"Of course, this is part of the plan." Rocky nodded seriously, "Of course I will."
If I don't take advantage of this, I will really become an outsider, and I won't even get a share of the household slot.
After all, none of the three shares owned by Tongue belonged to Ulein, so in principle, Rhine could not get any share.
So you have to hurry over and take some credit.
Mina naturally saw through Rocky's thoughts completely.
This brainless and greedy guy is so easy to understand.
Then everything was in Teacher Isaiah's plan, so next she just needed to lure Rocky to the teacher, and the teacher would have ten thousand ways to get rid of him.
No one can escape from the clutches of Teacher Isaiah.
She thought so, and then set off with a smile.
Just a second before she left, something suddenly flashed through her mind, and then a strong sense of uneasiness surged in her heart.
There's something wrong with the wax figure.
Mina was a little confused.
Where is it?
What is going on?
Isaiah looked gloomily at the black businessman who came to ask for help.
"Please, please save us, Mr. Isaiah!" The black businessman's face was full of fear. "That guy is a lunatic. He is killing our people crazily. Our people can't stop him at all. We can only ask for help. Please save us, Mr. Isaiah!"
Isaiah said nothing, but walked quickly out of the hotel.
He could naturally feel the undisguised power.
But who is that guy?
The tongue is in Dera Town, and the hands and eyes are on the other side. Theoretically, it is impossible for them to be here now.
So who is that guy?
And according to the description of the black businessman leader behind him, that guy rushed directly into the black businessman headquarters and killed indiscriminately, killing more than a hundred black businessmen on duty in an instant, which forced the black businessman leader to find him.
But why would that guy target the black marketeers? Wasn't he his target?
Isaiah felt that the situation was gradually getting out of his control, and he couldn't find the reason, which naturally made him feel bad.
But he still rushed to the black marketeer's headquarters as quickly as possible, but it was already dead silent here, with corpses and debris everywhere, and only the crackling sound of burning flames.
Isaiah took a quick glance.
Everything is ruined.
Those well-known gold merchants in other places, those elite men who have been struggling in the underworld for who knows how many years, are now burning in the flames, like slaughtered pigs.
Isaiah narrowed his eyes slightly, and then looked at the instigator of all this, the figure standing in the wreckage, as if covered in swords and fire.
"So—" Isaiah said slowly, "Who are you?"
The other party heard the voice and turned to look at Isaiah.
"You—" He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse like burning wood, "Are you a black marketeer?"
"What does this have to do with potatoes?"
"If you are not interested, please leave." The other party said politely.
“Oh?” Isaiah asked. “What if I am?”
As soon as the sound of the sword fell, Isaiah felt his body go cold, as if he was being stared at by the god of death.
"Then I can only--" Lyle said softly, "Please come with me."
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