On the soft sand where six or seven people could sit at the same time, a well-dressed man lay carelessly on it.
This is obviously a reception room. There is a guide lamp installed on the stone wall, and expensive art paintings are hung. In the closet are exquisite books for decoration. Three sofas surround a huge table.
There was a white porcelain ashtray with a dozen or twenty cigarette butts randomly inserted into it. Although it was daytime, the light was still on, filling the room with an orange light.
With a click, the door to the room was pushed open by a big hand. The sleeping man didn't seem to hear it and continued to lie down.
This is one of the darkest places in Crossbell, the Rubach Chamber of Commerce. The place where the two of them are now is the place that is used as both a lounge and a reception room.
The visitor was not angry when he saw that he was sleeping. He sat opposite him and supported his chin with his hands: "I tell you, it's time to wake up after all."
The visitor is wearing a beige suit. Although the style is simple, the workmanship and fabric are of high quality. This suit must be enough for an ordinary person to live for a month, right? He is tall, two feet tall, with broad shoulders and a strong back and waist.
Even a child can see the powerful strength in his huge body at a glance. Just looking at his body shape, he looks like a violent bear. His brown head is neatly groomed, and his temples are stylishly dyed beige.
Seeing no response from the other person, the bear-like man smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, smoked another and threw it away.
Then, he was caught steadily by the other side.
The sleeping man held a cigarette in his mouth and still had no intention of getting up. He was wearing an exquisite dark red suit, and his long brown hair was scattered casually, even hanging to the ground, without thinking of picking it up. This man was exactly
Previously in the old city, with the Special Mission Support Section and his team, Vincent Campbell was able to defeat seven enemies and never lose.
"I said, how can you be so lazy?"
It seemed that he had already adapted to Vincent's laziness, and his accent sounded a little helpless.
"I know, boss. When it's time to work, I will naturally show off my energy." Vincent lit a fire for himself and waved his hand casually, as if to mean "don't care".
"Huh, speaking of it, you seemed to have known about it in the old city, right?" The man called the leader blew out a smoke ring and fell backwards, his huge body sinking deeply into the soft sand.
"Ah. Because the Sword Master of the Wind is too troublesome, I just want to wait for him to take action and then deal with him directly." Vincent's tone was lazy and unmotivated. Although he spoke bold words, he always
It felt like he was perfunctory.
"Don't do unnecessary things - but even you are in trouble?"
The bear-like strong man showed a provocative smile. "Has Vincent, the fierce flame, started to become sluggish too?"
"Be careful...that place called the Special Mission Support Section." Vincent ignored his provocation and said to himself. "Although the others are very weak, boss, there is a black hair there.
His skills are extraordinary. I suspect... that he is [that guy]'s true form."
The bear-like man snorted loudly, and the cigarette he had just inhaled was violently sprayed out, like an angry bull. It seemed that [that guy] gave him a very embarrassing experience.
"Really...are Black Moon's thugs hiding in that kind of place?"
"Ah, it feels very similar. But the combat effectiveness is much weaker, probably because the identity is hidden. But not everyone can achieve that speed." Vincent continued his analysis. "Also, I don't think it's the Mafia.
Is it a brilliant idea to hide the thugs in the police station?"
"...It seems that it is necessary to send a few people to investigate."
"Just sending someone will get thrown away, right?"
"Doesn't that just mean that he came from the wrong place?" A cruel smile appeared on the bear-like man's face, he clasped his hands together and kept pinching his knuckles, making a clicking sound.
"makes sense……"
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The Guerrilla Association in Dongcheng District is welcoming the bright sunshine.
Warm light pours in from the clean windows, leaving the same warm traces on the solid wooden tables and chairs - traces that are completely different from the artificial light in the Lubacher Chamber of Commerce.
The second floor of the Guerrilla Association is used for resting. The overall layout is very simple. There are several pots of new bamboo in the corner. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves. The curtains are a relaxing light blue, but there are a few
It's very elegant.
The man known as the Sword Master of the Wind sat across from the receptionist of the Guerrilla Association, with a black tea cup in front of him. It seemed that he had just enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Of course, it only "looked", and the busy life of the Guerrilla was not at all
They are not allowed to chat while drinking tea.
"Thank you for your hard work, this month has been quite difficult." Michelle said in a soft and feminine tone, picked up the black tea cup and took a sip. Of course, it was filled with dissolved coffee. As mentioned before, there was no time for them to wait.
Make the tea slowly.
Michelle held a thick dozen reports in her hand, all of which were the achievements of the Wind Sword Master this month.
"It's nothing, I'm used to it." The wasteful thing of drinking coffee from a black tea cup did not arouse the wind sword master's dissatisfaction, and Arios was not very particular about it. While Michelle was sorting out the report,
Arios also picked up the tea cup and drank the black liquid inside.
Caffeine can effectively excite the brain, which is very helpful for relieving fatigue and cheering up.
In other words, it numbs the nerves so that Arios can't feel fatigue and pain.
Arios closed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "Then, the remittance matter will be troublesome." He seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Michelle did not raise her head and answered in a calm tone: "Well, kofcrossbe11, Crossbell International Bank, a huge bank with branches in several countries, and the largest bank in this book, can you just transfer the money?"
After listening to Arios's emotionless affirmative answer, Michelle's face flashed with a hint of unbearability, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't hold it back: "But... although it's not appropriate for me, but you can reduce it."
Wouldn’t it be better to work a little less? Xiaodi will feel lonely if she is alone.”
Arios still closed his eyes to rest and did not answer. Seeing this, Michelle nodded and sighed: "I'm sorry, I promised you not to say this..."
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so Michelle quickly changed the subject. "By the way, there's a call from the Leman Autonomous Prefecture, asking if you still don't want to accept it?"
"Is it this again?" Arios's voice finally wavered, with an almost helpless feeling. "Have I not rejected it many times?"
What the two people are talking about here is the issue of the level certification of the A-level guerrilla of the Crossbell branch, Arios Maclain. Because of his excellent processing ability and upright character, the guerrilla in the Leman Autonomous Prefecture
The Warriors Association headquarters recommended more than once that he be upgraded to S-level.