Upon hearing this, Belmode couldn't help but glance at the youngest son of the main house: "..." 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, it cannot be ruled out that this guy is the murderer, he just likes to pretend. Otherwise, if he goes back to the family, why would he specially invite a group of outsiders to accompany him? - No matter how timid he is, a man in his twenties or thirties cannot be afraid to go home alone.
After a brief period of confusion, Belmode suddenly thought of something.
She had a flash of inspiration, took out her phone, and quietly opened a hidden program.
——Anti-Dynasty League…
No, it’s a passerby mutual aid club.
"I am idle too. Instead of thinking alone, I might as well send it over and let them gamble on the murderer." Belmode touched his chin, "I don't want some small Wu coins, but it's just that there are many people and strong power. Collecting the analysis of those guys, it may be possible to see Uzzo's intention today, so that I can protect those two children."
In addition, speaking of this, I don’t know how many styles of Xiaowu coins the vodka guy has produced.
At present, according to Belmode's observation, their design prototypes seem to be the fancy business cards that Jiang Xia blew up.
"I remember when I was dressed as a school doctor at Didan Middle School, I occasionally saw some girls holding Jiangxia's business cards to exchange with each other. Judging from those business cards that are updated from time to time, there should be many types of corresponding Xiaowu coins... I really want vodka to send a layout to check it out. Unfortunately, that guy is probably not that easy to talk to in this regard."
While muttering in his heart, Belmode followed the crowd in a low-key manner and pushed open the door of the house.
...
The door at home.
In addition to the elderly Damen couple, there was also a maid in the family, Damen family’s eldest son, Damen family’s eldest daughter-in-law… and a lawyer found by the president of Damen.
Curacao wore ordinary short black hair, flat glasses on his nose, held a pen in his hand, and sat on the sofa in the living room professionally, listening to the old man opposite him chattering.
When people get older, they are always anxious. The younger they are, the more likely they are to be anxious about the passing time - of course the same is true for the president of the Damen.
Thinking of his stupid eldest son who was incompetent and thinking of the smart but unprofessional youngest son, the president of the main gate couldn't help but snorted coldly, regretting that he didn't have another third and fourth child.
But it was too late to regret now, so 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 a lot of complaints and recorded it in the notebook.
He seems to be a dedicated and reliable lawyer, but in fact, as an organization cadre, Curasoe made a trip to Tokyo, of course not to record a will for an elderly man, but...
"The cooperation was done well, but every time the power changed and I planned to pass the throne to the descendants, these old guys like to do something to whitewash."
Curacao sighed silently: "They don't really think that the organization is just an ordinary illegal enterprise. If you want to break off the connection, you can break off the connection at any time."
Curacao has seen too many similar people - organizations sometimes support their own forces, sometimes save costs, and directly cooperate with already formed companies.
Everyone chooses different ways of cooperation. When Rum establishes contact with these presidents, he always likes to play a pig and eat a tiger. He does not reveal the strength and identity of the organization, but will only appear in front of the opposite side as an ordinary illegal club.
This leads to the presidents who want to clean up the club and pass the family business to their sons cleanly, they will easily use the black-clothed organization to perform surgery... Until they are stabbed in reverse, they will suddenly realize that the degree of illegality of this group of people is far beyond their previous understanding.
"It is indeed a dangerous behavior to wash your hands in a golden basin..." Curaso rubbed the pen in his hand and looked at the president of the gate opposite. His eyes, which were blocked by flat-light lenses, slowly became cold and compassionate.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a vague conversation came from the yard, as if many people were walking towards the yard from the gate.
"Who is clamoring outside?" The president of the gate also heard the movement. He stood up and entered the corridor with great momentum. "Qusui! What's going on?!"
The maid passing by heard the call and stopped and replied: "Master, the second young master is back, and it seems that he has brought some guests."
"Guest?" The president of the gate first instinctively tidied up his clothes, and then snorted coldly, "What kind of guest is it that must be his friends who are not good at it. Such people dare to step into the gate of my house? I'll drive them away now!"
As he 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 took small steps and ran to the door first.
Curacao behind: "…"
...For some reason, my heart and eyelids were beating, as if something bad was about to happen.
She was about to observe from a distance from the past, but at this moment, her phone buzzed and a prompt popped up.
When Curacao heard this unique earthquake, he was silent for a moment, and his premonition of badness was unprecedentedly amplified.
She had a faint urge to throw her phone away, but her strong sense made her finally take out her phone and enter the mini program with a familiarity.
I looked closely and found out: In the mutual aid club of passers-by, someone met Uzzo by chance and opened a gambling plate.
After a closer look at the content, Curacao's eyes turned black.
——This guy is too ecstasy! She is obviously not in Tokyo anymore, so why would she meet him when she goes on a mission?
But now that things have come to this, it is not the time to worry about these things. What is important is what to do next.
"The only good news is that since I met Uzzo, there is no need to worry about the task of "eliminating him before the president of Damen completes the social change" - according to the character of the president of Damen that I have observed so far, he may not be able to live with Uzzo on the first night.
"That is, it doesn't make sense for me to stay here... I'll send a message to pretend there's an emergency work and drive back."
Thinking of this, Curacao stood up and planned to retreat politely.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
She quickly walked to the window and looked out, and saw that the car she was driving was slightly tilting strangely at this time. When she looked closely, it turned out that the tire on one side had flat.
Curacao: "…"
Uzzo—!!
Chapter completed!