I thought those four foreigners were tough guys and it wouldn't be easy to extract information from them, but they immediately confessed after being splashed with water.

Although their accent was strong and not standard, and their description was confused and illogical, it was clear to Miss Rengatsu what they meant.

They were probably sent by their boss to wait for someone, but they were unsure if Gussy was the person they were waiting for, so when the car approached, they "tested" with bullets - actually, they had no ill intentions.

After hearing this, Rengatsu smiled and said to the man in the middle who seemed to be the leader, "Your 'welcome ritual' is really unique, almost made us leave. To be honest, who sent you? What is your purpose?"

After speaking, Rengatsu exchanged a look with Ma Youcai. Little Ma understood and put on a fierce look, pointing his gun at the leader.

"Sincerely apologize to the two gentlemen and ladies, we really have no ill intentions... It's because Ba Yan is ignorant, he broke your glass!"

Before the leader could respond, the curly-haired young man on the far right exploded, "Damn it! It wasn't me! All my bullets went into your mother's ass, Charles!"

"Hey, Ba Yan, there's nothing embarrassing about admitting your mistake. Blaming others will only disappoint people."

The curly-haired young man angrily said, "I shouldn't have come with you three idiots. You guys have made my life miserable!"

The man on the left with a scar on his face glared at the curly-haired man, "Go back into your mother's womb, you scum! How come you haven't been fired by the boss yet!"

The tall and thin man sandwiched between Charles and the curly-haired man remained silent, only squinting his eyes and observing the surroundings, seeming to be contemplating an escape plan.

It seems that the relationships among these people are not great, and they quickly started to argue, cursing each other with various slang words. If they weren't all tied up, they would probably start fighting.

"Bang!"

Ma Youcai fired a shot into the air.

The atmosphere became quiet.

Everyone looked at Ma Youcai, his expression solemn. However... it only lasted for three seconds, and Ma Youcai soon showed a painful expression, gritting his teeth.

"Ouch... it hurts... damn, my wrist is numb."

"Maybe your posture is wrong..." Rengatsu felt speechless. Taking this opportunity, she looked at the four-person group who had returned to a quiet state and focused her gaze on the leader, asking, "Your name is Charles, right? I'll ask a question, you answer. The others don't interrupt, try to cooperate with my investigation, otherwise, I can't guarantee that my partner won't shoot at you."

"Okay, I'll say everything!"

...

Although Rengatsu didn't have Xu Fang's ability to see through lies at a glance, she could still tell if someone was lying. First, she observed their microexpressions, then repeatedly asked about details, and finally changed perspectives to repeat previous questions. After twenty minutes of interrogation, Rengatsu finally understood the whole story.

The leader of the four-person group is named Herbert Berlin. He is the boss of Boston's largest underground commodity bidding and trading organization, which means he is involved in the underworld. Someone instructed Herbert to receive guests, so he sent the four-person group, but according to the local gang "customs," when receiving unfamiliar friends, regardless of who they are, they must first show some force, shooting a bunch of bullets beforehand, and afterwards, everyone becomes good buddies.

But the curly-haired youth, Ba Yan, was not good at shooting and almost injured Ma Youcai, leading to the misunderstanding.

At this moment, Gussy, who had finished the business, got out of the car. "Is the questioning over?"

Rengatsu nodded and went to Gussy's side, asking in a low voice, "I want to ask, did Xu Fang recruit the boss of the underground auction?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Judging by your appearance, did you already know someone would come to pick you up?"

"I thought Herbert would come in person." Gussy added, "By the way, that person does underground business, and all the black markets in Boston are under Lanard's control, so Herbert can be considered as Lanard's little brother. Even Lanard has to listen to us, but his little brother doesn't know the rules. It seems we have been underestimated, hmph..."

As she finished speaking, Gussy's gaze became sharp, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.Intuition told Rengatsu and Ma Youcai that the person named Gussy was in trouble. Since Gussy mentioned "the source of wool comes from the sheep," Rengatsu had already figured out their source of funds, and the suitable candidate had emerged - Lanard. Xu Fang had left early, probably to clear the way, allowing Gussy's path to be unobstructed.

