He Comes From the Void

"It's not a big problem if you have money but nowhere to spend it..." Kaisha said with some hesitation. Isn't it possible for people to live well as long as they have enough to eat?

"It's a big problem, you don't understand." Sarah looked at her: "In addition to food, all you need is your Kahn."

She continued with a serious face: "In Bilgewater, the more you work on the cusp, the higher your income. And this group of high-income people will only join the next voyage where life and death are unpredictable. Otherwise, it would be too aggrieved to die before the money is spent."

"People are animals of desire. If a person's desire cannot be satisfied for a long time, he will become mentally fragile and easily driven crazy. Now that group of people monopolizes all entertainment industries and uses various forms to stop us People go in and consume, do you think there will be people who will work for us after such a long time?"

"I probably understand." Kai'Sa fell into deep thought.

Occupying the Slaughter Wharf means that a steady stream of wealth will flow into Sarah's hands in the future, and then distributed to her subordinates.

But what to do with the money, of course it is spent.

If there is nothing to spend, then why take such a high risk to make money under Sarah's hands?

Wouldn't it be better to just find a low-paying job with no restrictions on safety?

This group of people can't do anything about the slaughter dock, so they came up with other tricks to deal with Sarah. It's really hateful.

Kaisha knew that Sarah's people needed to vent, and from this point of view, she proposed: "Can't you spend money to build a new entertainment venue yourself?"

"This is not a long-term solution." Sarah shook her head: "Entertainment needs to keep changing venues to maintain a fresh and exciting feeling. This is not looking for a lifelong partner. Everyone tends to gain more experience. I will build one myself The venue, and people get bored very quickly."

"Why do you know so well?" Kahn asked.

Sarah shrugged: "Brother Raven taught me."

In Bilgewater, which is full of obscenities, it is difficult for a person to maintain purity, which Sarah passively accepts.

"Well, since one person can't solve the problem, let's solve it together." Kahn said.

"What do you mean? Are you going to make a move?"

"I mean, you could have a truce council with them and sort things out."

...

Sarah followed Kahn's suggestion and sent souvenirs to several other gang leaders who were in the same boat.

Soon the location of the council was confirmed, in a private residence in the upper city.

Sarah wanted to set the meeting place in McGregor's slaughterhouse, but everyone else disagreed, saying that it was her territory and it was too unsafe to hold a meeting under the guns of the Siren.

Sarah was annoyed that she had compromised before the meeting even started. But fortunately, this group of guys finally admitted that the slaughter dock is her territory.

Although Kahn believed that Sarah could protect herself, she couldn't handle this matter alone, so he and Kaisha also followed.

On the way to the destination, Kahn asked her: "If you leave so suddenly, who will watch at the slaughterhouse?"

"Who else is there, Lei Wen." Sarah explained: "Since the letter was sent out, the number of firefights has decreased a lot, and there is no pressure to hold the pier. Trust Lei Wen, he can provoke the dogs and The Hong Kong Kings gang, let them fight hard, and their ability is still good."

Kahn nodded, and the three continued to walk to the heights. When passing a trestle bridge, Sarah not only saw a thief put his hand into the coat pocket of a passerby.

Lawless Bilgewater is messy enough, but gang feuds make it even worse. Countless law-abiding civilians were affected by gang wars, and the city desperately needed a king to end the conflict.

When they came to the meeting place, Sarah separated from the two.

"Who is not allowed to bring people into the secret meeting this time." Sarah straightened her three-cornered hat and said to the two.

"The three of them will probably unite to isolate you." Kahn said, "If we can't agree, I'll let Kai'sa go in and help you."

"How to get in..." Sarah realized that she had asked a stupid question, and laughed dumbly: "Well, thank you for being my solid backing."

She opened her arms and hugged the two without distinguishing each other.

In fact, their cooperation came to an end after occupying the Slaughter Wharf, and Kahn was not obliged to do anything for her, only to sit back and enjoy the benefits. The reason why he continued to help her was because he saw her as a friend, not a normal partner.

Although Kahn's explanation was that the Slaughter Wharf had not been opened since it was occupied, he hadn't reaped any benefits now, so he would naturally have to stay in Bilgewater for a while. When you get enough benefits and leave, you don't bother to care about her.

Sarah laughed it off, she didn't care what Kahn said, she saw action.

Sarah walked alone to the meeting room behind the red curtain. At the door, a one-eyed guard with a blindfold stopped her.

"Please hand over all your weapons, this is the rule of negotiation." The guard said, pointing to the other weapons on the table beside them with different styles, obviously put here by multiple people.

"Great." Sarah asked, reaching into her coat. "Is everyone else here?"

"They're all here, you're the last one, Captain Doom."

"Damn." Sarah cursed in her heart.

She had already arrived early, but she didn't expect that everyone else was earlier than her, which was not right.

Sarah handed an exquisite pistol with a white ivory stock to the doorman, and then walked to the meeting behind the red curtain.

The layout of the meeting room is very simple. When you enter the door, there is a portrait hanging on the wall. It is the father of Planck, the former king of pirates. He has gone farther than Planck. Rank's. On either side of the portrait are two dim candlesticks that provide the lighting for the entire conference room.

A long square table occupied most of the small conference room, and the other three senators were already seated, each with a pitcher of beer in front of them.

The gray-haired old man is the old Captain Blow, wearing a gray-green coat, and has killed countless tentacle-eaters.

The gloomy bald head is a crow with a penchant for abuse and a penchant for words like gold. Say "morning" to her, reminding her that she is the last person here.

The handsome man with short blond ponytail is Ser Petyr Harker, the man who slew the Scarlet Blade.

Petyr's eyes patrolled her unscrupulously, and Sarah felt a wave of disgust.

As a woman, and a woman of outstanding beauty, she often felt such gazes.

Meeting her gaze, Sarah tugged on her belt and responded domineeringly: "Let's talk now, why are you willing to open the casino and tavern to us?"