48 Hours a Day

The southeastern city's big and small forces gather in this tavern today, and their heads are buzzing and looking lively.

However, Zhang Heng knew that the people who could really take the idea were not here, but were sitting on the second floor. They asked the middle-aged Jews to preside over the party. They listened quietly to the quarrel and noise downstairs and only made noise when they needed it. Their voices were the real ones, and they were also the ones Zhang Heng-Hope heard.

Middle-aged Jews sneer, “Mr. Lockheed, can you see it if you want to? ”

However, his voice just dropped when a young girl came down from the second floor and looked up at Zhang Heng, curious, "Are you the champion of the battle at the Flavi Circular Theatre, the mysterious Orientalist from a distant empire? ”

“Sounds like I'm right.” Zhang Heng nodded.

“There are rumours that you are an incarnation of a god, with wings, who can fly in the sky, but you don't seem to be any different from ordinary people.” Girls seem a little disappointed.

“In order not to scare my friends, I put my wings away. ”

The young girl laughed, “You men like to talk nonsense, but for your sake, come on up, Grandpa wants to see you. ”

“Respect is better than order.” Zhang Heng heard that he stood from his position and followed the girl to the second floor.

The middle-aged Jew's face was disgusting, but he knew the girl and knew it was Lockheed's decision, and the most important rule of being a member of the Jewish gang was never to question Lockheed's decision, so he shut his mouth and said nothing, only to send two people upstairs for the sake of respect.

The girl walked up to Zhang Heng's ear and whispered, "My grandfather hates dishonest people, so don't lie when you see him for a while. ”

“Thanks for the heads-up, but I've always liked to be honest.” Zhang Heng echoed.

“Well... I think we'll find out soon enough.” Young girl Guan 'er.

The two of them quickly climbed to the second floor. Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng had only four people on the big second floor.

Three of them sat at a long table on the throne, an elderly man in his early sixties, with typical Jewish looks, a short brown hair, but most of them had turned white, wide foreheads, hawk noses, deep eyelids, and sharp eyes that seemed to see through the hearts of all.

Needless to say, he should be the current head of the Jewish gang, Lockheed, and the most important figure in the southeastern city. Lockheed's rise is a living legend. He was born in an ordinary Jewish civilian family, his father died a long time ago, his mother had to start a skin business to feed his three children, and Lockheed, the eldest son, started making money a long time ago. He had been a thief, an apprentice in a blacksmith's shop, walked the streets to collect urine for the laundry room, and cleaned the sewer...

Anyway, he did everything he could to make money, and life didn't get better until he joined the Jewish gang at the age of sixteen, but then fate made a cruel joke about him, his mother and sister dying of the plague, and then his only brother died in the gang clashes.

And until the age of thirty, Lockheed was just a small, blind character in the Jewish gang, with five men at the most.

Then came the legendary World War I, when the Jewish leaders were betrayed by their own men, assassinated, fled all the way to the temple and there was no one around them, and Lockheed took his two brothers with him to collect money at the market in front of the temple.

The three of them protected the boss, who had lost his way, and no one knew how they stood several times over their enemies. When the next help arrived, they were all blood. Lockheed's two men could not even hold up until the doctor arrived. Only Lockheed carried them. Later, he was also appreciated by the then Jewish boss, who rose along the way, and finally succeeded in taking over the first power in the southeastern city after the latter's death.

All street kids in the Southeast Side look to Lockheed as an idol and hope to someday be able to spell out their career like Lockheed.

And on Lockheed's left is a Sikabri, almost his age, who is the boss of the Golden Crown, the second-largest power in Southwestern City, with lending and rental as the main income, less numerous than the Jewish Gang, but with too much wealth, and more than half of the real estate stores in Southwestern City belong to the Golden Crown.

Lockheed's right-hand side was a young man, unlike the two people around him, who looked very young, almost as big as Zhang Heng, with an innocent smile on his face, making him suspicious that he was just someone's family, but in fact he was the voice microphone of the third-largest force beehive in Southwestern City.

Nobody knows who the boss of the hive is, nobody knows exactly how many people the hive is, what the business is, the only thing to be sure is that the hive is the oldest force in the southwestern city, they are everywhere, anyone around you could be a hive person, even the Golden Crown and the Jews have a lot of hives, so nothing in the southwestern city can be hidden from the hive, and rumor has it that all the assassins in the southwestern city are related to the hive.

And the young man in this room is one of the few bright people in the hive, dedicated to communicating with the forces, and the microphone is what he calls himself.

As for the fourth person, instead of sitting at the table, he stood aside and poured wine for the three of you. It looked like a waiter in a tavern, but Zhang Heng's eyes stayed on him the longest, because Zhang Heng found himself a little blind to his strength.

No wonder the three of them sat on the second floor so big, and there were no extra escorts.

“Zhang Heng, recently in the southeastern city, no, it should be said that your name has been discussed all over Rome City,” the first person to ask was actually the beehive microphone, he smiled, "Two months ago you were a gladiator in the Victor arena, as soon as you were free, you started working for the Emperor, it is said that His Majesty valued you very much, when you were a gladiator, he went to you in a private interview, you naturally didn't want to mess up this first job.

“So as soon as you joined the patrol, you started doing things, first you forced iron cuffs and his men to do it to you, then you planted that thief called Soap to be your puppet, very smart, because the patrol's identity could not be directly annexed to digest those territories, otherwise it would have attracted our attention, and you were cautious, and you looked for five little gangsters you knew before, and you made a coalition of anti-patrols that could balance soap, and then you could take the opportunity to remove the instability in both forces, and then you expanded the patrol a lot.

“Your series of practices came to Mr. Lockheed's attention, and we extended an invitation to you, but unfortunately you went to your political ally, Clint, and then there was a rumor from the Senate that His Majesty the Emperor wanted to do something about the southeastern city. Am I right, by the way, you ate Focachabo this morning, honey with bread, and you didn't like bread because it was too old to bake. ”