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Chapter 435 - 435 250 Murder is like Drinking (4000)_1

Chapter 435: 250 Murder is like Drinking (4000)_1 Chapter 435: 250 Murder is like Drinking (4000)_1 The Green District is located in the southern part of the city, where if you set out from the Blossoming Fountain Square and proceed straight along Mipola Boulevard, you can easily reach your destination despite a few complicated turns.

But compared to finding your own way, taking a horse carriage is much easier.

On the edge of the bustling square, next to a stone pillar near the main road.

Casio stands at the forefront, his face cold and stern. The cool night wind sweeps through, perpetually flipping the hem of his black trench coat.

In the distance.

A square black metallic carriage approaches.

The driver, wrapped in an overcoat and wearing a top hat, sits behind the horses. In his hand, he holds the reins, gently slowing down the vehicle.

He sees a customer by the edge of the Fountain Garden Square from afar.

One has stepped up to the edge of the pillar, prepared to hail the carriage for a ride.

There are two more, making up a total of three people.

Not a small group; they should be able to pay a decent tip.

The carter consoles himself with this thought as the carriage continues to approach. Suddenly, his face changes color, and he jolts the reins abruptly.

The black horses pulling the carriage start to speed up immediately.

The vehicle swiftly passes by the edge of the Fountain Square. The sound of its trailed bell gradually fades away, swiftly parting the current of air.

Leaving behind the distinctly silent and speechless Casio at the original spot.

Without any change in facial expression, he lifts the arm that was initially raised to hail the carriage, adjusting his collar lightly, before straightening his hat.

Sheng Feinan, who is chatting with Feng Liusi nearby, coughs twice, saying: “Maybe the carriage was full…”

“Hmm.” Casio gives a vague nod in agreement.

Two minutes later, another black carriage approaches.

Before Casio even manages to step forward, the carriage swerves around him at a wide angle, speeding away, seemingly in a hurry.

“…”

He remains silent for a while, stepping back without saying a word. He then turns to Sheng Feinan and says: “You try…”

A carriage races by Fountain Square as if fleeing.

A black car follows behind.

As it passes by Casio and his companions, the vehicle significantly slows before continuing ahead, finally halting at the corner up ahead. In the soft back seat, the young master You An looks towards the rear window, curiously asking with a hint of confusion.

“What are they doing? Oh, I understand. Are they planning an ambush as detailed in the magazine, waiting for the target’s carriage to pass by before opening fire!”

The steward turns to look at the trio hailing the carriage.

Explaining: “Uh, I don’t think so, young master.”

“They probably just want to catch a ride…”

Even while saying that, the steward is somewhat left speechless. These gangsters are very unprofessional, all of them donned in uniformly black attire and emanating a cold aura. Any driver would be wary of picking them up late at night, and naturally would avoid trouble when they see it.

This scene, quite unlike how gangsters are usually portrayed, disrupts the atmosphere of the night. The steward had hoped to show Young Master You An the efficiency of gangsters: plotting routes, aiming for their target, cold-bloodedly taking down their marks. Blood, gunshots, smoke, ideally even some broken glass and screams from bystanders.

But looking at the situation now, it seems doubtful whether the steward can leave a lasting impression on Young Master You An and give him a much-needed lesson tonight.

The steward carefully observes for a while and deftly notes that there are no guns, let alone daggers, on any of the three men.

Without any weapons? How are they supposed to commit murder in the middle of the night then?

For a moment, he regrets bringing Young Master You An out to see the world. Right now, the steward strongly suspects that these three supposed gangsters are actually looking for leisure activities. Perhaps they are going to a strip club, a bar, or similar places. After all, such reckless characters need an outlet for their emotions.

The rest of the night may not just be about giving Young Master You An a lesson, but also abruptly opening up a new, fascinating world to him!

But now that they’ve driven out here, they have no choice but to follow and see what happens. If the trio really end up going to such places, he can always bring the young master back home himself, even if it means the trip would be a waste of time.

For a brief moment, the steward hated the guts of Casio and his men.

Why can’t these gangsters just do gangster things, like committing murders?

Either kill or be killed. Spending all their time immersed in wine and beauty, no wonder they’re still small-time hooligans!

Right when the steward is busy with his complaints, Casio’s trio finally manages to hail a carriage successfully. The operation is simple. The other two men stand far away, allowing Feng Liusi to hail the carriage alone. Once the carriage driver brings the vehicle to a halt, the rest then join him.

Near the square, looking at the three men in front of him, dressed in uniformly black trench coats and hats, and oozing a cold aura, the carriage driver regretfully acknowledges he’s walked into a trap. He tries to get the carriage moving again by pulling at the reins.

But the blond youth among the three casually presses a hand on the horse’s head. The black horses, Jenny, stands stock-still, not daring to move. Even her usually restless tail, often swishing to ward off mosquitoes, droops towards her behind, limp and lifeless.

In the blink of an eye.

Two shadowy figures darted into the carriage.

The blond youth soon follows briskly.

“To Green District.”

His voice is low, oddly conveying an aura of authority.

The driver opens his mouth but finally obeys. Thus, he flicks the reins, and the black carriage slowly starts to pick up speed.

“Finally, they’re off…”

Watching the carriage drive off, the steward can’t help but feel a sense of relief. The awkwardness of the trio was making him worried. Restarting the car, he lightly presses the accelerator, and by turning the steering wheel, he too starts to speed up.