game traveler

Chapter 83

Following Bronte's younger brother, Rorschach stepped into the brightly lit mansion.

Compared with the Braithwaite family manor, this mansion is much more spacious and luxurious.

The interior decoration is also full of Rococo style colors, exquisite, delicate and prosperous.

Entering the door, you will be greeted by a quaint double-running staircase.

The stairs extended to both sides of the upper floor, and a black maid stood on the landing and smiled formulaically at them.

Bursts of laughter and melodious music faintly entered the ears through the glass windows.

"Gentlemen, this way please. Mr. Bronte is waiting for you on the second floor..."

Passing through the main hall, from the side staircase to the balcony on the second floor, Rorschach finally saw Bronte surrounded by younger brothers!

Just like the first time we met, Bronte was wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a cigar in his mouth, and he acted arrogantly as if he was a bully.

Seeing Rorschach, Bronte, who was sitting on the sofa, pretended to be very surprised, stood up quickly, and greeted him with open arms:
"Ha, my young friend, here you come!"

Seeing Bronte's enthusiastic attitude, Rorschach frowned slightly, then put on a smile, and shook hands with him:

"I'm glad you invited me to the party, it looks very nice."

Fighting acting skills, right?

I want to see what other tricks you can play...

Bronte was a little surprised by Rorschach's smiling face.

He didn't expect this young man to be so calm.

Especially after experiencing the seizure of his factory and the failure to ask to see the mayor, he was able to remain so indifferent.

However, when he thought of the deeds of this black-haired young man, Bronte's doubts turned into relief.

That's right, if you panic when something happens, this young man won't create such a big career with his own hands, and he won't be qualified to be targeted by him...

"You're welcome, gentlemen, and please make yourself at home as if you were at home."

After that, Bronte waved his hand casually.

A younger brother at the side picked up an exquisite flat wooden box and came to the front of the three of Rorschach.

When I opened it, I saw a row of well-made brown cigars neatly placed inside.

"Fine Cuban cigars, fresh from my cigar estate, taste them."

Picking up a cigar casually, Joe behind him took out a lighted match very conspicuously and handed it over.

After lighting the cigar and taking a puff, Rorschach closed his eyes and felt the thick nicotine of the tobacco, before commenting: "It tastes good."

"However, I prefer local cigarettes from Valentine."

Hearing this, Bronte frowned, and displeasure flashed across his face.

But soon he put on a smiling face again, turned to the younger brother beside him, and said in Italian:
"You lowbrow! He has no idea what he's smoking..."

As soon as these words came out, the younger brothers laughed very cooperatively.

Of course Rorschach heard this aboveboard ridicule and kept it in his heart.

For Bronte's clever little trick, he felt that this man was very pathetic.

Laugh!

The harder you laugh now, it doesn't mean you can have the last laugh...

Standing on the balcony, condescendingly inspecting the entire lively garden, Rorschach blinked and asked casually, "Mr. Bronte, are these all your friends?"

"Oh, not quite. But apparently they're all afraid of me."

"Like that one..."

Pointing to a man wearing a top hat and gold-rimmed glasses next to the garden fountain, Bronte introduced brazenly:

"That poor thing is the mayor!"

"Henry Lemieux, this is a man who can do anything for money."

After all, he continued to point to another male guest in military uniform: "That soldier is Alberto Fusar, a Spaniard who owns a sugar cane plantation on Guama Island..."

"And that one, Hobart Crowley, a Confederate major who fought in the Civil War..."

This introduction is obviously a drunkard's intention not to drink.

This is undoubtedly a kind of showing off and threat to show that he has a wide network and powerful influence!
The implication seems to be saying to Luo Xia: "These powerful people are afraid of me. What about you?"

And Rorschach's answer was also very simple and rude, directly interrupting the enthusiastic Bronte:
"Well, Mr. Bronte, let's not go around in circles. You know what I'm here for."

He was not in the mood to continue acting with Bronte, and chose to go straight to the point.

Hearing this, the smile on Bronte's face grew wider, "Oh, of course I know..."

After taking the glass wine glass handed over by his subordinates, he poured a sip into his mouth, and then he turned his head to look at Luo Xia, and said with a brazen smile:
"Yes, that's right. I asked the mayor to seal up your factory."

As soon as these words came out, Johnson on the side suddenly showed a belated astonishment.

As for Joe, with his paralyzed face, it seemed that no news could stir up any waves in his heart.

This is also one of the reasons why Rorschach chose him as his number one pony.

Getting the already known answer from Bronte, there was no ripple on Rorschach's face.

He just flicked the ashes of the cigar in his hand, then turned, looked at Bronte quietly, and said:

"Just because I didn't accept your investment?"

Facing Rorschach's question, Bronte just waved his hand, "No, no, do you think I did this for that little money?"

After a pause, he approached Rorschach, took a puff on the cigar, and exhaled the smoke on Rorschach's face:
"On the contrary, I'm just teaching you a very important life lesson. That is, in Saint-Denis, no one can refuse Mr. Bronte."

"Including these vulgar people below...and you!"

While speaking, the smile on Bronte's face has faded away, leaving only a sense of indifference.

It wasn't until this time that the underground emperor of St. Denis finally revealed his true intentions.

Yes, he is not for money, but to defend his authority!
The reason for the whole incident was that Bronte was very jealous when he saw that the sales of Phoenix brand bicycles were booming in major cities across Quanmi, and they were quite popular in Quanmi.

Especially the fact that Rorschach was unwilling to let him get a share made him even more unhappy.

You know, in Saint-Denis, no one dared to disobey his orders, not even the mayor.

He controls every inch of the city's streets, has many eyes and ears, and the police are just puppets under him.

He, Angelo Bronte, is the Emperor of Saint-Denis!

But now, there is a guy who dares to make money in his own territory without giving him a piece of the pie, it is simply not giving him face!

This is equivalent to challenging his supreme authority in this city!

(End of this chapter)