When it came to these lowlife scum from the provinces, the Governor and the others refused to answer.
After getting cold-shouldered, that gloomy-faced man didn't mind at all; he just gave a sinister smile and stepped aside.
He didn't say anything, but Fatty still knew what he meant: that was the signal he could make a move.
"Oh? You two are still here!" With that voice, Bald and Old Hill also walked in.
The hotel instantly got lively.
The four big shots of Bordeaux Planet all turned up in this hotel at the same time.
The gloomy-faced guy and Fatty kept quiet, while the latecomers Bald and Old Hill wore squinty, smiling faces.
They were in a great mood. Even though they'd been a step slower, at least they'd caught this train in the end.
The four of them, plus Lord Governor, five in total, sat down on the sofas and began discussing the Flaming Firebird.
Credit where it's due, Old Hill was actually somewhat useful.
