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Time passes by minute by minute.

It was not until three minutes left before the time set for middle age that Zong Ren raised his head and pushed his glasses squintly: "It's been so long, I don't know what you're called, so I'll call you senior."

"In fact, I have no hatred in my heart for the series of targeted layouts you have made for the Divine Church."

"After all, before this, I was just an inconspicuous little person in the Divine Church."

"Now after the God Church is broken, what I get is far more than before."

"But if the Divine Cult is completely destroyed, then the hunting soul will never have any shields, so... we still have any use, right?"

Zong Ren's speech is not fast and his speech is orderly.

The sound was well controlled within a certain range and was not allowed to be heard by the boss of the bar Taichung far away.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but picked up a newspaper on the shelf and looked at it seriously, as if he had not heard Zong Ren's words at all.

Zong Ren was not impatient or impatient about this, but just waited quietly.

"You overestimate your value."

"Without a cult, we can find another demon sect, evil sect or something at any time."

"Even if there is no such thing, we hunt souls..."

"Are you really afraid of Mo Pavilion?"

Middle-aged man finally slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and said casually, looking at the time on his watch, sorting out his expensive suit, and getting up.

"I thought you would be smart."

"I overestimated you."

After saying that, middle-aged man walked away.

Zong Ren frowned slightly, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes hidden behind his glasses, but soon returned to nature.

He did not get up, but was still drinking the coffee on the table.

"But senior, if it's really as you said..."

"Then we have completely disappeared from history."

"I don't believe that you really missed a few bases and didn't notice it."

This time Zong Ren did not control his volume, and his voice kept echoing in the cafe.

But the boss was still in a state of wandering around, staring at the scenery outside the window with his eyes dazed, thinking about life.

"But it's still too naive to just negotiate with these."

"If it's a year later, I might still be interested."

"You're in a hurry."

The middle-aged man paused, turned his head and looked at Zong Ren at the coffee table, and chuckled and said, "Is there anything else? My time is really precious."

"I hope you won't slap my patience before I have no intention of killing you."

When middle-aged people speak, they always give people a sense of gentlemanship and their tone is even more gentle.
Chapter completed!