The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 75: "The Master of the Inn"

10:00 p.m., on the way back to the "Golden Rooster Inn" from Market Avenue.

Louis, a gang enforcer previously following Baron Brignell, accompanied Lumian, turning from the yellowish glow of the main road into the dark side streets.

"What do you mean by that? Are you hoping for a fight between the two sides?" Louis increasingly felt that Charles was a dangerous man, someone whose blood ran with a love for conflict.

Louis believed that with Charles's personality traits and style of doing things, he would inevitably cause trouble for the Savat Gang repeatedly. In a market district already tense due to the rapid rise of the Poison Thorn Gang, things would only get more chaotic.

As a seasoned gang member, Louis had always adhered to the belief that if you could bully ordinary people, there was no need to resort to violence. After all, everyone only had one life. He had witnessed several comrades die in gang wars or police chases. At first, their families would receive some care, but as time went by, their situations would worsen.

Of course, if there was no way to avoid it, he wouldn't lack the courage to fight. Every enforcer under Baron Brignell had grown up in street fights and alley brawls. They might not be the brightest, but their skills and guts were definitely strong.

Louis slowly exhaled and said, "You've shown enough strength to protect the Golden Rooster Inn, and the Poison Thorn Gang doesn't want to escalate the situation and attract police attention. So after the Baron paid Wilson's medical expenses, this matter is considered settled."

"For now, you should keep a low profile. If you attract too much attention from the police, you won't survive a thorough investigation. As for me, I'm fine. I can always hide before the official Extraordinary forces come after me. You Poison Thorn Gang members can run, but the priest can't run away with the church," Louis continued. "The Baron wants me to tell you, since you're staying at the Golden Rooster Inn, it's now under your control."

"When a member has their own territory, we don't cover their daily expenses anymore."

The implication was that aside from the 1,000 Filkin you previously received, the Savat Gang likely won't give you any more money. You'll have to find a way to generate income from your territory.

Lumian paused, finding the situation amusing as he responded.

Looking up at the old, yellowish building, Lumian suddenly felt a strange and absurd sensation—this was now his turf!

But who among the people living in such a rundown place could afford protection money?

Forget it. If they don't cause me trouble like Charlie, that's already a good thing. I can't make any money off them anyway!

Muttering silently to himself, Lumian bid farewell to Louis and entered the inn. After two drinks, he had no intention of visiting the basement bar and headed straight to Room 207.

No one had been here, so after a while of studying Aurore's witchcraft notes, Lumian heard familiar footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.

"Can you believe it? I'm about to get a new job! I went to White Jacket Street tonight, bought drinks for the waiters there, and they introduced me to a hotel manager. He told me they're hiring a few waitstaff, real waitstaff!"

"If the manager finds out you became involved with a female guest from your previous hotel, got caught up in a murder case, and were just released, would he still consider you?" Lumian retorted, deflating the other's enthusiasm.

Charlie's excited smile instantly became awkward. He rubbed his face, then forced a smile and asked, "Would you stop her from leaving Rue Anarchie?"

"Would you stop her from leaving Rue Anarchie?"