Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 701: Chapter 230: A Leisurely Day with Music at Flood Gang_3

And to strengthen Curse Power further, one needed a vast amount of time to meditate and elevate.

With these three Spell Clay Pots added, they could greatly increase Leonard Churchill’s efficiency in condensing Elements.

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Although Leonard had seen the secret code left by Reuel Bible and guessed the general course of events,

he did not go about recklessly.

He still needed to stay concealed.

He had to let the people from X Bureau know that he was acting according to “their” plan.

But he was in no hurry to contact Camilla and the rest.

Leonard stayed in the Ruined Building for three days.

He followed his daily routine: meditating, breathing, and contemplating various Secret Skills.

Time passed leisurely and comfortably.

On the fourth day, feeling that things should have quieted down,

Leonard changed his clothes and went to the Hunter’s Association to gather information.

He pretended to hang up some fake secret codes that he himself couldn’t decipher.

The professional abilities of X Bureau’s special agents were beyond doubt.

Old Bible’s colleagues, many of whom were skilled in surveillance.

Leonard was certain that within the Hunter’s Association there had to be countless experts from them.

And methods like posting bounties, newspaper ads… these common modes of communication in the Black Market were surely monitored at all times.

The messages Leonard posted were incomprehensible to him; even if someone glimpsed them, it didn’t matter.

He and Camilla already had that kind of tacit understanding.

He knew that his old friend, upon seeing the messages, would surely comprehend their intricacies.

After doing all this, Leonard once again went to Downing Street, planning to dig up some new information.

However, he hadn’t gone far before he discovered a situation that greatly surprised him.

That was, the “Flood Gang” of what was once the First Entertainment City of Sinless City had unexpectedly reopened!

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It was still the same Number 1, Downing Street.

Still the familiar Chinese punk-style building complex.

The cinnabar red walls and green bronze tiles, and the large stone lions at the door… were all still uniquely characteristic.

The only difference was that the decoration style was even more luxurious and imposing than the old Flood Gang.

It had just opened yesterday, coincidentally.

Leonard had actually noticed this newly renovated building a few days ago.

Back then, he was curious as to why it had a style similar to the old Flood Gang.

Now at a glance, it wasn’t just similar—the board even bore the big characters “Flood Gang.”

This name had a different significance to Leonard.

Be it Lord Nine Brown, Seven Brown, or Aunt Jones, the mysterious vice-leader of the Revolutionary Army, all were well-known acquaintances of his.

He was purely curious, wanting to know what was going on.

So he rode his motorcycle here.

He had previously gathered information in the tavern and learned that it was renovated by the Black Gold Trade Union.

That is, the backer of the Song Family head of the Great Ivan Shop, one of the top financial consortiums in the Federation.

Although he knew Lew Williams had a good relationship with Seven Brown,

still… the Flood Gang was involved with the enormous trouble of the Revolutionary Army.

While others would steer clear, the Song Family dared not to avoid it?

Looking at the newly opened entertainment city bustling with people, Leonard couldn’t help but mutter, “Are the people from Black Gold Trade Union so powerful that they dare to reuse the name ‘Flood Gang’?”

He was truly curious.

Though he had little interest in entertainment cities, Leonard still found himself stepping inside.

Intuition told him that among the new guests at the Flood Gang, there seemed to be familiar faces.

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The grand opening of Flood Gang was directly under the name of the Black Gold Trade Union.

As a result, it attracted a large number of high-end clients.

Almost every prominent person in Sinless City sent their congratulations, including nobles, wealthy merchants, large wasteland hunting team leaders, and leaders of mercenary corps…

Even the Miller Family of the Lord’s Manor paid their respects, with the newly appointed lord participating in the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

The various upscale shops, casinos, and entertainment venues within were also buzzing with activity.

It was not just the previous industries.

The Black Gold Trade Union also brought down many entertainment industries from the upper-class society.

They even employed the nearly legendary “Federation Royal Dance Group” at a significant expense, a group that was constantly on the lips of hunters.

Although modern entertainment cities often like to add titles like “royal” or “supreme” just for the sake of sounding upscale and flashy.

This one, however, was different.

Leonard Churchill had previously heard hunters boasting that this dance troupe was said to be a lineage descended from the Orlan Royal Family’s private troupe.

Not only were all the dancers in the troupe stunning, but they also performed pieces that were truly appreciable only by nobility.

During these seven days since the opening, the commoners of Sinless City finally had the chance to witness their true grace.

Right there in the main hall.

Leonard Churchill happened to see it when he walked in.

Beholding the dancers gracefully moving on stage, even he couldn’t help but remark, “There’s indeed some real skill here…”

Upon closer inspection, these dancers were more than just performers.

They were all formal card masters, and their strength was not weak.

Leonard Churchill noted the “air” around those dancers; was the lead dancer even a Second Tier card master?

Not only was their aura strong, but within their elegant dance moves, there was also a special rhythm.

The artistic path of the “Heart 7-Trickster” sequence naturally enhances all performance arts with a filter of finesse.

Magicians, acrobats, dancers… as long as they were card masters of this sequence, they possessed an innate artistic quality.

Such dances were, of course, mesmerizing.

Leonard Churchill stood amidst the crowd and watched with interest for a moment.

And just as he entered, upstairs at the Flood Gang.

Two people stood by the window, conversing as they watched the lively opening ceremony.

If Leonard Churchill were there, he would immediately recognize the woman adorned in a cheongsam, whose voluptuous figure exuded beauty—it was none other than Sophia Jones who had helped him more than once!

Standing beside her was an elderly person whose presence radiated utmost tranquility and regal elegance.

“Sophia, I heard you’ve just liberated a massive slave mine in the south? Oh, Starfall City down south is quite far away. You’ve really gone to all that trouble to make a special trip there.”

“Grandma Williams, how could it be a trouble… I’m very glad to be able to do something for you. My father’s greatest regret before his death was that he was unable to see you one last time.”

“…”

At this, the elderly woman smiled faintly, “It’s hard for an old person to gather vitality. I haven’t received guests much in these years. You and your father have indeed had a hard time.”

Speaking too much wore her out; after a pause as if to catch her breath, she continued, “Those descendants of Oliver are really regressing, the great marquis has even started dealing in slave trade. It’s time for a good shake-up. When the Federation was first established and slavery was abolished, the Federation then saw a great prosperity. Now, the resurgence of that dark practice indicates the era is regressing…”

“Yes. This is what we are currently striving to do.”

Sophia Jones nodded in agreement.

Suddenly something occurred to her, and she revealed a mischievous smile in front of the elderly lady, asking, “Grandma Williams… that mine contained some of our Revolutionary Army officers. It wouldn’t happen to be another one of your supported businesses, would it?”

The elder chuckled in response, “Hehe… no, that’s not the case. Although I had some rapport with Old Oliver, I haven’t been managing family affairs for a long time. I’m at life’s end and have become indifferent to all. I used up the last of my energy to find out about this event and make it here.”

Sophia Jones heard this, a shade of sorrow flitted through her clear eyes; she could sense the frailty of the old woman’s life force.

The atmosphere turned slightly melancholic, but the elder seemed unperturbed, “In the future, I’m going to rely on you to look after him for me.”

Sophia Jones nodded solemnly, “Of course.”

As they were speaking, the elderly lady suddenly seemed to sense something; her eyes, weathered by the years, trembled slightly.

She looked down into the crowd below, her gaze shimmering, and softly exclaimed, “He has arrived.”