I Became the King of Villains In the Game

Inner City, Bradley Square.

Time Amber Gallery.

"Pleasant cooperation, Mr. Beckman."

Roderick said.

With a bang, he threw a heavily tied man in his hand to the ground.

This man is obviously a member of the mysterious association before, "Hammer" Ferry. At this moment, his face was numb, as if his heart had long been ashamed.

"Good cooperation, Commissioner Roderick."

Beckman, who was still in a white suit, smiled lightly.

He picked up Ferry on the ground, dragged him to a bench and sat down. Then he snapped his fingers, and the expression on the latter's face changed immediately, from a slumped look to a resolute and bright smile.

"This is what a cultivator of the Church of the Sun should look like, Ferry."

Beckman was amazed.

Ferry's eyes rolled, staring directly at Beckman, his calm eyes contained no emotion.

"Have you accepted your fate? That's right... From the moment you betrayed the Church of the Sun, I'm afraid you also expected your own doom, but it was an outsider like me who did it last."

Beckman continued to snap his fingers while speaking.

There was a pool of blood oozing from the ground beside his feet, bubbling, and then an easel slowly emerged from the pool of blood.

Beckman picked up the paintbrush on the easel and started painting for Ferry.

"How do you plan to solve the 'circus' organization, Mr. Beckman?"

Roderick watched the other party paint on the spot with great interest, and asked aloud.

"My gallery is about to hold a grand art exhibition. At that time, many powerful and wealthy businessmen in Amber City will be present. The 'circus' will take action at the art exhibition to catch all these big shots!"

Beckman kept moving his hands and said softly.

"This is a shocking kidnapping case planned by the 'Circus' for a long time, they are going to make a fortune out of it, and then flee immediately... I am just a part of their plan, um, a very important part. "

Roderick frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you very much for Mr. Beckman's information. This is very important... But why do these lunatics dare to do this? Are they not afraid of the wrath of the higher-ups of the shelter?"

"Fear……?"

Beckman chuckled.

"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have kidnapped Lawson's son in the first place, or even tore up the vote afterwards... And behind them, there seems to be a shadow of the 'Mutual Aid Society'."

"Mutual Aid Club!"

Roderick stared.

As a special commissioner of the shelter, he had stayed in a metropolis at the main city level, and he had heard of this hidden but powerful organization.

The vast majority of the members of the Mutual Aid Society are supernatural beings of the [conspiracy faction], who believe in the evil god "Old Man Burying the Bones". The senior management of the shelter once speculated that these members all have glamorous identities on the surface, perhaps nobles, wealthy businessmen, councilors, or even a humble factory owner.

Many large-scale mysterious hazards in the empire are related to this "mutual aid society".

"So that's how it is...then there is no need for the 'circus' to exist!"

Roderick snorted coldly.

"On the day of the exhibition, the shelter will ambush in advance. After the 'Circus' people make their move, please Mr. Beckman cooperate with me to suppress them all! No one will be spared!"

"Of course, no problem, Mr. Commissioner."

Beckman readily agreed.

He stopped painting, and an oil portrait on the easel has been completed. Ferry's resolute appearance is vividly depicted in the painting, giving people a sense of warmth and peace of mind like the sun.

On the other hand, Ferry himself is as stiff and motionless as a puppet, his calm eyes have lost their spirituality, leaving only empty silence... Obviously, he died quietly when the oil painting was completed.

Beckmann expertly framed the painting, then went to one wall to hang it.

"It's really a good work. I plan to give it a name, and it's called "The Unyielding Man."

He clapped his hands and clapped his hands.

Then Beckman turned his head and looked at Roderick.

"According to our agreement, after the exhibition, I will leave Amber City, and your suppression plan will be overfulfilled... and the head of the 'circus' will also become my best painting."

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The day of the exhibition.

All the prominent figures in the inner city received invitations in advance to participate in the "Amber Art Exhibition". Some were invited by the Countess of Bradley, and some were personally invited by Mr. Lawson. Both of these two had great power in the aristocratic and political circles.

Those who received the invitation would more or less agree on the face of the two of them. In addition, Beckman's gallery is well-known in the inner city. This time, I heard that there are many works of master painters on display, and dignitaries and aristocrats who claim to be tasteful have come to the scene one after another.

One after another, the carriages drove slowly through the street, finally entered Bradley Square, and parked on the side in an orderly manner.

Some inner city residents who were resting in the square were very surprised after seeing such a grand event. They pointed at the gentlemen and ladies getting off the carriage and talked in low voices.

"I met that gentleman, he is the boss of the Moses Voyage Company, Mr. Hardy!"

"Oh Sun, it's Viscount Picot, and Barons Harrington and Matthew! Why did they come together? What happened?"

"I heard that the 'Time Amber' gallery opened an art exhibition, and even half of the members of the parliament came!"

"It's so grand! If only I could participate...!"

Members of Parliament, nobles, big businessmen, big bosses, and some middle-class elites all dressed formally, and most of them brought their families. They didn't seem to come to participate in a painting exhibition, but a grand banquet.

Those with high status will regard this art exhibition as a gathering to get acquainted with other partners or friends. Those with lower status would like to take advantage of this exhibition to make friends with high-ranking people.

All kinds of thoughts gathered together.

Earl Bradley was absent, much to the surprise of many of the dignitaries who entered. But when they saw the countess standing at the door, and the gallery owner Beckman beside her, they were enlightened.

The news of Countess Bradley and her lover is not a secret in the circle. Perhaps Earl Bradley did not show up to avoid embarrassment.

"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry to invite you to come with me... I didn't expect there to be so many big people here. There must be many pairs of eyes staring secretly. I'm worried that you will be exposed because of this."

The large carriage of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce stopped at a corner of the square.

In the huge and reinforced carriage, Noah looked apologetically at Chen Lun opposite.

"It's okay, let's keep a low profile later."

Chen Lun smiled politely and comforted him.

"Moreover, with the [Starlight Veil] provided by Noah, others can't see our real appearance, so they shouldn't be able to discover it."

Beside him, there was still the quiet Floyd. The appearance of the two of them is different from the original one. This is the effect of [D-Class Monster - Starlight Veil]. It can not only change the appearance, but also affect the self in the eyes of others.

For example, Floyd, when others looked at her, they just regarded her as an ordinary girl with normal and healthy eyes.

[Starlight Veil] is a specialty of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce. Chen Lun is very interested in it, and plans to buy some from Noah at that time.

Before setting off, Chen Lun made a special fortune telling that the trip was not dangerous, and even faintly foreshadowed that something good would happen.

It was only later that Floyd heard about this and asked Chen Lun to take her with him. Remembering that Floyd had never participated in such an art exhibition, Chen Lun agreed.

Even if she can't see the painting, I want her to feel the atmosphere, which is what I promised her.

Show her the wider world.

Chen Lun lifted the curtain, his [spiritual intuition] was faintly triggered.

He squinted his eyes, looked left and right around the gallery, and carefully scanned everyone who participated in the art exhibition. There were a few people whose dress and temperament were slightly incongruous, which caught his attention.

"It's the investigator of the shelter..."

Chen Lun was sure that near the exhibition, people from shelters were ambush.

But instead of feeling worried or uneasy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now that the strength of the shelter is concentrated here, my plan can also start."

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