Trafford's Trading Club

A man with a black helmet in the car rudely cut through the handcuffs on Efim’s hands with pincers.

But Efim suddenly scolded, "You ensure the customer’s safety like this? Don’t you know that I would have died if you just crashed a little bit off target?"

"But did you die?" another man who was driving indifferently said.

Efim sneered, "Is this the service of the Michael Club? I paid a billion dollars of dues every year, but you just provide this kind of service? Tell me your names! I’ll complain it to Mr. Sun!"

"First," The man who was driving lightly said without turning his head, "You didn’t tell us in advance that you’re in danger. Second, when we came, you were already in the police car. We don’t have any interest in saving you from the police department. Finally, my name is Tianzui, and nearby is Tianbai... Don’t skimp on your complaint."

Efim grunted.

He just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction--- Because becoming a prisoner overnight and even being betrayed by his follower made him extremely angry.

The police had pried open his insurance room before he was taken away... what was hidden in it was enough for him to be exiled abroad with dozens of reasons.

"Where are we going now?" Efim instantly asked after he calmed down.

"Sending you to the river. Your situation may be difficult to board a flight. So go by water." Tianzui lightly said, "Don’t worry, you’re a member of the club, and you won’t suffer a loss for paying the membership dues. We’ll safely send you away. Oh... According to the information you have filled, when you’re in danger, the first place you want to go is... Italy."

Considering the incident that happened so quickly this evening, and that he’d lose nearly half of his wealth if he left, Efim tightened his fists.

"Wait, I can’t go like that!" Efim gnashed his teeth and said, "At least there’s one guy, who I don’t want to live before I leave!"

"Mr. Efim, we don’t want you to create side issues." Tianbai indifferently said, "Especially when you’re escaping. Only foolish and boorish fellows would take revenge out of anger."

But Efim sneered, "What the f*ck is the Michael club! When I registered, how nice you spoke to me! But now you can’t even nicely finish a small case... Give me the phone, I want to talk to your boss!"

Tianzui looked at Tianbai, shrugging--- then Tianbai gave Efim a mobile phone.

"Is that Tianbai? What’s the matter? "

"I’m Efim!"

"Oh...Hi, Mr. Efim." A brisk smile came out of the other end of the line, "It seems that Tianzui and Tianbai have successfully brought you out. Mr. Efim, don’t worry. As your request, we will safely send you to... Oh, yes, Italy."

"No! Before that, I have another request!" Efim snorted, looking at Tianzui and Tianbai in the car and coldly said, "But the attitude of your subordinates does not seem good!"

"Hehe... Well, Mr. Efim, Tianzui and Tianbai are only responsible for the "delivery". If there’s something beyond their ’delivery’ duty, I’m sorry, they won’t do that."

"I don’t care! Before I go, I want you to kill a guy! I don’t like to tangle slowly with my enemy after I go to Italy. I want a fast game!" Efim said in a low voice. "I don’t care what these two guys are responsible for, I only believe that money can buy everything in the world! Help me remove my enemy and I’ll pay what you asked!"

After a few moments of silence, the voice of Mr. Sun was sounded, "Mr. Efim, please give the phone to Tianbai."

Then the phone was passed to Tianbai.

Tianbai quietly listened at this time.

"Listen, Boss asked us to restrain ourselves at this period...However, since Efim is so angry and willing to let us rip him off, we have no reason to reject the request of our respected member... Remember, do it quickly, Moscow is the land of the Eastern Orthodox, don’t create unnecessary troubles."

Tianbai nodded and lightly said, "I see."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Efim and slowly said, "Well, Mr. Efim, please give us your enemy’s address. I hope to send you to the boat before daylight. "

Efim gave a cold snort as he squinted his eyes and slowly said an address.

...

...

Whir... Rumble Rumble.

It was the sound of a subsided engine. The Dodge Tomahawk’s headlights that finally stopped were also closed at this time, Vera took off the helmet, swung her hair, and went down.

Vicar hurriedly walked out from the house when he heard the sound. He opened his hands and showed a happy face, "Dear F&C, congratulations on your successful assignment!"

"Where’s the painting?" Vera smiled lightly, "I hope it’ll be intact when I open the frame."

