It was night, the moon and stars were sparse.

Starry Mansion, in the luxuriously decorated study room.

Two core executives of the British Chapter of the Templars were having a heated discussion about Elison's death:

"Elliotson is dead and the analgesic potion has been discontinued!"

"Fry plans to leave all of London in the hands of the mob!"

"Perhaps he didn't intend to do anything. He just wanted to mess up our lives."

“Nursing homes are closed, the entire city’s health care system is in disarray, drug prices are skyrocketing, it’s total chaos!”

"He cannot understand the seriousness of his actions. This kind of person is simply an anarchist!"

Starry, who was sitting on the desk chair, listened to his men's speech without saying a word, as if thinking about something.

As the youngest son of the Starry family in the West End of London, Starry was able to stand out from several brothers and eventually became the boss of Starry Enterprises and a railway tycoon in London.

To a large extent, this is due to his personality charm and ability to disguise.

Born into a wealthy family, he learned to cover up his disdain with the smile and flattery on his face since he was a child. Then through practice and tempering, he became a master of controlling people's hearts.

Every move seems to have a deep meaning...

Pick up the tea spoon and add a spoonful of fine white sugar to the steaming cup of black tea in front of you.

After stirring evenly, Starry picked up the tea cup and interrupted his subordinates' incompetent rage:

"Gentlemen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the discussion stopped abruptly.

Everyone in the study turned their attention to the middle-aged man with a mustache behind the desk.

Starry took a sip of the black tea in the cup, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sweetness before speaking slowly:

"This cup of tea was transported here from India by ship, transferred to the port, and then sent to the factory for packaging. From there, it was delivered to my door by carriage, unpacked in my warehouse, brewed, and sent to

It's in my hands upstairs."

"All of the above are the fruits of the labor of the men and women who serve me. They are able to live, work, and survive because of the grace bestowed upon them by me, Crawford Starry.

They will work in my factory for the rest of their lives, and their children will repeat this process..."

After a pause, Starry frowned slightly, his eyes filled with contempt:

"And you come here to tell me about Jacob Frye? This insignificant boy claims to be an assassin?! You really disrespect this city that is busy day and night..."

"So, let's have tea and taste this miracle, this cup of tea!"

Obviously, Starry didn't take Jacob's trick seriously.

Seeing the boss's statement, the two senior members of the Templar Order stopped expressing their opinions.

At this moment, Lucy Thorne, dressed as a Templar, also walked into the study.

"Ah! Miss Lucy, you came just in time, let's have a cup of tea!"

Upon hearing Starry's invitation, she went straight to the side, picked up a cup of hot tea prepared by the servant, put it to her nose, smelled it, and then said:

"My research is coming to an end. Our dear London should not be disturbed for so long by these troublesome idiots..."

"I heard that you have been harassed by this sister for a while. What is her name? Miss Frye?"

"Miss Frye won't be the problem, it's just the Asian man next to her who may be the troublesome figure."

Hearing this, Starry couldn't help but move his hands. He seemed to be curious and asked:

"Asian? Do you have a name?"

"Mars, or Tyson, is the boss of an emerging gang. I heard he is very skilled."

Hearing the term "gang boss", Starry seemed to remember something, and the disgust in his eyes flashed away.

The curiosity in my heart also disappeared.

"We can just leave this kind of guy to Ross to deal with. There is no need to dirty our own hands..."

While speaking, Starry slowly stood up from his seat, clasped his hands behind his back, walked to the glass window behind him, looked at the city of London at night, and said in a deep voice:

"The stability of London is the only thing we care about. If anyone dares to stop us, there will only be one end..."

The chilling meaning in the words is self-evident.

...

While the Templars are trying to save the situation, the London Assassin Squad is also using its own way to save the people of London.

After learning from Nightingale that a large number of precious drugs were auctioned at high prices on the Lambeth black market, Lu Qi and Iwei went to the black market and participated in a masked auction in person.

At the auction, there are all kinds of strange and weird things.

Ivory products from India, silk from the Qing Dynasty, Japanese knives, and specialties from all over the world fully reflect the peak national power of the empire in the Victorian era, where the sun never sets.

However, this is not the focus of Lu Qi and Yiwei.

It wasn't until a batch of pharmaceutical raw materials that usually cost only a few pounds were wildly bid here, and the price soared, and finally reached fifteen pounds, that they truly realized how dark the heart of profiteers is!

Capital pursues profit. When the profit reaches five times, no capitalist can resist the temptation of money...

After the auction ended, the two men immediately left the black market and followed the buyer of the pharmaceutical raw materials to a large warehouse east of Lambeth.

There, they saw a large amount of medicines hoarded in the warehouse, as well as gangs of thugs guarding the inside and outside!

Then, after an in-depth investigation by the two of them, it was finally confirmed that the owner of the Lambeth Black Market was none other than the boss of the Lambeth District, Stern!

In other words, the mob gang used their power in Lambeth District to force the purchase of large quantities of drugs at low prices, and then sold the drugs at high prices through the black market platform to earn huge profits.

After the investigation was over and she returned to the train hideout, Evie was still a little aggrieved and couldn't help but cursed:

"Damn thugs! They should all go to hell!"

"That's fine. Now that we know that a large amount of medicines are stored there, as long as all the medicines in the warehouse flow into the market and all the counterfeit medicines on the market are destroyed, London's medical crisis will definitely be alleviated to a certain extent.

relief.”

"After this period of time, the supply of medicines in major London hospitals will return to normal..."

"The question is, what can be done so that thugs can sell drugs at low prices?"

Hearing this question, Lu Qi's eyes flashed with light and he answered in a deep voice:
Chapter completed!