The consortium gives them resources and money, and they help the consortium do things and kill people. They just look a little more independent, but in fact they are just dogs on a chain.

"It seems you know a lot."

The thin man whispered, "If I were twenty years younger..."

"enough!"

Before the thin man could continue to speak, a rough shout rang out throughout the office, interrupting all speech.

The man with a mustache who had been sitting next to the thin man suddenly stood up, looked at the thin man, and shouted angrily,

"Look what you are doing? You are here to kill the mayor! He asks you to sit down and you sit down? He asks you to answer questions and you answer them? Are you an assassin or a lackey?"

He waved his arms violently, with an expression of anger on his face, "Are you going to betray the consortium and become the mayor's dog if we talk a few more words? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the consortium? Aren't you afraid that I will tell the employer afterwards?

Your consortium? Let me tell you the truth, I have a very good relationship with every big consortium in Yilan City."

His chest heaved up and down, and his voice became faster and more urgent, "And this old guy has been bluffing. I have been to this office many times, and there is no place around where I can set up an ambush. If you don't kill him now, you won't be able to kill him until later."

The Long Guard is back, can we still escape easily?"

The fat man behind him who was looking around turned around in confusion and looked at the man with the mustache in surprise.

Sensing the fat man's surprised look, the man with the mustache seemed to be encouraged and raised his tone slightly.

He glanced at the thin man's cold cheek and snorted coldly, "Don't be delayed any longer, just do it, you idiot."

Then he turned his head and looked at He Ao, "And you, Lin En, you old guy, you still dare to go against the consortium, don't look at your own weight, just pretend..."

He didn't finish his words because blood filled his throat.

"I...but...the consortium..."

His eyes widened in confusion, and his voice was broken.

The thin man pulled out the dagger that had pierced the mustache man's neck from behind, and gently pushed the mustache man's body, which had lost its voice, to the ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Lynn,"

The thin man took out a towel from his pocket and wiped the blood from the dagger in his hand. He raised his head and looked at He Ao, "My method of interrupting people is more direct. I hope I didn't scare you.

"To be honest, the consortium does not completely control the gang, and none of us who are related to the consortium have to obey what we say. Just like this distinguished gentleman, no matter how many times he emphasizes his relationship with the consortium, it does not affect my feeling.

He should keep his mouth shut."

He lowered his head and glanced at the gold watch that slid out from the chest of the mustached man, and said with a smile,

"The upper-class people who have never experienced life and death since childhood may not quite understand the respect and... indifference to life that we lower-class people have.

"After all, if you fail in your political game, you will still have a decent and decent life, and you may even have a chance to make a comeback.

"And our struggle for survival has failed. What awaits us is the fate of starvation to death."

He sneered, lowered his head, glanced at the dead man with a mustache on the ground, looked back at the fat man behind him, and said with a smile, "This guy has nothing to do with you, right? Is there something wrong with the way I handle this?

?”

The fat man in front of him was the 'internal contact' given to him by the consortium.

"I have no opinion,"

The fat man stood up and shrugged, "I don't have a close relationship with this guy, and I don't know why he surrendered to you so decisively and even tried to persuade me in return.

"It's like I stayed in the conference room to wait for you, but he had nothing to do with it and he still wanted to stay there. I even hinted to him not to get involved, but he was still so...confident.

"

"Back to the topic,"

Then the fat man looked back, raised his head, glanced across the entire office, and said slowly, "There is no ambush, there should be no one else in this building."

"It seems that the 'delay' plan is over. Mr. Mayor, your luck doesn't seem to be very good. You haven't waited for reinforcements yet,"

The thin man looked up at He Ao, "But to be honest, Mayor Lin En, you are indeed capable, your speech is indeed very touching, and I do respect you. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely

I will follow you into battle without hesitation,"

He raised the dagger in his hand and paused for a moment, "However, time will never go back, and I will not be twenty years younger. I still respect you now, and think that you are the best Ilan has been for decades or even hundreds of years.

The best mayor ever.

"But what you are pursuing is destined to fail, and since it is destined to fail, why not become a stepping stone for my better life in the future? I will always remember you."

"I used to admire you very much."

He Ao did not answer the thin man's words, but looked at the fat man who stood up.

Lin En really liked this fat man, otherwise she would not have given her former position as Minister of Women, Children and Health to this fat man.

"Thank you for your appreciation,"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then nodded in greeting.

"Do it!"

At this moment, the thin man shouted.

At this moment, the fat man took out what seemed to be a completely plastic pistol from his pocket and pointed the gun at He Ao. The two of them rushed towards He Ao, one on the left and the other on the right.

Looking at the two people flying over, after a short silence, He Ao sighed softly, raised his hand and waved it gently.

A dagger rushed out from his sleeve and flew out with a sharp whistling, slicing across the thin man's neck, then flew back and cut open the fat man's neck.

Then the dagger flew back to the table and fell into He Ao's hand.

Everything developed so fast and was over in an instant. The two of them didn't even see the dagger in He Ao's hand clearly.

The thin man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, so he fell forward into a pool of blood and fell next to the man with the mustache.

The fat man kept moving forward, but finally sighed and fell onto the thin man and the mustached man.

The mark originally placed on the fat man was also recovered.

At first, when He Ao asked the thin man a question, the mark was on the thin man. Later, when He Ao asked the fat man a question, the mark was placed on the fat man.

Although the conversation between these two people was not much, and they were not cooperative, the information that came to mind also helped He Ao fill in many gaps, especially the thin man, who contributed a lot of key information about the underground world.

However, they are all executors at the lowest level, and they don't have many key clues. He Ao asked them all in just a few sentences, so He Ao did not think of a way to continue the 'talk'.

Ding——gulu——

At this moment, with a soft sound, a crystal ball rolled out of the skinny man's arms and landed on the edge of the desk.

He Ao reached out and picked up the crystal ball.

Looking at the violent wind and heavy rain in the crystal ball, He Ao turned back to look at the wind and rain outside the window and said softly, "Let's let it go."

The convoluted wind dissipated at this moment, the rapid raindrops gradually stopped, and the bright sunshine shone through the gaps in the clouds, reflecting in the swaying jasmine petals.

It rained all night and gradually stopped.
Chapter completed!