Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

Vicar crouched and moved under the long table which was spread with various food and beverages.

He felt it to be very insecure, so he quietly took a silver plate and stuck it in his clothes.

“Is that useful?” Vera rolled up her eyes.

Vicar quickly answered, “NOKIA hasn’t been produced for a long time, taking this is better than nothing… Are those guys of Typica Family crazy?”

Vera looked forward and quickly said, ” I don’t know if they are crazy, but I know you must be crazy, you bought me such a skirt, don’t you know how inconvenient it is for me to wear it?”

“Oh, I’ll pay attention to that next time…No, it won’t happen again!”

Vera frowned at this moment. In the chaos, she saw the guy sat down at this moment, who poured wine on “The Nameless Maiden”.

There were two other persons with calm faces sat at the table he sat, “Is it them?”

Vera said in amazement.

Vicar, who didn’t dare to look forward, tensely asked at this time, “What do you mean?”

Vera hesitated for a while, crouching down to take off the high-heels directly, and then tore the skirt’s hemline to the leg end position. Then she looked at Vicar, “Where’s your weapon?”

“Oh! Right, my weapon!” Vicar immediately fished it out from his clothes, “I found it!”

The thing he pulled out hurriedly was… a remote control!

Maybe he also noticed the thing he had pulled out was a bit too terrible, Vicar hurriedly stuffed it back and found again. After lots of hard work, he took out a short pistol from his back—it was not even as big as his palm.

“How about this one? Is this OK? ”

Vera sighed. She reached out to the table, and touched another iron plate and passed it to Vicar, saying as if blessing, “May the great revolutionary pioneer Vladimir blesses you.”

“But I have never been to Lenin Square to mourn him! Vera, Vera, Ve…”

But Vera had already got out of here very quickly.

Vicar, who afraid to go out, thought it would not be safe even if Vera gave him another iron plate.

So he took one more and stuffed it in his clothes, three pieces altogether.

He thought he was really intelligent!

…

“Why are you interested in these things?” Urey suddenly looked at them and asked.

The person with clown mask smiled, which gave a thought to Urey, that all words the club boss would say were mockeries.

“Sitting at a warm place to listen to cold story, to feel the coldness near the fireplace…” Luo Qiu slowly said, “This is what Mr. Urey said before. I think it’s good.”

Was he laughing at him? And even quoted what Urey had said… But Urey didn’t have any discontent. Perhaps, he had firmly believed that if they didn’t say words with ironical meaning, they wouldn’t use this way to achieve his desire.

“I’ve not got your name yet.” Urey shook his head and laughed.

He looked around at the same time— ordinary people would be frightened in such a bad and dangerous situation. But he thought he wasn’t.

He just knew that there were not many days in his life. And he was aware that he had ‘died’ before, so he didn’t have to fear about every single minute now.

But before he got the answer, a familiar voice came to the conversation between him and the club boss.

Urey felt his shoulder was pressed by someone, and soon— she hold his neck with her arm.

Not too tight nor too loose, it meant a kind of threat.

At the same time, he felt his temple was pointed by a cold thing.

“Sir, please stop your actions right now… Before things get out of hand.”

It was Anna… The person behind Urey was Anna.

Urey closed his eyes. He tried to erase the smile behind the clown mask from his brain; meanwhile, he said, “Anna, don’t you want to see who I am?”

“Who are you?”

As he called her name, Anna tightened her eyebrows.

Urey said lightly at this time, “I’ve taken off my eye-patch, take a look and you will know.”

Urey stood up, gently patting Anna’s arm around his neck, “Relax. You are calm, confident, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Why do you destroy your beauty with such ugly attitude? ”

Anna hesitated for a moment and looked around— She found since she hold this man, those guys in white suits had stopped their actions and came toward her.

The gunfight in the banquet hall suddenly fell into a deadlock.

Anna took a deep breath, moving the gun from the man’s temple to the back of his head, saying calmly, “You can turn around.”

Urey turned.

Anna’s pupils widened in a flash and she subconsciously opened her lips.

Urey raised his hands slightly, whistling and saying, “Anna, you see, I rebelled, right? Why? You don’t recognize me? Or, was it because I just shaved, and you forget what I look like? Didn’t you help me shave last time?”

“That’s impossible…”

Anna whispered in horror— but her fingers instinctively pressed the trigger of the pistol!

Swish—!

But a sharp pain was felt from her wrist at this moment. A shining knife had been stuck in and almost pierced her hand’s back!

Anna screamed, and her pistol fell to the ground. A man in the white suit who was sneaking up on Anna brought her down to the ground directly, clinching her hands at back, and completely controlling her.

“Boss, it’s too dangerous to act like that just now.”

The old butler pulled out his clothes to cover the knives at his waist, and walked to Urey with frowning brows.

While amazed at the old man’s skill of throwing knives, Urey just shook his head. He came to Anna that was looking at him in horror.

His hand gently stroked her face, whispering, “I’m back… You said you wouldn’t forget me, now the impression will be deeper.”

Anna shook her head incredibly… It was really him— Urey, who had great painting talent, but fell on hard days and wandered homeless through the streets.

Why did he go with the Typica Family?

The important thing was, why he didn’t die?

“Boss, how would you wan to deal with these two guys?”

Suddenly, Urey heard the henchman’s voice of Typica Family from his back. He turned around, but only saw the club boss who endowed him everything being aimed by a gun.

“Be polite. These two are the most important friends of mine.” Urey waved his hand.

Bang bang bang bang!

He took over the pistol from Edgar, suddenly shot toward the ceiling with all the bullets, and spoke out appalling words,”Listen, two days later, I will hold the auction of the true ‘The Nameless Maiden’! Today all the fright you suffered, I, the Typica Family’s heir, Urey, will give you enough compensation!”