Trafford's Trading Club

As they turned to Anna, she opened her mouth subconsciously, "Is it you...who saved my life?"

But as soon as she said the sentence, she suddenly stopped and showed a surprised look--- Anna found her voice was like the sound of the wind that went through broken glass.

A hoarse, broken voice. Some syllables had even been directly distorted into meaningless sound.

It had her touch her throat subconsciously.

"I, I, I ..." Anna tried to integrate her speech, but seemingly it didn’t work.

Finally, she heard an incredible answer.

"I think Miss Anna should stop trying," The man with an east face said slowly, "We arrived the moment you called; however, your situation was terrible then."

Luo Qiu tried to explain it to Anna, "To be honest, Miss Anna’s throat was broken and was dying at that time... well, we could only keep you in this kind of state for now."

Anna opened his mouth,; it seemed hard for her to understand Luo Qiu’s explanation.

So, Luo Qiu had to talk in more simple words, "That means you’ll die right away when you are released from this state."

Anna didn’t know what the so-called state was, but she felt her neck by touching it.

The bones had been broken. In others’ view, it might be a very weird appearance.

She kept silent for a long time, then squeezed out her voice hard, "How...how... long."

Luo Qiu said indifferently, "Of course, not too long. You’re in the trading protection mechanism, so you can be maintained in the current situation; but if the delay is too long, it will disappear automatically. For keeping you in the current status, we also need a certain amount of energy. Since Ms. Anna woke up, we can give you some time to consider... then, how about half an hour? By the way, Miss Anna will be completely dead after half an hour, so we estimate that... you’ll probably not pay any other thing as the transaction fee, which is more valuable than your... soul."

Anna fell silence as hearing it. She moved forward for a few steps, walking by Luo Qiu and You Ye, and coming to the place that was closest to the river.

She was staring out of the night scene of the opposite riverbank.

When there were only five minutes left, she turned around slowly, and looked at the young man silently.

She still didn’t speak... but since she experienced such a magical scene, she felt that this person might read her thoughts.

The club boss was still abiding by the obligation of guiding customers. Luo Qiu said slowly, "Is it good? Miss Anna, I can tell you that any question will cost part of your transaction fee. And they’ll reduce the price of the transaction fee you hold--- which means the purchasing power will be decreased. Are you sure you still need this part?"

Anna nodded silently.

"I see." Boss Luo gave a brief answer too, "We rescued Mr. Urey, and the permission to employ the power of the Typica Family was also authorized by us."

A trace of depression suddenly flashed across Anna’s eyes. She seemed to have guessed the final answer ... but her look was still full of desire.

She chose to continue listening.

"The trade Mr. Urey deals with us is..."

Luo Qiu gently said, "He hopes to get the power of revenge. After paying his transaction fee, he only has one month;s worth of lifespan. Now, his remaining life is about 27 days."

Anna finally closed her eyes and took deep breaths... it was her instinct, even if she clearly sensed that the air was blocked at her neck.

This made her more uncomfortable.

But her tear ducts still worked... Finally, when she opened her eyes again, her gaze surrounded by moisture turned dull.

At last, she showed show smile, but it was uglier than crying. She said with strong resentment, in a hoarse, broken voice like an old witch, "You...should...not... exist..."

Luo Qiu said indifferently, "I’ve deducted the expense of this. What else does Miss Anna need?"

At the very last, Anna opened her mouth with difficulty, "Let ...me ... see ... the... last..."

"As you wish," Luo Qiu smiled, "My customer."

...

...

It was after the midnight.

This was probably the most difficult night for Efim to fall asleep among recent years. He wore the nightgown and sat in the cold living room, while playing with the knife in his hand.

The knife was like his lucky charm--- it played a key role in the history of making his way.

That year, he was 14, and killed a person for the first time.

He felt uneasy.

He’d rather believe that his current sense of unstableness had started from that year, rather than because of the situation nowadays.

That was because it meant things were not under his control, which was also denying his ability.

Efim picked up the landline phone next to him; after a second, he heard an exhausted voice.

"Hey old friend, you seemed to have contacted me the day before yesterday. So is there anything that is making you so hardworking?"

Efim slowly asked, "Do you know a man called Victor? Is he your subordinate?"

"Victor?" the person on the other side appeared to be surprised and questioned closely, "Yes, he is... why, did he offend you?"

Efim said indifferently, "Nothing, but my follower told me that a man called Victor made a lot of trouble these days and brought some bad influences to my business."

"Oh did he..." The other side heaved a sigh, "Maybe because of the recent case. Dude, he’s a workaholic. Believe me, he isn’t aiming at you, he may just be going crazy to seek for some clues. You know, the theft of that painting gave a bad influence. Even I’m under much pressure. But don’t worry, I’ll find a way to punish Victor after it finishes. Just wait until this thing is over, I will find a way to deal with Victor. This guy is a rebel and arrogant."

Efim Suddenly said, "Oh? Do you mean, the boss of the police station cannot even remove a common policeman?"

"I can’t help it, Victor is an experienced guy and has a national-level medal, it’s not easy to cut him off. Besides, I’ve met... well, some little troubles, and I don’t want to make more trouble at this time... but old friend, you should have a lot of connections. Can’t you get any information about the painting? I think you should be able to help me."

Efim narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don’t worry, friend, I don’t want to see your situation turn worse. I’ll let my guys pay attention to this issue these days, and notify you if I got some clues."

"Thanks."

"We are good partners."

Efim then hanged up the call. When he put down the phone, he also stabbed the knife on the table and sneered, "Looks like this dude is useless ..."

So he picked up the phone again.

...

...

His wife was still in the suburban holiday house.

When Victor came back at midnight, he made a phone call with his wife... It was almost the easiest moment for Victor these days.

He quietly lay in bed in his downtown apartment, and looked at the ceiling... Suddenly, the phone rang.

It was a strange number.

But apparently, the voice coming from the phone was familiar.

"Mr. Victor, it’s me."

It was Efim’s voice. "I think it’s necessary for us to have a thorough talk. Are you available tomorrow?"