Among the major forces on 315 Avenue, the tensions between RSIS and the slums are the most intense. Initially, it was just some minor business friction, but the resentment has grown deeper over time.

To the point of being on the brink of conflict.

He sometimes wondered if it was because Sister Ran’s sharp tongue offended the slum boss, making them particularly displeased with them.

In recent years, the influence of the slums has grown increasingly strong, even showing a tendency to overshadow other forces.

How could this be allowed?

RSIS was the first to disagree, so they tried every possible way to oppose the slums, which also led to RSIS having a weaker grasp on the slum’s situation.

Honestly, if he were the one in charge of the slums, and an opponent who always caused trouble shamelessly came asking for information, if he didn’t kick them out right away, it was out of his own good manners.

How shameless can they get?

They even dared to show up!

But of course, who are they?

Being shameless is RSIS’s consistent style.

So they didn’t need it.

–

After handling matters on this side, Su Ran had no plans to stay long and decided to return to the country that night.

After all, there was a pile of affairs waiting for her to deal with back home.

Meanwhile.

Country A.

By the time Ryan brought the news back, the batch of goods had already started being auctioned in the underground auction house.

With great fanfare, without any concealment.

"Are you saying that RSIS hijacked our goods?" The housekeeper looked at Ryan, who was clutching his chest and lying on the sofa, seemingly uninjured but barely alive, with a dark expression.

"Mm... hsss..." Ryan only let out a slight nasal sound, which made his chest ache. The RSIS group was too ruthless, and his body hadn’t recovered even now.

He was from the training camp, his body long hardened by countless trials, yet this situation was unprecedented for him.

"Why would RSIS hijack our goods? The Martin family has no past grievances with them."

He knew RSIS was at odds with Earl Claire, but they shouldn’t know that this batch was actually Earl Claire’s.

Aside from a few people, even Ryan, who was responsible for escorting it, didn’t know. He merely thought the cargo was too important, and that was why Earl Claire sent someone.

But how did they know?

Moreover, Ryan, who was one of the stronger ones in the training camp, had never been beaten to the point of being unable to get up before.

Ryan was still clutching his chest, speaking in a low voice to ease the pain, "I don’t know, but the RSIS people had a message for me to deliver."

"What message?"

"They said: Hopefully, the Martin family will enjoy this return gift."

Return gift?

The housekeeper frowned, "What return gift?"

Ryan shook his head, indicating he didn’t know what it meant, but...

"Do you remember the mercenary who ranked fifth on the international wanted list and once sought you out?"

The housekeeper paused and looked up at him, "What are you trying to say?"

Ryan lowered his eyes, "That person led the charge for RSIS this time."

The housekeeper suddenly stood from his seat, his face changing unpredictably, saying nothing.

That mercenary was the one Miss brought to teach someone a lesson. They were supposed to go to Paris; how did they end up at 315 Avenue and with RSIS to seize Martin family’s goods?

Were they coerced midway?

The housekeeper didn’t think further, for imagining Josie Martin wanting to punish someone who turned out to be the same person as RSIS’s leader was beyond his wildest imagination.

It seemed he needed to question that group of mercenaries.

"Why did you come back alone? Where are the others?" The housekeeper sat back down, thinking they had no deep hatred with RSIS. Although the reason for hijacking Martin family’s goods was unclear, they probably wouldn’t want to become enemies with them either.

So where were the others?

Maybe they were severely injured and being treated?

Considering even Ryan was badly hurt.

And where were those mercenaries?

Ryan was silent for two seconds before speaking, "The mercenaries were sent to the International Criminal Police Organization by RSIS, and our people... were sent to the Third Prince."

Ryan couldn’t figure out why RSIS would send their people to the Third Prince.

What did the Third Prince have to do with this?

However, the housekeeper’s face changed again, standing up abruptly, knocking over the coffee cup on the table in his haste. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Why didn’t you say so earlier."

He hurriedly left with an anxious expression, his silhouette hasty.

This was trouble!