Trafford’s Trading Club

The inhabitants of this place have always called it paradise —— because this is the ideal country.

And on the other side of the mountain is the place where the followers of the Lord will be able to dwell. They hoped that their future would be one of the favourites.

Likewise, because only identified people can live on the island, they do not know that there are many huge buildings on the other side of the mountain - buildings they have never seen before - hidden underground.

Here, there is also a figure called the head of the meeting, who manages this‘ paradise ’together.

Starting with the upside down, then the priestess, the tower, the restraint, the pope, the wheel of destiny, and so on, gathered again in the name of the Tarot.

This is the gathering that has taken place since the last command of the overall lurking… so many people with the name of Taro.

“Gentlemen, we have lost contact with Cook.” The fool slowly said that there was only one simple pattern on the screen belonging to the fool, a man wearing funny clothes and holding white roses.

“Cook... shouldn't he be on standby? Where's Airyu? ”

“We can't reach him either.” The fool calmly said: "But considering that even Cook is missing, it can be assumed that Aiyan has betrayed the contract. ”

“Cook is very careful, and we also secretly give orders to keep tabs on each other...”

The fool suddenly said, "Remember when we lost that shipment a few months ago and Scorpion was‘ visited '? ”

This place suddenly silenced down.

“Coincidentally, Cook and Xiangliu are in the same city," said the fool. "What do you think? ”

At this point, a voice slowly said: "First of all, find out if Cook is alive or dead, until the original decision is maintained to suspend activities around the world… There is also one other thing that has destroyed many of our peripheral organizations, and it is clear that we are being confronted. ”

“Is that the guy code-named Avenger?” Another voice, the one named Pope, "I know about this, priestess, you're in charge of intelligence, haven't you figured out the origin of this avenger? ”

“Avengers are currently concentrated in the Middle East," said the priestess. Based on the description of the Avengers in the Survival Report, I presume that the Avengers are most likely Jessica, who has been missing for some time. ”

“It's her...”

“Turns out it's her...”

“Can Jessica destroy our peripheral organization by herself? Or has she really gone to Interpol? Since her last betrayal, our lurkers have been secretly disposed of...”

The priestess looked at many people and said softly, "No, she should be alone. According to the survivors, the Avengers are probably also in control of the use of electricity… this is the only photograph. ”

On the screen of the priestess, a picture that was not very clear appeared.

In this image, a woman in a black skinny leather coat opened her hands and some blue and purple arcs wrapped around it… while many people fell on the ground.

“Well... could Jessica have joined a new human development program before?” Suddenly there was another sound.

"Without her, according to the data, she should belong to someone with no potential," said the fool. "Well, there's one other thing that Scorpion got from Jessica's phone. ”

“She bought the ability. ”

“This is the only possibility… the club! ”

“But we do not know if and how strong this capability will grow. ”

“Avengers cannot be allowed to disrupt our peripheral organizations I suggest using the power of the referee to remove the factors of instability. ”

“Attachment! ”

“Attachment! ”

“In addition, someone needs to be sent to that city to find out what happened to Cook and Xiangliu. According to news reports, there was a crater overnight and a floral vision… which should not be a natural anomaly. ”

“Who's going? ”

“Let… the one who inherited Nero's name go. ”

“Attached. ”

It's quiet here again.

……

……

Before nightfall, the club with its luxurious doors naturally didn't open. But there are already employees busy in there, getting ready for business at night.

For example, the manager of the nightclub: Manager Dai.

Manager Dai is counting the money, one at a time, carefully.

Finally, Manager Dai knocked a stack of three grand neatly on the table and pushed it out, "Come on, five grand, a few pieces, you dot. ”

“No, I can trust that.” Five thousand yuan, Hung Guan smiled, also with a little gratitude.

It's common for a singer like him who works in a nightclub not to get paid. Some nightclub owners even end up pressing prices, converting all kinds of fees... and not even relying on accounts.

“You said so yourself.” Manager Dai said softly: “If you don't order, I won't admit it if there's a child missing from the house. ”

“Okay, no problem.” Hung Guan nodded, “Then I nod...”

Hung Guan lit up the money and suddenly asked: "By the way, Manager Dai, have you seen the process these past two days? ”

“The boy!” Manager Dai shook his head and sighed: “I'd like to, but I haven't. I'm not answering your phone. ”

“Manager Dai... what can I do for you?” Hung Guan looked slightly worried: "Is it him? Is something wrong? ”

After that night, they were in a state of disarray, I'm afraid. Hung Kuan tried to contact Cheng, but no one was found.