What Xu Fang had gone to do, Rengatsu did not know.

Gussy came in front of the four of them and said, "Take me to your boss."

The four of them instinctively tightened their necks, feeling a slight pain in their cervical vertebrae. "Of course, of course."

Gussy untied the ropes from the four of them and got into Charles' car. Rengatsu and Ma Youcai followed behind, heading towards the underground auction house.

...

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the group arrived at the upscale reception room of a building in Kenmore District and met the boss, Herbert.

Herbert was a middle-aged Caucasian man. He was dressed in a neat dark suit and was thin. He had deep eye sockets and several scar-like wrinkles on his face, but he didn't look scary. Since meeting the guests, he had been smiling kindly like a gentle old man living a comfortable life. No one would associate him with a wealthy black market boss if it weren't for the muscular bodyguards standing behind him.

"Boss, sorry, we brought the person back..." The leader stuttered and didn't know what to say. The people beside him all lowered their heads, afraid to look at their superior.

"Why apologize? Charles, you did well." Herbert smiled and said, "The four of you can rest. You still have a chance. Do better next time."

Charles understood the hidden meaning in the boss's words. He felt a chill down his spine and nodded quickly, "Okay, thank you, boss."

Then he hurriedly left with his companions.

"You two can sit down, don't stand behind me like bodyguards." Gussy sat across from Herbert in a very arrogant manner. If the table weren't too high, it would probably put his feet on it.

Rengatsu shook his head helplessly and sat down next to Gussy.

Ma Youcai did the same, but he was a bit hesitant - should he remain silent or be as arrogant as Gussy? Well, better stay silent and not steal the limelight from the boss, no, His Highness Gussy.

Herbert coldly observed the three people in front of him. Obviously, the delicate-looking girl who didn't seem human was the leader.

He couldn't help but wonder who these people really were.

A few hours ago, Herbert received a call from Lanard.

Lanard was a big shot who controlled the lifeline of all underground businessmen. Gambling, drugs, arms, and other underground businesses all fell under his control. Even the police had to give him some face. His backstage connections were surprisingly strong.

Herbert had a shallow relationship with Lanard in the past, so he received some care from him - as long as he didn't go too far, he didn't have to worry about being in trouble with the police.

On the phone, Lanard's voice sounded weary. He gave Herbert a location, asking him to receive a guest and entertain them until they were satisfied.

The guest was driving a Lincoln with the license plate number *****.

Herbert felt puzzled, but he didn't say much. He just cryptically asked, "Is the guest troublesome?"

"Yes, I'm counting on you."

"Should I take care of them?"

"Okay."

"Wait for my message, Mr. Lanard."

Some things didn't need explanation. Those who understood, understood.

Herbert knew that Lanard wanted to use him as a gun and hoped to get rid of some troublesome people through him... As for Lanard himself, perhaps he didn't want to personally get his hands dirty.

If he handled this well, Herbert's business would reach a new level. If not, he would no longer be able to survive in Boston.

Herbert immediately called over his capable subordinates, implying that they should kill the guests. If others were to investigate later, Herbert would push all the blame onto Charles, making someone else take the fall. This way, no one would offend anyone.

What annoyed him, though, was that Charles had actually brought back the troublesome guests. Herbert missed his best opportunity to kill them.If you act now, it will be difficult to shirk responsibility later - if the guest is an ordinary person, killing them is no big deal, but what if it's a troublesome person for Lanard? Is the guest an ordinary person?

After seeing Gussy's impolite behavior, the black market boss pondered her identity - the daughter of a big tycoon? A chief's daughter? But she doesn't look like a Westerner either, does she?

As for the two Asian faces next to Gussy, Hubert ignored them directly.

"So, dear Miss, who are you?" Hubert signaled his subordinate to pour tea for the guest.

