Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 175 The murderer who attacked the Patriarch of Philos
"Business?"

Although Kress came to see Marcos with a kind of expectation, but when he heard that someone was looking for them to do business, he still couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"That's right, a business that is so lucrative that you can't refuse." Marcos said: "Let me introduce myself, I am a shareholder of Piltover Hex Technology Research Institute, Marcos."

Hextech? !
Kress's heart moved. Just now he was talking with his elder brother that the Hex Flying Gate affected their harvest. When he turned his head, the other party came to the door?
"If you don't mind, let's go in and discuss in detail?" Kress pondered for a moment, and invited sideways.

"Let's talk here." Marcus flicked his Atlas gloves a few times, and said with a light smile, "I'm going to bring this thing into your camp, so I can't guarantee that you won't think too much about it. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, It's best to talk here."

People who can be sand bandits are often cruel and evil. Although Marcus is not afraid of the opponent's crowd, he is also a person who is afraid of trouble.

If he didn't have to make this trip, he would rather stay in Piltover and live a comfortable life.

Kress thought for a while, then nodded and said, "That's fine, everyone, just wait here for a while, I'll go and order my subordinates to tidy up this place and arrange a banquet."

"Don't bother..." Marcus wanted to refuse.

"It's useful." Kress insisted: "You guys have come all the way from Piltover, and you've worked hard all the way. We can't let a few distinguished guests underestimate our Black Scorpion's way of hospitality."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and went back to make arrangements.

Marcus and Wei stayed where they were, waiting quietly.

"No! No! Three bosses, let me go... let me go..."

Faintly, there was a scream begging for mercy from inside the oasis, and Marcos saw several bandits escorting the only surviving little boss to the depths of the oasis.

After a hoarse howl, the oasis returned to calm.

The sand bandits who escorted the man came out and cleaned up the blood on their bodies.

Soon, a group of neatly dressed women appeared in the tree house. They came down from the tree, each holding food or drink in their hands, walking towards Marcus and the others.

Another team of sand bandits came and dragged the corpse away, and the spilled blood was directly covered with sand. In less than a minute, it was no longer apparent that anyone had died here.

They moved low tables and blankets and put them away, and put up a canopy around them to protect them from the sun and wind.

Soon, a temporary reception point was set up.

Kress came over with his two brothers, and waved his hands to make all the bandits retreat.

Someone hesitated for a moment and wanted to stay, but Kress gave him a hard look and hurriedly retreated.

In the end, apart from the three Marcus and the Kress brothers, only the women who served everyone remained.

Thalia lay on the back of the sand dune, facing the scorching sun, holding the scarf with both hands to cover the top of her head, squinting at the changes below, wondering in her heart: "This is... what's going on? You were still killing people just now, how can you be on both sides in a blink of an eye?" Has your relationship become so friendly?"

Grahal, like a strong bear, laughed heartily behind the low table, and invited Marcus and the others to sit down facing each other: "Listen to my third brother, some distinguished guests want to discuss a big deal with Black Scorpion, where is the deal? Do?"

"Pil City." Marcos sat at the low table filled with fruits and drinks, and did not move anything on the table.

Grajal asked again: "What deal?"

"Old business, killing people."

"Kill who?"

"Member."

"How many kills?"

"Undecided."

"How to kill?"

"On the day of evolution, I cooperated with you to transfer the law enforcement officers, and you rushed in to kill them."

"Head money?"

"One person, fifty thousand gold!"

"so much?"

"I won't go without you."

"A one-shot deal?"

"Let's see if the nail in the top position will listen to you in the future."

"How do you listen?"

"The business of killing people with a hammer will go to the grave later."

"What do you say if you don't listen?"

"A few more hammers, and then go to the grave."

"What about going to the tomb?"

"The food is mine, and the harvest is mine."

"Then what do we earn?"

"What else do you want to earn?"

"Forage, you go out, go to the tomb to harvest, half and half."

"Eight two."

"Half and half!"

"Only eighty-two!"

Grajal narrowed his eyes, and only then was he sure that Marcos really wanted to make a big deal with them.

If Marcos generously agreed to go to the tomb and get half of the points, he would think that the other party was making fun of them.

"Forty percent, no less." Grahal wanted to fight for some more benefits.

Marcus resolutely refused: "It's only [-]%, but I will give you three pairs of such gloves."

When Zahar heard this, he secretly poked his elder brother a few times, saying that the gloves were of high value and could be considered.

Kress also poked Grahal a few times from the other side, saying that he could continue to fight.

Don't think about it, the third brother must be listening, because he is smarter than the second brother.

After thinking for a moment, Grahaer said, "Ten pairs of gloves like this, this is the bottom line."

"..." Marcus remained expressionless, unable to tell what he was thinking.

The three brothers on the opposite side looked at him quietly, waiting for his reply.

"Deal." Marcus nodded: "The gloves will be sent to you when you check out after the Evolution Day plan."

Grahal heaved a sigh of relief, raised his glass and said, "Happy cooperation!"

Marcus raised his glass: "Happy cooperation."

The three Grahal brothers drank it down, but Marcus didn't drink, waiting for the other party to put down the glass together: "The business discussion is over, and I have a few questions to ask next."

"Ask whatever you want, as long as I know, I will never hide it!" Grahaer was in a good mood, with a heroic manner.

Marcus asked: "A while ago, the head of the Phiros family, a hermit family in Piltover, was attacked in the Shurima Desert, and his entourage suffered heavy casualties. Ren Fellows fled back to Piltover and died of serious injuries. Do you know that the attack took place at that time?" Which faction do their bandits belong to?"

"Haha, if you ask others about this, you may not know it, but you are asking the right person." Grahaer laughed twice, and said, "Two months ago, a man in strange clothes came from our site alone. Passing by, I led my younger brothers to chase all the way, guess what happened to that man?"

He also played tricks, but Marcus was unmoved and looked at him quietly.

Immediately, Grajal felt an urge to pick his feet from embarrassment.

Marcus didn't cooperate, so he could only alleviate the embarrassment by himself, and continued: "The man saw that there were so many of us, so he ran away. Later, he was forced to dodge a few times out of thin air and disappeared!"

"Disappeared?" Marcus was moved, and asked: "And then?"

"Then we saw that person appearing tens of meters away, knowing that the other person had the legendary magical ability, we didn't dare to chase after him." Grahaer said: "Look at the direction that person is heading, if my guess is right, it should be Go to the 'Shakar' bandit group, which is a bandit group that is famous in the entire Shurima region, and its scale is far beyond that of the Black Scorpion.

If anyone in Shurima would dare to attack members of the Philos family, I can't think of any other force except the Shakar Bandit Group. "

(End of this chapter)