The not-so-obvious Adam's apple had a noticeable sliding motion, and Delier swallowed dryly, struggling inwardly.

To say, or not to say, that's the question.

Anyway, he didn't know what that brute would do to him, he didn't want to leave any marks on his perfect face, and he didn't want to be beaten up by that guy for three days or five days.

But if you don't say it...... The cold metal tube on his chin made it much harder for him to breathe, what a damn thing!

In the face of beatings and life, Delier chose his life unreservedly as always.

He said a name, Godol!

Plando's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately put away the pistol, and the enthusiastic smile returned to his face. He smiled and helped Delier sort out his clothes, but Delier avoided it with some fear.

Plando clasped his hands on his stomach and said words full of guilt for his reckless behavior, while his mind was already boiling.

Someone is going to deal with Godol, it's not news.

Since Godol became famous in Tenel City, there have always been people who have threatened to do what they want to do with him, isn't he still alive and well?

But this time, I'm afraid it's different. The first thing that came to Plando's mind was that Godor was only one threshold away from being a tycoon, and there was no one who didn't want him to cross over, so he designed this trap. This is not Planto's speculation and reverie, in fact, there is still a brutal and fierce struggle in the upper class, but the way this struggle is expressed is different from the fighting and killing at the bottom of society.

They carry the knife into their arms with their masks on, and while smiling at you, they reach out and stick the knife into your chest at the moment of the handshake.

The root of all this comes from "resources".

Tycoon is a general term that can be understood as a rich man, which is the most superficial and all that the lower classes know about tycoons. In the eyes of the people of the lower classes, the tycoon is a rich man, living a luxurious life, drunk every day, not bothering about money, and having endless money. But in high society, tycoons are just a synonym, a symbol of social class status, and it is not the money that makes you a real tycoon.

What tycoons need is not money, but political resources!

All the real tycoons are competing for limited political resources, after all, whether it is Turnier or Canleth, there are so many officials, so much power, and after it is naturally converted into political resources, it becomes tense.

For example, Wood, who is also a tycoon, so his life is to eat and drink every day and not do business? No, his daily life is not like this, he will take the initiative to give the old party, which is people's abbreviation for the current aristocratic power, he will give political contributions to the old party, in exchange for the support of politicians, so as to prepare to become a politician through the election in two years.

If a politician wants to maintain the detachment of his position, he cannot support everyone who gives him money, this stupid way can only destroy his prestige and status, he must maintain a clear choice, only in this way can people do things for him. Then this politician is the source of the struggle for the tycoons, the political resource for which they fight.

There is also a boss on Gordo, which is known to people with almost a little bit of energy, it is a big man, not only with huge power, but also with a deep political background. Once Godor crosses the threshold and becomes a new player in the "new gameplay", he will inevitably lose his political resources, because his boss will definitely support him and help him in some future election or political event.

Seeing that a new round of election is about to begin, if someone is at risk of losing an important person who supports him because of Godol's "upgrade" - this is not impossible, after all, it is better to use raw than cooked, and even a 1 in a million chance cannot be ignored. So what will this mysterious man do? He will definitely find a way not to give Godor a chance to upgrade, and beat him down with a stick to make him wait for the next chance.

If there is a next time.

For a moment, the corner of Planto's eyes, who felt that he had figured it out, twitched, and he scolded himself in his heart. What did he do with so many things in the first place, he wanted to frame Durin, so let him frame him, although he was likely to be harmed, but it was much better than putting himself in the trap like this, right? Of course, Plando's ability to secure the position of the regional police chief means that he also has his own "resources" and a decent head.

He immediately had a judgment and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. Things are not so bad that they can't be saved in the end, and it can even be said that he is fully capable of plucking himself out of this matter at this time, and he is the kind that picks it cleanly. Of course, any reward needs to be given before it can be obtained, and it is not him who is paying this time, but Godol.

Prondo immediately took Delier with him and returned to Turner's city, waiting for the opportunity to pluck himself clean.

As Mrs. Vivien walked out of the Delier Museum of Art with a rosy face out of the corner of her eyes, she was surprised to see Prodo and Delier standing at the foot of the steps, both with their heads bowed. Her pace slowed a bit, and she stopped as she slowly reached the third step.

She chose to be silent, but Plando did not dare to choose silence, he took the lead in standing up, bowing his head and admitting his "mistake" to Mrs. Vivien: "I'm very sorry Madam, the three Cod who were caught this time were identified by Mr. Delier as fake, this is a mistake in my work, I must admit to you my mistake, it is the result of my negligence in my work, I hope you can punish me." ”

Madame Vivien glanced down at Plando lightly, and then looked at Delier, who explained very cleverly, "That's the lady, when I went to the district jail, I found that the three were not the three who robbed and brutally beat me that day, and I have already explained this to Chief Plando. ”

Although Lady Vivien was a little upset, she patiently asked, "Who sent the person?"

Plando stepped forward, his head lowered, "It was sent by a citizen named Godor, and he said that these three men were Codd and his accomplices, and the ones who robbed Mr. Delier. It seemed that the men had been lynched by the time they arrived, so I was not able to identify the three men very well, and my negligence led me to think that the men brought by Godor were the three men that Monsieur de Lier was looking for, so I ......"

Madame Vivien nodded, and walked down the steps, interrupting Plando's later statement, and without looking back, she slipped into the car and quickly disappeared into the street.

Plando breathed a sigh of relief, sweat on his head when he raised his head, he tilted his head to look at Delier, who was still a little cowering in his eyes, and stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you very much for your cooperation, although I sometimes don't have a good temper, but I definitely have no malice." If there's something you can't solve, come to me and I'll do my best to help you, we're friends, aren't we?"

The corners of Delier's mouth twitched, and an unsightly smile .......

At dinner, Mrs. Vivien put down her knife and fork, took the folded napkin at the corner of the table and dipped her full lips, and said to her husband, who was sitting on the side and eating quietly, "I have heard that there have been frequent street robberies recently, and the law and order in the city has become so bad?", without waiting for the mayor to respond, Mrs. Vivien smiled and leaned forward slightly, and then got up to leave.

Her husband also put down his knife and fork after Lady Vivien had left, straightened up, and the butler at once came to him.

"Look it up!"