Gussy looked at Rengatsu, who waved his hand and pointed at Gussy, meaning "he's talking to you."

Gussy glanced at Hubert and refused the tea offered by his subordinate, saying arrogantly, "Allow me to correct you on the address, you should call me 'Miss Gussy,' understand?"

Hubert nodded, waiting for Gussy to continue.

"And as for who I am? Did Lanard not tell you?"

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean. Who is Lanard...?"

"Don't play dumb, old fox. I don't have the time to go round in circles with you here!"

Hubert felt his blood pressure rise, wondering if this conversation could continue.

He rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice, "Child, has no one taught you to respect your elders? Well, Lanard did ask me to take care of the guests, so what do you want by coming here?"

"I have a very expensive project here, and I want your investment sponsorship."

"Heh, you've found the right person. How much money do you need?"

"About three to four billion dollars."

"Kid, you're really joking. Do you know what that kind of money means?"

"Well, it just happens to be the concept of emptying your pockets. According to my investigation, you can definitely come up with that money."

Hubert's eyes gradually became cold. He wondered if he had recently offended someone, why else would someone like this come looking for trouble?

At that moment, Hubert's phone vibrated, and he received a text message:

"Boss, I've found out the identities of these three individuals.

The man is called Ma Youcai, a Chinese, a commoner, no power or connections.

The woman is called Rengatsu, a Neoreal, an intellectual, no power or connections.

The child has no information, probably an illegal immigrant."

After putting down his phone, Hubert turned to the killer next to him and said, "Leave the child, kill the others, and inform the 'Bloodhound' to come and deal with the bodies."

"Oh dear, are we really going to start now? What a disappointment!"

Gussy clapped her hands on the table and stood up with a "pa," Hubert's men didn't even have time to draw their guns before they fell to the ground.

An alarm bell went off in Hubert's mind, and he tilted his head back, flipping the chair and rolling backward. At the same time, he reached into his pocket, ready to draw his gun, but a small, pure white hand had already landed on his wrist.

The gun fell into the other person's hand.

He looked up in astonishment and suddenly saw a pair of pitch-black eyes like black holes. He felt his blood freeze, and his consciousness was engulfed by boundless fear.

He had never seen such a terrifying gaze before.

This little girl is definitely not human!

He tried to turn his head away from her gaze, but his neck wouldn't move, and all the bones and muscles in his body lost control.

Stop! Stop!

If this continues, he will go crazy!

"......"

"Mr. Hubert, can we continue discussing business cooperation?" Just as Hubert was about to collapse, Gussy put on her invisible glasses again and smiled, "Don't worry, your men are still alive."

The Lolita-like smile was warm like a spring breeze, but the man's heart had already fallen into an icy hell.

Hubert squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Who exactly are you?"

"Lanard also asked me the same question."

"......"

Hubert fell silent.

At this moment, the door was kicked open, and a dozen heavily armed men burst in.

"Fuck, are you yellow monkeys bored of living? Put your hands up!""Boss, are you alright? We saw you getting attacked on the surveillance!"

"..."

Ma Youcai was shocked. How did these two people, who were just having a friendly conversation in English, suddenly start fighting? And what's going on with these people outside the door? They look like they want to kill someone.

Rengatsu remained calm. As long as there were no weapons of mass destruction, it would be difficult for ordinary people to threaten Gussy. Therefore, Gussy had the ability to protect them.

"I'm fine, put down your guns." Hebiti slowly stood up and pointed to the unconscious thugs lying on the ground. "Get these people out and don't come in unless I tell you to."

"But boss, these people…" a burly man with a face full of flesh doubted and glanced at Gussy.

"Do your own job." Hebiti said coldly.

"... understood."

After the bodyguards left, Hebiti straightened his clothes, helped Gussy up, and sat back in front of him.

"I'm glad you made the wise choice, Mr. He."

"We can now proceed with the business negotiation, Mr. Gussy. Please don't make it too difficult for me, considering my old age and frail health."

