Chapter 1562 A difficult game with the prophet
What happened here and Lei Zhen's arrogant behavior quickly spread inside.
"Prophet, sir, your actions are inappropriate and will cause irreversible damage to our control." The elder said softly.
He was very unhappy, even though he was androgynous.
To be precise, it is because she is a hermaphrodite, and she would never feel comfortable being humiliated by Lei Zhen.
"Besides, the gentleman was so audacious as to defile your most beloved maid here. This was a provocation to you, and he should be punished."
"Do you have hundreds of thousands of soldiers?" the prophet asked.
He couldn't silence the hermaphrodite with just one sentence.
There are almost no people who can achieve this with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and without relying on the state machinery.
"Can you become a cardinal? Can you subjugate the vampires? Or can you conquer the world? If you can't do that, don't be vindictive just because you've been wronged."
"Remember, don't question my decision—"
Faced with the prophet's questioning, the elder immediately knelt on the ground, his body trembling with fear.
"Prophet, I was wrong, please punish me!"
"Do your job well and assist him when necessary, because he will conquer the world for me, so I have to pamper him a little."
"yes!"
"Okay, help me rest..."
The prophet lived for more than a hundred years, and no one ever dared to disrespect him.
He can kill people if he wants to, and offer sacrifices if he wants to. This has taken away his prophetic power, which is very infuriating.
However, Lei Zhen is the irreplaceable candidate to conquer the world for him, so he has to endure what he needs to endure, and can turn a blind eye to many things, or even close his eyes completely.
Above ten thousand people, everything is a game.
The prophet knew it, and Lei Zhen also knew it.
Although the promises are generous, who can really believe them?
The person who makes the promise doesn't believe it, and the person who receives the promise doesn't believe it either. Everything is based on constraints. If there are no constraints, there will be no promise.
The so-called promise is worth a thousand gold, but it is vulnerable in the face of reality.
…
Lei Zhen was taking a shower, trying to wash away the bloody smell from every pore as much as possible, for fear that it would offend his daughter.
Game!
This is a difficult game between him and the prophet!
The reason why they are so arrogant is, firstly, to vent their inner dissatisfaction, and secondly, to boldly test the other party's reaction.
Killing people is nothing, but taking over someone else's business is definitely a taboo, so Lei Zhen did it and asked Xiaobaifang's boss and others to sacrifice again.
If nothing happens, it means that you are unique and scarce, and you can be like Nian Gengyao; if something happens, it means that there are other candidates, so you have to be timid and find opportunities to get rid of other candidates.
"I'm still very angry."
Lei Zhen stared at the woman kneeling in front of him with her white veil soaked with sweat, and reached out to pinch her soft neck.
This is the prophet's maid, a reward. After all, the old man couldn't tolerate his things being defiled, so he just gave her to me.
This also shows its attitude and confirms the uniqueness and scarcity of Lei Zhen.
"Crack!"
There was a sound of bones breaking, and the woman died with her head tilted.
"call……"
Lei Zhen exhaled heavily, his eyes cold and vicious.
But everything soon returned to normal because the thing had already happened and there was no need to show it all on my face. Of course, the most important thing was that my daughter came in two hours.
He needs to adjust his mood to welcome his precious daughter.
After taking a shower, I started picking out clothes.
"Sir, all the clothes that match your body shape are here, and the clothes tailored for you will be delivered within 48 hours..."
The beautiful housekeeper served Lei Zhen attentively, handling all the details just right.
"Your name is..."
"Elsa, I served you on the plane when you came."
"Yeah, I remember you, Peach."
Jawaharlal's death had little impact.
There will be no shortage of people providing services, and the work to keep Koh Samui running will not stop, because there are still five housekeepers.
Aisha is one of them, and this time she is specifically serving Lei Zhen.
"Now that Jawaharlal is dead, you'll be the master of Koh Samui." Lei Zhen adjusted his collar and said, "I hope you'll listen to me. Can you do that?"
“I can do it.”
A glint of joy flashed in Elsa's eyes.
Although the whole process is standardized and one may live in oppression and domination for years, who doesn’t want to have more power on the basis of what they already have?
Slaves are slaves. Although they are deprived of their thoughts, they are divided into different classes.
"Forget it, these clothes are too formal. I'm afraid my daughter won't recognize me. I'd better dress casually..."
In the end, Lei Zhen chose a pair of large shorts and a large T-shirt, and slippers on his feet, making himself look very casual and approachable.
Because I see my daughter so seldom, the uniform she wears will give her a strong sense of distance.
"Set up the barbecue and arrange a pantomime."
"Yes, sir."
"And, I want a mountain of toys. I want a mountain of stuffed toys."
"Yes, sir."
"Wait—princess clothes, everything little girls like."
"Yes, sir."
"How long will it take?"
“There are a lot on the island.”
“…”
There are many on the island, which once again exposes the unknown bloodiness of Koh Samui.
Of course, this is not something Lei Zhen needs to consider. He is currently too busy to care about how many secrets this island holds.
After changing his clothes and coming to the tarmac, he took back the satellite phone he had left on the island from Aisha.
As soon as I turned on the phone, I saw countless incoming call messages, all from Shu Jin in China.
Lei Zhen took a deep breath and called back.
"Hubby! Our daughter is missing. Wuwuwu... We've searched everywhere. The intelligence department said she was taken out of the country. You must find a way to find her quickly! Wuwuwu..."
As soon as the call was connected, Shu Jin's desperate cry was heard.
"Wife, it's okay. I've already taken care of it and am waiting for our daughter." Lei Zhen said softly, "She'll be picked up in a little over an hour. Don't worry."
"Found it? Great, great, thank you, husband! Thank you, husband!"
Shu Jin on the phone was ecstatic and kept thanking Lei Zhen, which seemed a bit awkward.
Is it unfamiliar?
It's not entirely a matter of estrangement, because in Shu Jin's world, her husband is fickle and she only sees him a few times a year. Only her daughter is real.
"But my daughter can't go back for the time being." Lei Zhen said.
"Why? Let me go over there. Where are you and your daughter?" Shu Jin asked anxiously on the phone.
"Wife, don't worry. I'll send someone to pick you up." Lei Zhen smiled and said, "Everything is fine. I'll see my daughter soon, and you won't be able to see your daughter soon either, haha."
The smile was forced and dry.
"Honey, did something happen?"
"Something happened, but it's not a big deal. You have to believe me."
"I don't care what happens, as long as my daughter doesn't leave me, otherwise I will go crazy..."
This is why Lei Zhen asked Shu Jin to go to the island to take care of her, because she would really go crazy after losing her daughter.
Besides, if everything goes well, my wife and daughter can be saved; if not, whoever is left behind will suffer forever.
The worst outcome is that the whole family is together.
After hanging up the phone, Lei Zhen faced the sea, listening to the waves surging, and a person emerged in his mind: Wu Mei.
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