Trafford's Trading Club
chapter-25-1

It was well known that the prisons in this country were so overcrowded.

If possible, the warden even hoped to ‘clean up’ some of the prisoners here. However, even if half the number were cleared, it would still be overcrowded.

There was too much society’s scumbag, trash, and pests…

The warden, who was enjoying dinner in his office, was in a bad mood at this time. He was considering picking out a few prisoners for his leisures so that he would feel better.

After all, only finding fun from the prisoners could bring some enjoyment in such a boring place—a place full of stench, noise, and death.

Suddenly, two bright lights shot in from the glass window on his side, making the warden’s eyes unable to open. At the same time, a phone call from the country’s central political power came directly.

“Immediately extract the following two prisoners. The escort has arrived.”

The phone was quickly hung up, and the warden also saw the source of the glare—the military helicopter!

What happened? How can this happen? Escorting two prisoners? They are notorious criminals.

“Bring me Bucky and Doflamingo immediately!”

Nevertheless, the warden arranged his prison guards immediately to extract these two guys from the tightly guarded prison.

Not only here, but the same situations also occurred in the other prisons on this hot summer night.

…

Rio Municipal Theater.

Song Haoran looked at the phone’s screen. Lluvia was filming the scene through video.

All the guests were under control at this time. They squatted under the stage, making the place crowded. This reminded Song Haoran of the country’s famous prisons.

Since he left the venue to reach out to his father, Song Haoran was lucky to escape the trouble, putting himself into a less passive situation. He would at least have more freedom as he stayed outside the eyes of this thug group.

“There is a bomb. Be careful. I will find a way.”

After sending a text message to Lluvia, Song Haoran began to think about what to do next.

This place had become dangerous. The thugs engaged in a gunfight with the police head-on. They had powerful explosives capable of blowing up the entire theater as deterrence. Of course, the explosives were the key to the situation.

There was no doubt that Song Haoran could leave this place safely with his skill. After all, he wasn’t trapped in the concert hall. However, it didn’t cross his mind to give up his two subordinates and abandon them.

Decades ago, his father traveled across the oceans and struggled a lot to lay the foundation today, relying on only a pair of blood-stained hands and friendship.

The camaraderie here worthed millions of gold.

The father had always taught him that if he wanted his subordinates to obey, he and his subordinates needed a solid trust to the point of entrusting each other with their lives.

All entrances to the concert hall were guarded, whether inside or outside the door. If there were any disturbances, many guns would retaliate severely.

“This is getting a bit difficult.” Song Haoran frowned.

Through Lluvia’s video, he naturally saw the occasional bullets shooting down from the VIP booth. It didn’t target a certain person present, but just random shots. But it was because of this behavior that Song Haoran understood the cruelty of these thugs.

They didn’t see any value in human life.

As for the outside of the theater, Song Haoran saw many police cars surrounding the area through the window. The emergency units had already been on standby long ago and tightly sealed off the theater.

The roads a little farther away were completely blocked off. The sound of the vehicle horns was like the city’s dissatisfaction at night.

“There seems to be a negotiation. I don’t know what the conditions are.” Song Haoran took a glance and then left silently. He planned to sneak in the backstage to see if he could get inside.

It was best to find the place where the bomb was installed.

Taking a deep breath, Song Haoran suddenly pressed his palm on his chest. His hand seemed to be grabbing something through his clothes.

It was a small, round, sun-shaped badge with ancient words engraved on it. He acquired it from his expedition. It was something he found in a hidden temple lay within the Amazon jungle.

Earlier, he was in a Spanish cuisine restaurant and told a compatriot who had known each other for less than one hour about jungle adventures. He told the young man about his encounter with a terrifying python, but he didn’t tell anyone else that he got this ancient and circular badge—or it would be more accurate to describe it as an emblem.

The Sun God Emblem. Since Song Haoran didn’t know the origin of this thing, he had named this item himself long ago.

Holding the Sun God Emblem in the palm of his hand, Song Haoran closed his eyes tightly. At this time, his mind seemed to be out of the body as if weightless. His soul seemed delighted, but his body was like a heavy shackle, giving him a sense of restraint.

The detached thought spread like a ripple, gradually spreading to the side of this theater.

This huge theater had also begun to be rebuilt in his mind. As a result, he ‘saw’ everything in the theater. That naturally included the thugs hiding in the dark and the horrifying items buried to blow up this place.

After a while, Song Haoran opened his eyes again. His forehead was already covered with sweat. At the same time, fatigue assaulted his body.

This Sun God Emblem gave him a unique perception ability, but at the same time, every use of it would exceedingly consume his physical strength and spirit. So Song Haoran didn’t dare to overuse it.

“There are seven bomb locations.” Song Haoran recalled the location of what he saw. “There are 23 thugs, and the leader is Roger…”

Regarding Roger, ordinary people might have forgotten it a long time ago or simply didn’t know about this person. However, Song Haoran, who was strayed in the dark side of this land, knew this person well.

In the ‘Iris’ archives, there was a special manual listing dangerous people in South America. Roger was one of them.

The son of the former capital’s military command center’s head. They could be considered the most powerful ‘gang’ in this country.

“A Senate President, guests from many countries, and many upper-class people in society are almost enough to use them as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the country.”

Song Haoran took off the jacket of his suit and folded up the sleeves of his suit. He stretched his neck, revealing a charming smile.

He liked adventure. This time, it was a great adventure.

…

“Buggy, Doflamingo, Moria, and Crocodile!” The old senate president looked at the lunatic in front of him with a solemn expression at this time.

He remembered who Roger was. There was once a gang leader named his gang in such an unscrupulous way as a ‘military command center!’ Roger was the gang leader’s son.

“The people you demanded have already been extracted from the prison.” The old senate president said quickly at this time, “But you should know that it takes time to send these people from different places. It is impossible to deliver the rest of them here in less than thirty minutes!”