"Of course you will!" Vicar laughed, "I’ve seen it, it’s a brand-new one! In other words, I’ve never seen such an intact painting!"

Not wanting to speak nonsense with Vicar, Vera threw the keys to him and walked into the house.

Vera directly climbed over from the back of the sofa, sat down and unfolded the painting tube which was freely lay on the sofa, taking out "The Nameless Maiden".

She smiled while appreciating the treasure to comfort herself after a day’s hard work.

Vicar who had put the Dodge Tomahawk into the garage came in with a whistle, "Well, how do you feel with a national treasure in hand?"

But Vera frowned at this time, and suddenly said, " That’s terrible!!"

"Terrible?" Vicar was stunned.

While Vera tore the painting in half, saying indifferently, "It is fake."

Vicar hastily picked up the painting and asked unbelievably, "Is it fake? But it’s obviously what you got from Efim... And there’s nothing wrong when I took it back."

Vera sighed. "Look at the lower right edge of it."

Vicar unconsciously opened the painting and looked at the low right corner; Suddenly, Vicar opened his mouth and showed a wonderful expression, only because a line of words had been printed there.

’MADE-IN-CHINA’

"What’s this? "

Vicar grabbed his hair and said with puzzlement, "Wait, let me think. Efim bought this painting, and then you took it over from him which is fake... That is to say, at the manor’s auction, this painting is fake... No, No, why didn’t so many collectors recognize it’s a fake one?"

Vera leaned on the sofa and frowned, "At that time, Efim was talking with a policeman about framing the manor lord with this painting... Well, it’s impossible for him to use such a fake painting. But..."

"If the painting he took out is real... Why did you get back a fake one?" Vicar felt confused and blankly said, "So... Where is the real ’The Nameless Maiden’?"

"Maybe someone knows..." Vera suddenly said.

Vera and Vicar looked at each other and almost spoke with one voice, "The owner of the manor!"

Ring.

At the moment, Vicar’s laptop in the living room suddenly rang. He opened it, and suddenly gave a low shout, "Efim was kidnapped... from a police car!"

...

...

Edgar said it was an uncommon wine.

But Urey didn’t taste the difference between it and inferior vodka.

So what if he had become the heir of the Typica Family?

Even if he owned a large amount of money and girls...he was still Urey, who didn’t receive enough education or know how to enjoy this precious wine and its unique lasting appeal...because he was not the real heir of the Typica Family.

Just now Edgar said the police had formally arrested Efim.

Based on the former cooperation between the Typica Family and Brubov, it was hard for Efim to redeem what he lost this time.

Maybe as a big player, it would be far more painful for Efim to stay in jail for the rest of his life rather than leaving this world soon.

Is it the time to celebrate?

Urey thought that... But he didn’t know why he couldn’t taste the flavor of such a precious and delicious wine.

"It’s really disgusting."

He shook his head and laughed... But he didn’t know what he should laugh at.

This ridiculous life?

The real and illusory wealth?

Or the short life?

Revenge...He managed to get his revenge but he didn’t seem to have a wonderful feeling.

Yes, there was no feeling that made him wild with joy or burst into laughter.

Urey subconsciously grabbed the brush next to him, and then casually mixed the pigments. He stood in front of the drawing board for a long time but drew nothing.

He suddenly found that... he didn’t know what he should draw.

At last, Urey suddenly waved his hand and heavily marked out a straight line on the paper with the paintbrush--- The paper seemed to be split up by this line.

He strongly broke the paintbrush on the ground.

"Ah--!!!!!!"

He then broke the drawing board.

He knelt on the ground, pulling his hair with hands and knocking his head on the floor, "Ah! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! "

He was crying.

...

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door. It was from Edgar, "Sir, are you OK?"

After a few moments of silence, Urey asked through the door.

"Sir, I have to tell you a message. Efim seems to have been rescued."

Edgar’s voice was a bit fast, "Although I think escaping is the best choice for Efim, but it is still possible for him to come for revenge while he is burning with anger... By the way, we still don’t know the identity of the person who saved him."

But just then, a loud gunshot suddenly rang through the manor...

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