âYes, the bonds are in my possession.â
In a dimly lit hut, Orlando uttered these words to a gathering of Alfalfa Cityâs underground bosses.
By now, he knew that no matter how much he denied ever seeing those bonds, nobody would believe him anymore.
Since that was the case, Orlando decided to confess outright and prepared to make a big hit out of it!
His opening line immediately left the bosses gasping for air.
No one could remain calm faced with such immense wealth.
Orlandoâs eyes slowly swept over everyoneâs faces as he calculated his next move.
âSo, do you all want me to hand over the bonds to Capen?â he continued.
After a moment of silence, someone stepped forward and asked, âOrlando, what do you want?â
Orlando gave a faint smile. A trace of madness flashed in his eyes as he stirred up the crowd.
âLadies and gentlemen, why should we work ourselves to the bone for that little punk Capen? Heâs only been in Alfalfa City for a few years. As you all know, heâs nothing but a dog for the Easterners!
âSince these bonds have fallen into Alfalfa City, they are our wealth! But this old dog Capen wants to snatch away this wealth to please his master!
âCan you really bear such humiliation?â
Whether Orlando was just not good at instigating or he was dealing with a bunch of seasoned experts, his impassioned speech was met with some awkward silence.
After a moment of discomfort, someone finally broke the silence.
âOrlando, cut the crap. As long as you distribute those bonds among us, we will naturally help you deal with Capen.â
Of course, Orlando couldnât produce the bonds, but at this point, he had no other option.
So, his tone became particularly tough, and he immediately snorted, saying, âYou wish! If I distribute the bonds now, would you continue to help me? I bet youâd all disappear once you step out of this door.â
âAt least give us half first.â
âNot even half!â Orlando shot back without hesitation, âYou want a piece of the action without lifting a finger? Do you think Iâm an idiot?â
Orlandoâs insistence was misconstrued as firm resolve.
However, Orlando was also worried that he might have gone too far and angered these people. After all, none of them were pushovers.
So, he quickly added, âYou donât have to worry about me going back on my word. If I do, you can gang up on me just like you would on Capen.â
âYouâre a lot easier to deal with than Capen,â a boss joked.
There was also a hint of threat and warning in his tone.
Orlando, of course, got the hint. Despite his inner fear, he showed no sign of it and instead urged impatiently:
âWell, gentlemen, have you made up your minds? Will you continue to be Capenâs lapdogs? Or will you join me to drive this outsider out of Alfalfa City?â
The bosses of Alfalfa Cityâs underground force exchanged glances and finally reached a consensus.
âAlright! Orlando, letâs give Alfalfa City a new leader together!â
â¦
City Lordâs Mansion.
Quietly listening to the report of his son who had rushed back from the Red Maple Manor, Ronâs heart was sinking.
Indeed, even a smuggled caravan and a pile of priceless bonds could not change Count Anglerâs mind.
Ron paced anxiously around the room. A feeling of spiteful resentment that he had no way to vent accumulated in his chest, making him feel like a beast cornered into a dead-end.
Seeing his fatherâs loss of composure, Jason hastily opened his mouth again, âFather, on my way back, I had a sudden realization. Count Angler seems to have known that Alfalfa City would be in chaos.â
âWhat?â Ron stopped pacing, his gaze was fixed intently on his son.
Jason reorganized his thoughts, âWhen I was reporting to Count Angler about what happened in Alfalfa City at Red Maple Manor, he didnât look surprised at all. It was as if he knew it all along.
âSo, I am guessing that maybe the North Wind Business Association, and those priceless bonds, were all baits thrown out by Count Angler. He wanted to prompt the members of the Alfalfa Brotherhood to fight and even kill each other?â
Ronâs eyes lit up, immediately realizing that his sonâs guess could be very likely.
Excited, he paced back and forth in the room again, muttering to himself, âItâs possible⦠indeed, itâs possible!
What a clever move by the Count!
If the Alfalfa brotherhood is to self-destruct over those bonds, weâll get a chance to breathe, and even push things furtherâ¦â
Knock, knock, knock.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
âWhat is it?â
âMy lord, a gentleman from the North Wind Business Association wishes to see you.â
Ron furrowed his brows, then a thought struck him and his face lit up, hastily he said, âLet him in.â
Jason caught on too, saying, âFather, if our earlier suspicion is correct, this North Wind Business Association could also be a pawn of Count Angler!â
Ron nodded but warned, âStay quiet later. Iâll handle this person from the North Wind Business Association. After all, weâre only speculating right now. Perhaps they are only here to urge us to find the lost bonds.â
âYes, father.â
Not long after, a dignified middle-aged man was ushered in by the butler in front of Ron.
Looking at this man, Ron felt a flicker of recognition.
But this man was not the one who had filed a report with the North Wind Business Association a few days ago.
After the merchant respectfully performed his rites, Ron asked, âWhat is your name?â
âHonorable city lord, my name is Orlando.â
âOrlando?â Ron frowned, about to say how similar this name was to the infamous thief overlord in Alfalfa City, when he noticed that the merchant in front of him had removed his hat.
Then, he took off his own beard and the two moles on his left face.
âOrlando!â Ronâs hand tightened on the hilt of his sword at the waist, and he exclaimed in alarm.
Standing before him was not a businessman from the North Wind Business Association at all, but the overlord of thieves in Alfalfa City â Orlando!
âSorry, my lord, in order to meet you smoothly, I had to disguise myself,â Orlando said politely.
Long sword in hand, Jason held it to Orlandoâs throat.
But Orlando simply ignored it.
Ron squinted his eyes and studied his opponent for a while before he said to his son, âJason, donât be rude. This is not the Lute Clanâs hospitality.â
Only then did Jason sheath his sword, but he remained alert, watching Orlando closely.
âMr. Orlando, how did you deceive my butler?â Ron suddenly asked curiously.
Orlando chuckled lightly, pulled out a metal badge from his robe, and said, âWith my skills, stealing an identity badge of the North Wind Business Association is not difficult.â
âIndeed.â Ron nodded, âAfter all, youâve already stolen the most valuable thing from that caravan.â
However, this time Orlando slowly shook his head, his tone sincere, âMy lord, youâre wronging me. Stealing an identity badge is simple, but to pilfer the highly prized bonds from the merchant, heh, even I canât do that.â
âOh? Really?â Ron raised his eyebrows in disbelief at Orlandoâs words.
âYes, my lord. If I indeed had those bonds, do you think Iâd risk coming to see you?â
Ron fell silent, clearly contemplating the veracity of Orlandoâs statement.
After a while, he laughed noncommittally, and asked, âSo, Mr. Orlando, why did you come to see me?â
âMy lord, I came to warn you of something.â
âWhat?â
Orlando took a deep breath and said solemnly:
âThe Lute Clan is in grave danger!â