He also wondered that he had received money today and borrowed money for a trip home.

“Nothing more.” Manager Dai shook his head: “But if you can find him, just think of it as a favor and let me know... Well, you tell him I still want to invite him back on stage! ”

“On stage?” Hung Guan was stunned. "Didn't you almost let him screw up the stage last time? ”

“Don't you know? ”

Manager Dai was stunned: “That night the boy came back again. He played the guitar on stage and sang, I dropped my mother's kiss. The scene exploded like explosives. My guests, they're all HIGH! ”

“And this kind of thing?” Hung Guan heard something incredible.

I'm afraid he knows Cheng well enough to know that Cheng can also detonate the whole scene by singing his own song, which he really can't believe.

Could it be? It's that time of year. People who drink almost as much wine, listen to everything.

“Why would I lie to you? ”

Manager Dai shrugged: “Isn't he your brother? You should know better than I do... by the way, you better find him! Don't worry, I won't lose your share! ”

Hung Guan didn't say anything and left with doubt through the back door of the nightclub.

He just walked in the alley, like he was stepping on something, and he stopped and looked down... it was a sign.

A brand worn on the necklace.

Hung Kuan picked it up and wiped it off with his hands... this is the brand Cheng also carried. Hung Guan did not mistakenly admit that he was carrying a piece with him.

Hung Guan took his brand out of his collar, one hand at a time, and he fell silent.

This is what they had when they were forming the band.

Say, these brands are their symbols.

“Also...”

But he found that he didn't seem to have much of a position, after all... it was himself who took the initiative to leave. Hung Guan shook his head and sighed. Today... I'm not in the mood to go home, so go to the hospital to see my wife.

……

His wife, Kim Ziyao, met him when he sang in the night club.

She's just a college student, and she doesn't know if she's been hit by a bowling technique, but she falls in love with this poor kid, falls in love, and gets certified... and doesn't even have a winery.

In the last few years of marriage, it was just a small rented house.

Not pretty, but the woman who made Hung Guan willing to return to reality to give up her illusory dreams, honestly seeking a job to support her family.

The hospital ward —— of course, the mass ward -- was opened, and several people shared it. Hung Guan cautiously feared waking another pregnant woman to her wife's bed.

Wife is knitting something, like a sweater.

“Didn't I tell you not to get all worked up about this?” Hung Guan sat down, frowned and said ‘unhappily’.

“Anyway, idle.” Kim Xiaoyao, his wife, laughed too: "Did you get paid today? ”

Hung Guan nodded: “Well, it went well this time. Now, let's wait safely for the baby to be born! ”

He touched his wife Kim Xiaoyao's belly and smiled silly.

Jin Ziyao suddenly said: “Hung Guan, is there something you haven't told me? ”

“No?” Hung Guan stunned: “Is there anything else I can hide from your golden eyes? I can't hide it all my life. ”

“Know poverty. ”

Jin Xiaoyao flipped her white eyes and took a book out of the drawer of the bedside table... it should be a magazine, she opened it in front of Hung Guan, smiling: “What is this? ”

Hung Guan stunned and looked unconsciously.

It was published in an entertainment magazine, a story about a novel star coming out, and Hung Guan was among the newcomers to see a face he couldn't get familiar with.

Cheng too!

Nova's out!

“Your buddy's finally out! Why didn't you tell me the first time you were so happy? ”

“I…” Hung Guanton said, “I'm not afraid of you getting excited and touching the tire? ”

“Is that another way of saying it? ”

Jin Ziyao glanced at him again. “But, you're a tough brother, and you're getting ahead of yourself. By the way, how did he get it? Weren't you at some sort of show... hmm! Did you sneak in behind my back too, and then you missed the election, so you wouldn't dare tell me? Right!”

Hung Guan's mood is a little complicated, but it doesn't explain anything. He just subconsciously said: "What if it is? If he did, and I didn't, would you find me useless as a husband? ”

Jin Ziyao stared at Hung Guan for a long time before suddenly asking: “Am I hungry? ”

“I don't suppose so? ”

“I don't even have a hospital bed? ”

“Yes, I can't let you lose your bed selling blood! ”

“Will you make me grieve? ”

“No!”

“Then who says you're useless? ”

Jin Ziyao gently hugged Hung Guan, “I know that you will also have a glowing fever. Me, if you can't starve me and the next child, you'll wait quietly. ”

Hongguan's nose is acid.

That dream... how much more is it worth in front of this woman?