"I heard that you have an underground auction here?" Gussy took out a notebook, pulled up a picture and pushed it in front of Hebiti. "Is this dress one of the items in the auction?"

"Yes... This is a black gown designed by a famous European genius in the 19th century. It combines classic vintage and Lolita style, adorned with a large number of jewelry, and has a significant collection value. It is also the highlight of the auction."

"I want it!"

Hebiti was hesitant. "But this dress will be auctioned off tomorrow with a starting price of $500,000, and it doesn't belong to the auction house."

"Can't you use your resources to buy it back? I want it in my hands within an hour!" Gussy said loudly.

In order to ensure his personal safety, Hebiti chose to compromise.

Although money can solve many problems, it took Hebiti more than two hours to deliver the dress to Gussy, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort.

This black gown was a conceptual piece, a mini size, not practical, but it was perfect for Gussy, who also had a petite figure. It was like it was tailor-made for her.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Gussy nodded. The gown elegantly rotated, and the dazzling jewelry collided and made crisp sounds. The hem of the dress fluttered, and the hair accessories were flying.

"You two can turn around now, and say goodbye to curtains and bandages."

As Ma Youcai turned around, he was immediately amazed by Gussy's cute outfit.

"Oh my god, it's so adorable, boss, please take a picture with me!" He felt that he had developed a strange preference since meeting the boss.

"How many times do I have to say it, call me Lady Gussy!" Gussy gave Ma Youcai a chop on the hand.

"Oh my goodness~"

Afterwards, Gussy and the auction house owner discussed the details of their business cooperation. For people in the underworld, legal contracts were meaningless. In order to ensure the effectiveness of their cooperation, Gussy used a video to have Lanard act as a "witness". Hebiti agreed to become Gussy's sponsor, providing funds and manpower support. In return, Gussy would provide protection and ensure the smooth operation of their underground business - it was called business cooperation, but it was actually extortion.

In the end, Hebiti gave up on escaping with the money because Lanard sent someone to take over Gussy's cooperation... He felt like he had been deceived.

The meeting ended, and Gussy and the others left the Kenmore area.

"It's getting late, what should we do next?" Rengatsu asked.

"Take the camera and tripod, come with me to shoot videos."

Expanding fame couldn't just be about one person, Miss Rengatsu and Ma Youcai also needed to be in the videos.

Unlike the eager Ma Youcai, Rengatsu naturally preferred to stay low-key and was a bit resistant to becoming famous, especially when Gussy forced her to say strange lines...

Hey, what's up with this inexplicable sense of embarrassment and adolescent feeling?"STOP! Rengatsu, do it again. Your voice is too soft, I can't hear it! And your movements are not precise either!" Director Gussy sat behind the camera, pointing at Rengatsu, waving the clapboard dissatisfiedly.

"My dear Gussy, there's no need to be like this during the introduction, right?"

"Oh? Are you questioning my script?"

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it..."

"It's getting dark soon, hurry up, don't waste any more time! Look at Ma, not only did he finish the self-introduction, but he also added a talent performance."

Little Ma scratched his head and chuckled.

Is that considered a talent performance? Rengatsu didn't know how to comment anymore.

"Alas, I can't do anything about you. Just do as I say." Rengatsu took a deep breath, as if making a very determined decision, and held his right hand in a gun pose, placing it near his right chest. His left thumb, index finger, and pinky finger were raised, while his middle finger and ring finger were curled up in his palm, forming the iconic pose of Sailor Moon.

"I am Kurosawa Rengatsu, codename... Shadow of the Moon, servant of the Flame Sovereign! Oh people bound by the troubles of the world, open your eyes wide and witness this rare moment in a thousand years. I will bring miracles to this land of freedom, ah! Let the enemies... burn!"

By the end, our "Shadow of the Moon" miss had already turned red, and each word she spoke became a kind of torment.

"Good enough for now..." Gussy muttered, finally letting Rengatsu go.