They all call me an Outer God.

"Mafia?" After hearing this word, Ria lowered her head and looked thoughtful.

"From the looks of you, you don't even know what the Mafia is."

Kraden showed a moment of pride when he mentioned this word. After finally talking about his own field, the man's tone became a little arrogant.

“You should also know that we are called the incarnations of the Famine Knight, but we appeared before the awakening of Famine.

About forty-five years ago, a wave of immigrants from the Mafia poured into Enders and quickly dominated the underground forces of Enders. They conducted a series of invisible transactions, such as assassination warrants, sex trade, and drug sales. Then, the black merchants who were extraordinary people immediately set their sights on this rare opportunity. "

With their extraordinary status, they can completely intervene in this market, control underground transactions through the invisible hand, and thus make themselves the biggest beneficiaries.

As a result, black businessmen outside the organization united together to invest in this gray trade and set up their own unique mafia organization.

In the beginning, when its members accepted murder commissions or other commissions, they would leave a black palm mark for fun.

Over time, the extraordinary mafia organization in Endles was called the "Black Hand". In essence, these people controlled a considerable part of Endles' economic network, and the members of the Order Association were unable to completely eradicate them.

Whenever the economy is in chaos, one can always detect the shadow of black business activities.

However, as James initially said to Leah, the black marketeers are a group of smart people, a group of cunning old foxes.

Never believe anything they say. The best way is to communicate with them using money and win their hearts and minds.

Hearing this, Riya probably thought that the incarnation of famine was different from the incarnation in the traditional sense. The culprits who created [famine] in the world could be called its incarnations, and among these people, [black businessmen] were the most prominent.

Taking back the greedy nature of black market traders is like taking back the power of famine. However, greed is like the life of black market traders. It is not so easy to do it.

"This knight is inherently more difficult than I thought, but he doesn't seem like a representative of the black market meme."

The black marketeer, after all this trouble, it turns out that he has hit his hometown.

Riya sighed slightly in his heart. He had seen official black market traders before. Those people looked very normal and their greedy nature could be restrained. But it was hard to say about wild black market traders. Without the protection of the epidemic doctor, every black market trader was struggling in the mud of money, and it was estimated that none of them would be easy to deal with.

"Take me to see them. I have something to say to the leader."

After saying this, Riya walked towards the door of the restaurant, but as soon as she walked out, she suddenly realized something and turned to look at the wall beside her.

A pure black handprint appeared above, and next to the handprint was a wanted poster with a portrait of Ria drawn on it.

[Wanted Person: Lia Kercha, dead or injured]

[Reward: 900]

[Unit: Gold Coin]

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... one hundred million!?"

Kraden was still staring at the string of densely packed zeros and counting them. The more he counted, the more shocked he became.

"Nine...Nine hundred million gold coins!?"

He looked at the wanted poster and then at Riya, and was now stunned. What surprised him even more was that the wanted poster had been posted everywhere in the streets and alleys without anyone knowing when.

With the help of extraordinary means, all of this is not difficult to accomplish. These wanted warrants are harmless to Riya. They only represent the provocation of the instigator. He seems to be telling Riya clearly that the Black Hand does not take him seriously.

[We already know your identity, and we have all your information in our hands] [In the eyes of black marketeers, everyone is like a blank piece of paper filled with words. Identity privacy? As long as you use money, nothing can't be bought]

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency..."

Kraden felt as if he felt a cold wind piercing his spine. It was okay for the Black Hand's people to provoke Leah, but he was still here. What if this person had a bad temper? He would be suspected of being a traitor and be killed on the spot.

However, the young man next to him just stared at his wanted poster in silence. Just when Kraden thought he was going to say something, Riya suddenly spoke.

"I didn't expect that I have become so valuable."

"what?"

"Tell me, if I reveal the wanted warrant and turn myself in, will they give me 900 million?"

"Don't joke like that. Now is not the time to joke."

Kraden felt like he was about to cry, but the person next to him suddenly hammered his hand, as if he had come up with a good idea.

He watched Riya pull out a stack of white paper from the shadows and then asked him, "What's your boss' name?"

Kraden was dumbfounded, he didn't understand what Ria was trying to do, but he was a man of principles. The members of the Black Hand were like a family, and since they joined, they swore in front of the flag that they would never betray their family.

So the next second, the man's face turned cold and he moved closer to Liya: "Our boss said..."

Riya silently pulled out a wad of gold banknotes from his pocket.

"Family never abandons family..."

Riya took out three stacks.

"I am not that kind of person. I have my own principles—"

"Snapped!"

Several deep black tentacles brought out a half-person-high suitcase from the shadows and opened it. The golden light inside almost blinded Kraden's eyes.

Kraden's face turned even colder, as if he was insulted and angry. His breathing became heavier and his face turned red. "Fuck the principles. Our leader is Sofia Miller, sir."

"Not only can I provide his name, I also know which school his daughter attends and which grade. I also know which advertising brands his eighth wife has endorsed. Do you need any more information?"

Kraden spoke with gritted teeth, but his eyes never moved away from the things emitting golden light.

"Your information is very specific. It seems that you have made many decisions to backstab. As the saying goes, a mafia that doesn't want to be a parent is not a good mafia."

Riya admired Kraden's good trade spirit very much, and just as the man was about to pounce on the gold, the tentacles closed the suitcases with a "snap" and slowly dragged them back into the bottomless shadows.

“Gold!!!”

Kraden's eyes widened, while Riya smiled and said, "Those things are exhibits, just look at them to satisfy your eyes."

"The information you provided me just now can be used as exhibition expenses. Isn't it a fair deal?"

(End of this chapter)