The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 621: The Cold-hearted Thug

The sheep-horn mask is simple and exquisite, and its color is smoky gray.

It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and after the two horns curl over the top of the head and bend, they fall down to both sides like hair.

The other hound face is also exceptionally ferocious and realistic.

Plus these two thieves are very skilled...

There is already a lot of information.

'You can call me a thug, and the next one is a rabid dog.'

Ten minutes ago, he was beaten up by this 'mad dog'.

——He originally had the upper hand, and although every punch he threw missed, he managed to force the thin woman back.

Until he accidentally knocked the dark blue swaddling clothes out of her arms.

Thinking back on it now, my face and lower abdomen still hurt.

True to its name.

A mad dog.

"When did you start targeting my father?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "He is a well-known person in London, isn't he?"

The half-joking, half-sarcastic words did not attract the interest of the two robbers. The leader, Yang Jiao, just shook his head and said lightly: "...It has nothing to do with Mr. Chanderson's 'reputation'."

Philip Chandler was still not in good shape. He threw money into the sack and hummed a song.

"My father is not of sound mind, ladies. I beg you not to take his life."

"We just want money," Yang Jiao twisted the curly hair that fell to her ears, and the toes of her shoes tapped on the wooden board, making her voice a little hoarse from excessive squeezing. "Besides, I haven't heard of Mr. Chanderson's name on Red Street."

Philip Chandler puffed out his chest and said, "I rarely go to those cheap things."

"This is nothing to be proud of," the young man rubbed his head, "Why do you have to discuss such a topic with two robbers?"

Philip Chandler shrugged and glanced into the shadows.

detective…

With your level, you are at best a second-rate detective, son.

The reason why he was so relaxed was because he could tell at first sight that these two 'robber ladies' were definitely not the kind of maniacs who would kill people over a disagreement.

Although the leading 'Yang Jiao' has a street temperament, the girl behind her is not.

She has not yet lost the traces of training.

The maid's standing posture, her subconscious etiquette, and the way she addresses people and the carefully chosen words when speaking.

Although she spoke less, she couldn't stand Chandler's constant talking.

"Thugs and mad dogs. No gangster would give himself such a name. Ladies, you have the hearts of men." Chandler took out a pocket watch from the first drawer and threw it into the sack.

Yang Jiao misinterpreted Chanderson's meaning and said with some pride: "Just tell the police! But no one believes that two men would be robbed of their money by two women - you better be careful that it's reported in the latest newspapers..."

"'The Chandersons Robbed by a Woman'—how about that?"

Philip Chandlerson exclaimed: "That's a great plan, ma'am. How many times have you done this?"

"Five times."

"I haven't heard of it once. It seems that those 'gentlemen' all chose to conceal it, right?"

The woman raised her head. "Of course. Dignity is much more important than this little money, Mr. Chanderson."

Qian Desen was convinced: "You are a gang? It seems you even have a name?"

"Tea party." Yangjiao seemed to be waiting for him to ask this question and answered quickly.

"Tea Party?" Chanderson paused. "That doesn't sound like the name of a criminal gang. I thought they would be called Bloody Dagger, Wailing Twins, or something like that... I patronized a girl before, her nickname was 'Heavy'..."

"dad."

"Okay, I'll just say it casually..."

Qian Desen's words made Yang Jiao laugh so hard that he fell backwards.

She quite liked this funny old guy. Unlike the four families she had robbed before, he was full of morality and faith. After discovering that they were women, he started telling some beautiful dream stories about family angels - pretentious and annoying.

This Philip Chandler is not at all.

"You are unlike any unfortunate fellow I have ever seen, Mr. Chandlerson."

"Of course, at least you still call me 'sir', not some fat, ugly old thing," Chandler said as he threw the last few coats into the sack and tied them up. "But we still have something in common."

He was distressed.

“They are all unlucky.”

Yang Jiao shrank with laughter.

"This amount of money is nothing to you."

She spun the dagger around, put it back into its sheath, and quipped, "Everyone knows that Chandlerson is a rich man."

He picked up the sack, weighed it, handed it to the hound behind him, and said:
"I'm interested in your 'Chen Dian Dian'. Would you mind telling me where she works?"

As if he didn't realize what she meant, Qian Desen smiled and described the girl's characteristics, where she worked, and her mother's name.

“I wish you and your son good health.”

Yangjiao took the bag of apples from the bedside table, and left through the open wooden window with the woman behind him.

