Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　 It is night, and the moon and stars are scarce.

　　 Starry Mansion, in a luxuriously decorated study room.

　　 The two core executives of the British faculty of the Templars are having a lively discussion about the death of Allison:

　　 "Allison is dead, and the production of analgesic potions is discontinued!"

　　 "Frye intends to let the whole of London fall into the hands of the mob!"

　　 "Maybe he didn't plan to do anything, but simply wanted to mess up our lives."

　　 "The sanatorium is closed, the health care system of the whole city is in a mess, and the price of medicines is soaring. It is completely messed up!"

　　 "He can't understand the seriousness of his behavior. This kind of person is simply an anarchist!"

　　 While Starry, who was sitting on the desk seat, listened to what was next to him without a word, as if thinking about something.

　　As the youngest son of the Starry family in the West End of London, Starry was able to stand out from several brothers and finally became the boss of Starry Enterprise and London's railway tycoon.

　　, to a large extent, is due to his charisma and ability to pretend.

　　 Born in wealth and wealth, he learned to cover up his inner disdain with a smile and greet on his face since he was a child, and then through practice and tempering, he became a master of controlling the hearts of the people.

　　 Every move seems to have its deep meaning...

　　 picked up the tea spoon and added a spoonful of fine sugar to the cup of steaming black tea in front of him.

　　 After stirring evenly, Starry picked up the teacup and interrupted the incompetent rage of his men:

"Gentlemen!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the discussion stopped abruptly.

　　 Everyone in the study turned their eyes to the middle-aged man with a mustache behind the desk.

　　 took a sip of the cup of black tea, Starry closed his eyes and enjoyed the sweetness before slowly saying:

"This cup of tea was transported here from India by ship, transferred into the port, and then sent to the factory for packaging. From there, it was brought to my door by a carriage, opened in my warehouse, and delivered to In my hands upstairs."

"All the above are the fruits of the work of men and women who work for me. They can live, work, and live for their lives. These are all thanks to me, and Crawford Starris has given them the favor. They will work their lives in my factory, and their children will repeat the process..."

　　 After a pause, Starry frowned slightly, his eyes filled with contempt:

　　 "And you guys came to tell me about Jacob Frye? This insignificant kid still claims to be an assassin?! You really disrespect this busy city day and night..."

　　 "So, let's drink tea, taste this miracle, this cup of tea!"

　　 Obviously, Starry didn't take the basket that Jacob stabbed seriously.

　　 Seeing that the boss expressed his opinion, the two high-ranking officers of the Knights Templar did not continue to express their opinions.

　　 At this moment, Lucy Thorne, dressed in a Templar costume, also walked into the study.

　　 "Ah! Miss Lucy, you came just in time, have a cup of tea!"

　　 Hearing Starry’s invitation, she went straight to the side, picked up a cup of hot tea made by her servant, got to the nose and smelled it, and then said:

　　 "My research is coming to an end, our dear London, shouldn't be bothered by these troublesome idiots for so long..."

　　 "I heard that you were harassed by this sister for a while. What is her name? Miss Frye?"

　　 "Miss Frye won't be a problem, but the Asian man next to her may be the tricky person."

　　 Hearing the words, Starry couldn’t help but pause, as if a hint of curiosity arose, and asked:

　　 "Asian? Do you have a name?"

　　 "Mars, or Tyson, the boss of an emerging gang, I heard that they have very good skills."

　　 Hearing the term "gang boss", Starry seemed to remember something, and the disgust in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

　　 The curiosity in my heart also disappeared.

　　 "This kind of guy, just leave it to Rose to deal with, there is no need to get our hands dirty..."

　　 While talking, Starry slowly got up from the seat, with his hands on his back, pacing to the glass window behind, looking at the city of London at night, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "London's stability is the only thing we care about. If anyone dares to stop us, there will only be one end..."

　　 The meaning of killing in words is self-evident.

　　. . . . . .

　　 Just as the Templars tried to save the situation, the London Assassin team was also using its own way to save the people of London.

　　 Learned from Nightingale that a large number of precious medicines were auctioned at high prices on the Lambeth black market. Lu Qi and Yi Wei came to the black market and participated in a masked auction in person.

　　 There are all kinds of weird things at the auction.

　　Ivory products from India, silk from Qing Dynasty, knives from Japan, special products from all over the world, fully embodies the prosperous national power of the empire in the Victorian era and the sun never sets.

　　 However, this is not the focus of Lu Qi and Yiwei.

　　 It wasn't until a batch of pharmaceutical raw materials, usually priced only a few pounds, that they were bid wildly here, and the price soared, and finally reached 15 pounds, they really realized how black the heart of profiteers is!

　　 Capital pursues profit. When the profit reaches five times, no capitalist can resist the temptation of money...

　　 After the auction ended, the two immediately left the black market and followed the buyer who bought the raw materials ~www.ltnovel.com~ to a large warehouse in the east of Lambeth.

　　 There, they saw a large amount of medicines hoarded in the warehouse, as well as the mobs guarding them inside and outside!

　　 Then, after two people's in-depth investigation, it was finally confirmed that the owner of the black market in Lambeth is not someone else, but the boss of the mob to help Lambeth, Stern!

　　 In other words, the mob gang used their power in the Lambeth area to force a large amount of medicines to be purchased at low prices, and then sold the medicines at high prices through the black market platform in order to make huge profits.

　　 The investigation was over, and when she returned to the train hiding place, Evie was still a bit aggrieved and could not help cursing:

　　 "Damn thug gang! They should all go to hell!"

"That's good. Since we know that there is a large stock of medicines there, we only need to let all the medicines in the warehouse flow into the market, and then destroy all the fake medicines on the market. In this way, the medical crisis in London will definitely get a certain degree. Relief."

　　 "After this period of time, the supply of medicines in major London hospitals will return to normal..."

　　 "The question is, what can I do to get the mob to sell the medicine at a low price?"

　　 Hearing this question, Lu Qi's eyes flashed a little, and he replied in a deep voice:

　　 "The Nighthawk Gang has been silent in the Whitechapel District for too long, and it is time to develop our influence in other districts!"

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