In the slightly cloudy eyes, the reflection of the [Sheep Deer Statue] showed two horns with fine textures, like fading into the depths of darkness.
Eight finger’s face first showed a montary pause, then a wave of visible elation, causing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes to bunch up.
Realizing that his subordinates were still standing in front of him watching, the boss of the Gray Badger Gang quickly suppressed the joy in his heart, tightened his face, and coughed twice:
"Cough, cough, are you sure this statue is clean in origin?"
"Speak clearly, don’t lie to !"
His tone suddenly turned exceedingly serious.
"This thing is not simple... whether it’s those two professionals just now, or any other Big Shot, if you provoke them, the entire Gray Badger Gang will have to cover for you!"
Hearing this, Iron Head’s previously playful expression also turned serious.
Daring not to conceal anything, he recounted to the other party his experiences at the [Iron Bucket Toad].
"The drunk man, nad ’Walker,’ used to do hard labor at the post station."
"His wife died from drinking dirty water, his son sells newspapers to support the family, and his little daughter is sick, lying in bed."
"Even a few friends from when he worked were scared off by borrowing money from him all the ti, having no background at all."
At this point, Iron Head couldn’t help but step forward two steps, leaning in to lower his voice:
"Boss, rest assured, I did it very cleanly, there will be no flaws, and even those brothers from the gang who were with at the ti have all had a good talk with them, and they are very tight-lipped."
"Like this kind of drunk, several die in the city every day, no one will care."
Upon hearing this, Eight finger’s expression beca much more relaxed.
Thinking for a mont, he still felt uneasy, pulled Iron Head over, and carefully advised:
"Alright, tonight you find two brothers, catch a few stray Grey skinned Rats and take them up."
"These rats have recently gotten greedy for anything, eating whatever they find."
"Dispose of the body, understand?"
Having climbed to a small leader, Iron Head certainly wasn’t stupid.
Before Eight finger finished his words, Iron Head already understood the aning.
Knowing what was ant, he nodded with understanding.
"No problem, boss, I’ll definitely handle it clean!"
It’s not that Eight finger was overly cautious, but this [Sheep Deer Statue] in his hand was truly too hot to handle.
What was said earlier was not alarmist, given the dangerous undercurrents among the city’s upper echelons, if the statue really involved any Big Shot, the entire Gray Badger Gang would be buried with it.
If not for his image being too conspicuous, fearing of outsmarting himself, Eight finger even wanted to handle it personally.
Carefully unwrapping the soft cloth covering it, he gently removed the statue.
Supporting it with his left hand and holding it with his right hand, not daring to use too much strength.
By the bright flas of the surrounding torches, he carefully examined the statue in his hand.
From top to bottom, repeatedly scanning it several tis.
The expression on his face appeared a bit strange.
Originating as an adventurer, later returning to Neum by a stroke of luck to establish the Gray Badger Gang, with uneducated thugs under him.
He obviously couldn’t appreciate this small, dull-grey unremarkable statue.
In Eight finger’s eyes, it wasn’t even as attractive as the cheap decorations on the tavern walls.
If not for knowing its current popularity among the city’s high-society people, he wouldn’t even want it for free.
But knowing that statues of this style are now being sought after by those noble gentlen and the Big Shots who have obtained a Professional Level...
Eight finger’s ambitions were stirring.
Coincidentally, with the annual "Moon Feast" coming up, the West City District, where the [Moon Maiden] "Serenne" Moon God Church is located, would also hold many high-end banquets in celebration.
At that ti, whether the priests in the church or those gold-and-silver-draped noble gentlen, or even the wealthy rchants with bulging bellies, would appear at the banquets.
For this, through various channels, he spent countless Gold Coins, close to half a year’s preparation, and managed to get a ticket to one of the banquets with the help of a fallen aristocrat.
Originally planning to gather so money from the brothers in the gang, plus the gift money he specially prepared, to see if he could latch on to one of those personalities.
Now, with the statue in hand, things seem much simpler.
If he could seize this opportunity to present the statue to so Big Shot and utilize it well, even if he couldn’t make a lot of money, the influence of the Gray Badger Gang he founded could expand a bit more.
Maybe, he could even grab so quick-money businesses like casinos.
Then they wouldn’t have to hide like rats in the dark sewer with the brothers of the gang.
Thinking of this, even trying to maintain his gang leader’s dignity, Eight finger couldn’t help but show a hint of joy on his face.
He smiled and reached out to pat Iron Head on the shoulder, praising:
"Hmm, you did well this ti."
"Let’s not talk about other things for now, after the Moon Feast, I’ll give you a few Gold Coins, go and enjoy yourself for a few days."
Not knowing the actual value of the wooden sculpture, Iron Head simply rembered it because the boss had ntioned it before. Listening to the usually stern Eight finger saying this, he couldn’t help but scratch his head, showing a few seconds of foolish laughter.
"Alas, I’m still getting old, even struggling to handle a few small rats."
Eight finger deliberately rubbed his shoulder, hinting:
"When I retire in the future, the Gray Badger Gang will have to be handed over to capable young folks like you, only then can I rest assured."
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