Countless expensive items were also taken away along the way.

"You actually chatted with those two hooligans. Are you interested in a woman?"

"They are not gangsters," Qian Desen rubbed his hands, leaned out the window and looked for a while, then closed the window tightly and pulled the curtains: "Those two don't often do this kind of work..."

He turned and looked at his son.

"Kingsley, I told you not to do it, didn't I? I warned you." Kingsley Chandler said with a wooden face.

The angular diamond face was covered with bruises.

"So I'm just supposed to watch them take away your property bit by bit while they step and dance?"

"This little money is nothing," Qian Desen disagreed. He slowly came to sit next to his son, tapping his knee with his index finger, and his smile gradually disappeared.

half an hour.

"That's the Ritualist, kid."

"…What?"

"Ritualist. Didn't you tell me that you saw one in Ince Town?" The fat man narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, "How come you can't see it now? We don't have to go against the ritualist..."

He paused.

"Call the police tomorrow, Kingsley."

Kingsley turned his head silently: "If I heard correctly, your last sentence was 'Don't go against the ritualists'."

"It's a favor, don't you hear? They want to be famous."

Chanderson shook his head.

His son loves the detective profession and has made some efforts for it - but in his opinion, Kingsley does not have such qualifications, or in other words, he is not the "top" outstanding person.

He might be a little clever and think of some ways to investigate and catch people, but if you are not a top-notch smart person, there is no need to get involved in this business.

So obscene.

Who would look up to a detective?
"You see, even though I have a bad reputation, everyone has to respect me at the banquet. Kingsley, do you have to do something worse than a wild dog?"

Kingsley frowned; "I thought we had a deal."

…………

……

"It's so exciting."

The girl biting the apple took out the pads on her shoulders and the cotton support on her chest and back, and lost weight as she walked.

Halida followed closely behind with the sack in her hand.

"Ms. Rose, that's right, that's right—"

"It's custom-made, I know." Rose waved her hand, wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth, turned her head and smiled: "From tomorrow on, you will go alone, I don't need these bulging things..."

She ignored the frightened "hound" behind her, stamped her feet, huffed, and kept muttering "excitement" in her mouth.

"I know that Kingsley."

"Who?"

"Kingsley Chandlerson. A friend I met when Roland and I were traveling - his last name was Chandlerson, incredible, he doesn't look like his father at all!"

The bouncing girl was in a happy mood, removing her mask and shaking her black curly hair.

"I bet he didn't recognize me, and he never will."

Halida was a little anxious: "Since, they are, friends..."

Rose disagreed: "What's wrong with friends? Friends and robbery are two different things. Robbery is robbery, and friends are friends. What's more, he didn't recognize me. If he didn't recognize me, it means he didn't rob me."

Halida: ...

"You say, is it exciting?"

The footsteps stopped, and the emerald green eyes suddenly approached.

Rose tiptoed and took off Halida's hound mask.

"Aren't the thorns irritating?"

Halida bit her lip and nodded imperceptibly.

“Hahahaha, I knew you would like it!” She put her hands behind her back, walked around Halida’s back, bypassed her sack, and hung the swaddling clothes around her waist, like a skinny monster that had drunk all the madness and was sated: “Courage starts with robbery. People in the West District are really boring, and it’s easy to run into ritualists.”

"If that old man hadn't just come back yesterday, I wouldn't have taken you there..."

"Wait a few days and then go to the East District to steal?"

"Those poor people who are dying to earn a little money. Go and steal their money."

Halida squeezed the rough sack in her hand and said, "…He is a poor man."

"Come on," Rose raised her lips in disdain, "Will the peacock spare you? Halida, if you don't want to do it, you are not suitable for the "Tea Party" - you don't think that Roland Collins and Cinder Kratov are good people, do you?"

"Or do you think the Tea Party is an organization that upholds justice?"

The girl faced the evening breeze and the silver moon, the gentle green in her eyes gradually solidified into two dark green animal eyes in Halida's eyes.

Halida's hair stood on end.

At this moment, Lillian Rose Vansittart and Chandel felt equally dangerous to her.

But one is as sharp as a knife, and the other is as vicious as venom.

"If you don't like it, just be a maid. I think this will satisfy him," Rose pouted, "If it weren't for that bitch, I wouldn't care about you... annoying..."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Halida hurriedly lowered her head and followed, her mind full of thoughts.

Roland...

Mr. Collins...

When will you come back?

(End of this chapter)