The boss let go of his shoulders, took a deep breath, and stood up straight, like a generous man who was about to be taken to the execution ground, with an indifferent smile that made people look at him: "Isn't it?"

The mercenaries became commotion.

The masked man and Clay looked at each other.

Ricky remained motionless, staring at the drill quietly.

Thales and Quick Rope glanced back and forth at the table.

The leader's silence affected the Swords of Disaster, and the tavern gradually became quiet.

Everyone looked at Ricky.

The driller waited quietly, with only a pair of eyes that occasionally flickered to observe the people around him.

After a while, Ricky's eyes moved as he stared at the drill.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster smiled and gently moved his chin: "Just like him."

"Same."

The driller, who was expecting to be questioned by the other party, was inexplicably startled.

"What?"

Ricky snorted and turned around.

"How funny."

Ricky sat down again, as if he was indifferent to the person in front of him:

"At that moment, the way and content of your words were exactly the same as Teng's."

Zhuozi's pupils trembled momentarily.

Teng.

Thales heard this short syllable name again.

Ricky leaned back on the stool, raised his chin, and looked at the ceiling with misty eyes: "I have seen that man. If Teng is still a man, sometimes he is cunning and cunning, and sometimes he is strong-willed, fierce and ambitious. His existence is

The whole world makes a cruel mockery of human nature.”

The driller slowly lowered his head.

"Are you an old acquaintance of the film owner?"

Ricky raised his lips and said, "Yes, Teng, I have seen his methods and actions, and I have to say, they are 'unforgettable'."

The boy smiled and was about to answer, but in just the next second, a frightening glare erupted from Ricky's eyes.

"So I never believe it."

Ricky lowered his head suddenly and looked directly at the drill.

His tone was unprecedentedly urgent and decisive: "I never believe that contact and encounter with him will be a 'coincidence' or 'lucky', nor do I believe that any cooperation with him will be a 'win-win' result.

The short-term profits cannot cover up the greater losses we will suffer in the longer period."

The driller was surprised.

"Leave immediately, son-in-law," Ricky's face turned gloomy and his tone became tougher. He could not refuse: "Out of admiration for your courage, I will not embarrass your companions who are hiding outside the eaves."

Hearing this, Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, as long as he is not involved directly, there is still a chance to deceive...

The driller stared blankly at Ricky, looking at his cold eyes.

"please forgive."

"I'm not sure about your..."

Ricky snorted coldly and spoke in short words.

"I don't trust you."

"I especially don't trust Teng."

He straightened up, his whole body turned into solid ice in an instant, and bit out words from between his teeth: "So, just worry about that bullshit prince yourself, we have nothing to do with each other."

"Is it clear enough?"

The driller stared at the other party, as if he didn't believe they would refuse.

"but……"

There was surprise and hesitation in his tone: "You are alone and helpless. The process of breaking into the Bone Prison will be very difficult. Even if you succeed by luck, there will be no place for the Sword of Disaster in the Kingdom of Stars..."

"If we were worried about the things you said," Clay snorted, "then we wouldn't be here at all."

"Also, don't call us the Sword of Disaster, no one likes that title."

Facing the solemn face of the drill, the middle-aged swordsman from the North put down the long sword named Dark Light and crossed his arms:

"We are the inheritors outside the tower."

"Rather than a group of sewer bugs led by a certain eunuch who has a false reputation as an ancestor."

Following his words, the Swords of Disaster hummed in agreement.

The tone and expression reveal unruly rebellion and self-confidence.

The drill boy lowered his head tightly, his cheeks trembling slightly.

Ricky sneered slightly, as if he couldn't laugh or cry. He waved his hand to the drill: "You can go."

Several mercenaries stepped forward consciously and surrounded the drill on three sides.

But the next second, the driller suddenly raised his head!

"Wait a minute!"

Zhuozi seemed to have figured something out, and his face at this moment showed a trace of inexplicable hesitation and struggle: "I probably understand your feelings about the movie host, but this..."

Ricky shook his head without looking at him:

"I told you, you can leave."

The masked man snorted disdainfully, and Clay continued to pay attention to his dim light.

Mercenary Sonny stepped forward.

"You heard what he said, bug," Sonny looked at the drill coldly:

"Are you going to help yourself, or are we going to help you?"

Even though he said this, he had no intention of letting the other party "help himself": two strong mercenaries stretched out their hands, grabbed the driller's shoulders, and tried to drag him away.

At that moment, a trace of inexplicable determination appeared on Drill's face.

He suddenly raised his head and looked over the mercenaries' shoulders at the unmoved Ricky.

"What if this has nothing to do with Teng?"

These words made Ricky move slightly.

"What if this isn't some bullshit cooperation, but just a deal between me and you, just Dozi and Crassus?"

These words made Ricky couldn't help but turn his head.

"What?"

As he asked, the mercenaries tightened their grip on the drill.

Ricky narrowed his eyes, as if he were meeting a drill for the first time: "What does this mean?"

The drill boy broke free from the mercenary's grip and struggled forward regardless of his embarrassment.

"As I said, what happened today, whether it was the kidnapping of the prince or the cooperation between the two parties, has nothing to do with Teng," Zhuozi gritted his teeth, with a determined look on his face: "Shadow Master, no, Teng doesn't know anything about what happened here."

As soon as he said this, Clay's eyes widened in surprise, and the masked man even said softly, "Hey."

Only Ricky remained unmoved.

But his tone changed.

"I have to say, you caught my interest," the leader of the Sword of Disaster said slowly:

"What's wrong with Teng?"

In the suffocating silence, Zhuozi showed a sad smile and shook his head helplessly and regretfully.

"It's over."

Ricky's eyes flashed!

His body leaned forward unconsciously: "Say it again?"

Clay and the masked man exchanged surprised looks.

Thales had always been worried about his own future, and had little interest in the grudges and grudges of these mysterious organizations.

Until the drill's next sentence.
To be continued...