Chapter 18 - Keep them busy

With the sound of the wind chime at the door, Lilin and Jayce stepped into The Last Drop.

The Last Drop is very clean, and quite out of place compared to the general environment of Zaun.

There's no heavy metal rock band, no dance floor, only a few battered game consoles and two pool tables in the entertainment area.

The people in the room saw that Lilin and Jayce were dressed very differently from those in the undercity, they all stopped what they were doing, and looked at them.

Facing these malicious eyes, Jayce's scalp went a little numb, and he didn't know whether his decision to come in was right or wrong.

The silence lasted, until a familiar mature middle-aged man's voice sounded:

"May the Gray never rise to your door, welcome to The Last Drop, what do you two want?"

Lilin and Jayce went straight to the counter in the innermost room and took off their breathing filter.

" May the Gray never rise to your door, and we'll have two glasses of beer."

He put 10 copper washers on the table and pushed them to the man who was busy cleaning.

"Oh, it's you."

Vander took out two wooden mugs from the drawer on the counter, then took two full cups of beer from a large wooden keg behind him, and placed them in front of Lilin and Jayce.

"Your injury is healing well I see."

"Thanks to your help that day."

Vander glanced at Lilin's left shoulder with a smile, then looked at Jayce, who was drinking silently lookling a little gloomy, "This ... your friend?"

"Yes, he ... has some personal issues to deal with, don't worry about him."

"Oh... understandable." Vander nodded slightly as if he had understood something.

Afterwards, Lilin took out a standard-sized pouch from his satchel and pushed it to Vander.

He glanced at it suspiciously, then raised his eyebrows, puzzled, "What's this?"

"For your help last time, a little something from me."

Vander took the pouch and opened it. It was filled with round coins without holes in the middle.

Under the reflection of the dim lights at the bar, these coins all glittered with a dazzling golden light.

There are about twenty gold hexes.

"It's too much."

Vander's expression changed slightly, he calmly re-tied the opening and returned it to Lilin, and said in a low voice:

"Besides, this is the Lanes. I try to keep the troublemakers down whoever they may be."

"You should know that this money is nothing to the Kiramman family." Lilin used Jayce's words, "Treat it as a gift from a friend."

Vander sighed heavily, hesitated for a long time, then took the pouch back and put it in the drawer under the counter.

"If all my friends were as generous as you are," he joked slightly.

After a short pause, Vander looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "You came for the crystal right?"

"Yes, is there any news?" Lilin nodded.

Hearing their conversation, Jayce, who was originally a little disinterested, turned a little bit more serious and listened carefully.

"Benzo's already got it, you can go... hold on."

Vander looked like he suddenly thought of something. He lowered his head and rummaged in the drawer and took out a small notebook and a pen.

He tore off a piece of paper, quickly wrote something on it, and folded it up to hand to Lilin.

Lilin a little confused, "What's this?"

"Give him this note when you get to the Benzo's, he'll know what to do."

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A few minutes ago.

In the room on the underground floor of The Last Drop.

A very skinny boy was slumped on a hard, worn-out sofa, throwing a bouncing ball against the metal wall.

Beside him, there was a fat boy with goggles on his forehead and two girls, one with pink hair and one with blue hair.

The three of them sat cross-legged on the ground, playing a card game unique to Zaun.

Listening to the ball bouncing noise in the house, the blue-haired girl gritted her teeth, annoyed, jumped from the ground and shouted:

"Can you please stop bouncing your ball, Mylo, I can't concentrate!"

"Huh? How am I doing anything?"

Mylo glanced at the little girl whose expression was about to burst, but still didn't stop throwing the ball.

"You sure it's not your card skills, Powder?"

"You..." Powder looked at the pink-haired girl beside him, "Violet, look at him!"

"Okay Powder, ignore him." Violet reluctantly walked over to Powder and grabbed the ball that was still in the air.

Then, she glared at Mylo on the sofa, "And you, Mylo, don't keep talking to Powder like that."

"But I didn't do anything..." Mylo sat up straight and tried to defend himself, "Claggor, you're winning too much!"

He looked at the fat boy who was still sitting on the ground, but he just shrugged and said nothing.

"Oh, forget it... It's my fault eveytime." Mylo put a hand on his forehead and lay back again, "I'm so bored!"

Powder and Violet sat back down to continue playing cards, but her mind was disturbed by Mylo's words.

It didn't take long for her to lose all the cards she had.

"Well...I lost again!"

"It's okay Powder, you played well, and you'll win next time!" Violet comforted her gently.

"Win playing like that?"

Violet angrily stretched her legs and kicked the sofa Mylo was lying on, "Shut up Mylo!"

Powder put down the cards in her hand, feeling depressed, "Violet, why isn't Vander letting us go out? We didn't do anything bad, right?"

"This..." Violet scratched her messy hair, and said in an uncertain tone: "Someone came to the Lanes and caused some trouble and it alerted the enforcers."

She'd heard it from Ekko, because Vander doesn't usually tell them what happens with the gangs.

"I heard that people from a big family in uptown were attacked by outsiders in the Lanes. The enforcers are searching for those outsiders." Claggor added.

"Tsk, these uptowners are so annoying! Why were they even here? Now we can't go out anymore." Mylo couldn't help complaining.

"Vander doesn't want to cause trouble," Claggor said to Mylo. "Maybe it'll be over in a few days..."

"Wait a minute, Claggor, what did you just say?" Hearing their conversation, a thought suddenly flashed in Violet's mind.

"Uh, Vander doesn't want to cause trouble?"

"No, the one before that."

"There are enforcers everywhere?"

"That's right!" Violet's eyes lit up, "You guys want to do something big?"

Mylo suddenly eager, "Big?"

Claggor scratched his head in confusion, wondering what Violet suddenly came up with.

"What do you mean?" The bursting little face was also full of doubts.

"Piltover is preparing for the Progress Day, and the officers must maintain order in the city, and now this in the Lanes, they have to transfer manpower to the undercity."

Violet paused for a moment, giving the three of them a little time to think, "If that is the case, then their security in the city will definitely be lower, and this is our chance!"

"You want to go to the city?" Claggor was slightly surprised. "Are you crazy? Vander will kill us if he finds out!"

"If we screw up," Violet said in a nonchalant tone. "And, wouldn't it be better not to let him know?"

"Do you have a plan?" Mylo rubbed his palms, looking eager to try.

"Follow me."

Violet took out a satchel from the cabinet beside her, and then waved to the three others, motioning them to go out with her.

The four of them walked up the wooden stairs to the first floor sneakily, hiding in a dark corner by the wall and looking towards the front desk of the bar.

Vander is entertaining two rich-looking guys who are obviously not from the undercity.

Violet stared at them for a long time, until they left the bar, and then turned back to Powder, Claggor, and Mylo:

"Look guys, our target."