Chapter 2976 2988 [Curaçao: Let Me Go]
Upon hearing this, Vermouth couldn't help but glance at the youngest son of the big family: "..." Although you seem to be mentally prepared, unfortunately, what you are worried about is probably far less than what you are about to worry about.
...However, we cannot rule out that this guy is the murderer, he just likes to pretend. Otherwise, why would he specially invite a group of outsiders to go home? - No matter how timid he is, a man in his twenties or thirties can't be so scared that he dare not go home alone.
After a brief struggle, Vermouth suddenly thought of something.
An idea suddenly occurred to her, and she took out her cell phone and quietly opened a hidden program.
——Anti-Uzbek Alliance…
No, it’s a passers-by mutual aid association.
"I have nothing to do anyway, so instead of letting myself have wild thoughts, I might as well send it to them so that they can bet on the murderer together." Vermouth touched his chin, "It's not that I want any small Wu coins, but there is strength in numbers. By gathering the analysis of those guys, maybe we can see Wuzo's intention today, so that I can protect the two children."
Besides, speaking of which, I don’t know how many styles of small black coins that Vodka guy has made.
At present, according to Vermouth's observation, their design prototypes seem to be the fancy business cards that Jiang Xia has tinkered with.
"I remember when I was pretending to be the school doctor at Teitan Middle School, I would occasionally see some girls exchanging Jiang Xia's business cards with each other. Judging from those frequently updated business cards, there should be many types of corresponding small black coins... I really want Vodka to send a layout to take a look. Unfortunately, that guy may not be so easy to talk to in this regard."
While muttering to herself, Vermouth followed the crowd in a low-key manner and pushed open the door of Damen's house.
…
At the gate home.
In addition to the elderly Daimon couple, there was also a maid, the eldest son of the Daimon family, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Daimon family... and a lawyer hired by President Daimon.
Curacao, with ordinary short black hair, plain glasses on his nose and a pen in his hand, was sitting on the sofa in the reception room with a professional look, listening to the old man opposite him chattering.
As people age, they are bound to feel anxious. The more ambitious people are when they are young, the more likely they are to feel anxious about the passing of time - and President Daimon is no exception.
Thinking of his stupid and useless eldest son, and then thinking of his smart but rebellious youngest son who was not doing his job properly, President Daimon could not help but sneer, regretting that he did not have a third or fourth son.
But it was too late to regret now. He could only start paving the way for his descendants, so he specially found a lawyer to record his will.
In the living room.
While listening to the stubborn old man, Curacao found useful information from his numerous complaints and recorded it in a notebook.
He looks like a conscientious and reliable lawyer, but in fact, as an organizational cadre, Curacao made a special trip to Tokyo, of course not to record a will for an elderly man, but...
"We were originally cooperating well, but every time there is a change of power and they are planning to pass the throne to their descendants, these old guys like to try to whitewash it."
Curacao sighed silently in his heart: "They don't really think that the organization is just an ordinary illegal enterprise and they can cut off contact at any time if they want."
Curacao has seen too many people like this - organizations sometimes support their own forces, and sometimes save costs and cooperate directly with established companies.
Everyone chooses a different way of cooperation. When Rum establishes contact with these presidents, he always likes to play the pig and eat the tiger - he does not expose the strength and identity of the organization, and only appears in front of the other side as an ordinary illegal company.
This leads to the situation that when the presidents want to whitewash their companies and pass on the family business to their sons, they will easily target the Black Organization...until they are stabbed in the back, they will suddenly realize that the degree of lawlessness of this group of people is far beyond their previous understanding.
"Retiring from the underworld is indeed a dangerous act..." Curacao stroked the pen in his hand and looked at President Daimon opposite him. His eyes, blocked by plain lenses, slowly became cold and compassionate.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a vague sound of conversation came from the yard, as if a lot of people were walking towards the house from the gate.
"Who's making the noise outside?" President Daimon also heard the noise. He stood up and walked into the corridor aggressively, "Hatsuho! What's going on?!"
The maid passing by heard the call and hurriedly stopped to reply: "Master, the second young master is back, and it seems that he brought some guests with him."
"Guests?" President Daimon first straightened his clothes instinctively, then snorted coldly, "What guests? They must be his shady friends. How dare such people step into my house? I'll chase them away right now!"
Having said that, he ignored the lawyer in the room and walked straight to the entrance. The maid was afraid that the two sides would quarrel, so she hurriedly took small steps and ran to the door first.
Curacao behind: "..."
…I don’t know why, but my heart and eyelids were pounding, as if something bad was about to happen.
She was just about to follow from a distance and observe secretly, but at this moment, her cell phone buzzed and a notification popped up.
When Curacao heard this unique vibration, he was silent for a moment, and his bad premonition became unprecedentedly magnified.
She had an urge to throw her phone away, but her strong rationality made her finally take out her phone and enter the small program as if she was familiar with it.
When I looked closely, it was true: someone in the passers-by mutual aid group had come across Wu Zuo and opened a betting table.
After taking a closer look at the content, Curacao's eyes went dark.
——This guy is so haunting! She is not in Tokyo anymore, so why did she meet him when she was on a mission?
But now that things have come to this, it’s not the time to worry about these things. What’s important is what to do next.
"The only good news is that now that we've met Uzo, we don't have to rush into the task of 'getting rid of President Daimon before he completes the company's transformation' - based on what I've seen of President Daimon's personality, he probably won't survive the first night with Uzo.
"That is to say, there is no point for me to stay here any longer... I can just send a message pretending that I have urgent work to do and then drive back."
Thinking of this, Curacao stood up and prepared to retreat politely.
However, at this moment, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
She walked quickly to the window and looked out, and saw that the car she had driven into the parking lot was tilted slightly in a strange manner - upon closer inspection, she found that one of the tires was flat.
Curacao: “…”
Uzo——!!
(End of this chapter)
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