying to break out of it crazily, and there were bursts of hissing sounds. The ground sounded.

Boss Luo looked at the slightly rippled tea on the table and suddenly smiled and said: "Miss Nero, what is inside... is it called 'Yama'?"

"Huh..." Nero narrowed his eyes.

Luo Qiu said softly: "I feel that it would be better to call the guest a guest, or calling the guest your real name would be better than a title... Do you think so too? Miss Hua Yuner."

Nero's eyes seemed sharper, but his smile became brighter.

Luo Qiu picked up the tea cup and drank it. When he put it down, he also said: "In addition, guest, we are just a place to discuss business. Anything else... shouldn't happen. It's best not to happen."

The tea cup and tea mat made the crisp sound of porcelain clashing, and the demonic whisper stopped at this moment.

The so-called 'Yama' naturally stopped shaking and became calm.

Nero... Cui Yun'er... the balls blown out by the blowing sugar in her mouth also broke.

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