Elf Dark Insect Master

Chapter 703 Chapter 1, the trigger

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"Alan, is that businessman still with you?"

"I went back to the city yesterday, what happened?"

"I have contacted the experts. They will issue experimental announcements one after another during this period to prove the effectiveness of the black gold fruit. However, we currently have too few fruits on hand. You can find a way to get more from them. If you can, If so, that’s all”

"I know, but father, why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just do as you are told."

"Yes."

Allen hung up the phone, his face expressionless, but veins appeared on the back of his right hand holding the live communicator.

His heart was roaring: "It happens again, it always happens again."

He felt that he had never been like this before. An idea that had always popped up from time to time was particularly strong at this moment. He wanted to get rid of his father.

I have always thought that since he was a child, his father has arranged various growth plans for him, asking him to do this and which one. Once he fails to do it well, he will not be punished, but will be left out. I don’t know when. Since then, some small factors accumulated over time have gradually turned him into this twisted character. On the surface, he is an excellent son of his father, and his father seems to have tried hard to get everything for him, including robbing him from the patriarch's son. When it came to the excellent dancing swan that didn't belong to him, no one knew that on some nights, he would even dream about some horrible things that he wanted to do with his own hands.

Last time, the two parties left their contact information and he quickly contacted the other party.

Wutong, who has returned to the city, is dealing with the pressure exerted on the members of the Revenge Mutual Aid Association from all sides.

Because after the meeting of the heads of the Mora family, they decided to control the Black Gold Fruit, so the first step was to shoot the leader.

These people have made great contributions to spreading the news about Wutong, and he will not throw them away as abandoned children.

But right now, pressure from gangsters, police and tax inspections, and other aspects are all targeting the families of nearly a hundred people. The gangsters are harassing their families' daily lives, while the official forces are finding various excuses to block their jobs and wages. , all with only one purpose.

In the alley, old Joseph was blocked. Several people with strange hoods on their heads blocked him in the corner and beat him severely.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting"

"I'm the one who beat you, stupid old guy"

The beating did not stop easily. The fifty-year-old man felt that his ribs had been broken by the kicks. His eyes were so full of blood, tears and swelling that the images and scenery in front of him were blurred. His ears were buzzing and roaring, and he could only keep saying: He repeated the words of begging for mercy, but his voice became weaker and weaker. However, his body and bones were still strong from years of toil, and he did not faint easily. But at the moment, this was not a good thing.

One of the hooded men with a very young voice saw the old man with blood all over his head, face and clothes. He angrily took back the foot he was planning to kick, but in the blink of an eye he spat on the messy short brown hair on his head. superior.

"Why don't you fucking foreigners understand?"

"Did someone come looking for you this morning? You stupid old dog still doesn't understand. Well, this is Mora City and you damn foreigners want you to sell those fruits. How dare you refuse?"

As he spoke, one of the hooded men used a hard leather shoe to kick the old man's calf bones hard. It was as if he could hear a crisp fracture, followed by the old man's unprecedented violent scream.

"The grass scares me to death"

"What the hell are you doing? If you kill someone, you'll be in trouble."

"Come on, come on! This smelly old man is shouting too loudly, someone is coming."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense. I can leave on my own. When people come, they will come. How dare those foreigners do anything to us?"

Several young men in hoods said this, but they didn't hesitate too much and hurriedly slipped out of the alley before anyone came.

When some nearby street residents who had the courage to gather a group entered the alley, they saw only an old man slumped against the wall, his head tilted to one side, his eyes closed, and the blood foam in his mouth made him slump. His gray beard and clothes on his chest were dyed a striking scarlet red.

People screamed, but there didn't seem to be much surprise deep in the voice. Some people called an ambulance, but they knew in their hearts that it might be of no use.

The communicator rang, and coincidentally, two messages came less than ten seconds after each other.

Wutong picked up one of them first.

"Why, oh, you need a batch of black gold fruits and I can't help you. Don't do that. I understand and I will give it to you. But in this way, I only have a little left. Don't bother with them anymore." , otherwise my work would be in vain.”

Wutong scolded this greedy brat in his heart, but if he hadn't known that this man was indeed an "upper-class person" facing this city, that is, Allen was a member of the Mora family, his discovery would have directly made Mo La The people of the La family are even more convinced that the black gold fruit can bring huge benefits, which happens to be different from the ordinary people's communication route taken by the members of the Revenge Mutual Aid Association, which makes up for it very well. He will not have to pretend to be a grandson during this period.

The effect is indeed good. He has been observing the spread of rumors and news. From the flow of trend charts produced by collecting a large amount of data, it can be seen that there is a potential force spreading and spreading propaganda through experts and some higher-level channels. Black Gold Fruit, if there is nothing wrong, it should be that Allen found a collaborator and tried to increase the value of the batch of Black Gold Fruit in his hand.

The greedy young man actually didn't know how experienced and capable the pudgy businessman he had been exploiting was in these matters.

Wutong took a few deep breaths, suppressed the discomfort that Allen had caused him, and then answered the second voice.

"You finally answered"

This number was the first member he picked up, the old farmer whose daughter was insulted in turn and had no way to help him. His name was Makuri, a common name in the Hezhong area, which means healthy and strong.

In terms of names, Wutong discovered that this world was not entirely similar to the world he knew. It had some unique and native elements, including language pronunciation and meaning.

Makuri's voice sounded heavy. It always felt like this, but this time, it was especially heavy.

Because after saying this sentence, he fell silent for ten seconds, and Wutong did not hear his second sentence.

Wutong didn't answer. After more than ten seconds, he asked.

"Is someone in big trouble?"

The message came from Makuri on the opposite side, and through the communicator, a small sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.

"Aru died. He was beaten to death in an alley on Swan Street. The hospital couldn't save him and declared him dead. His family was very poor. We collected some money and sent him to be cremated. But all day long, now I just contacted you."

Ma Kuli is not a person who is good at words, and even the content of his words is very unclear, but the overall timing is not bad, enough for Wutong to understand what happened.

Also, I heard his complaint.

Wutong fell silent. He could probably understand these people, because as the founder of this revenge mutual aid association, he had ignited their hope and anger. However, when such a big event happened, he could not contact them throughout the day.

The call was silent for a while, and was interrupted after a while.

When Marcus heard the hoarse voice on the other end, it was as usual with no fluctuations in tone. It was as if he could hear the voice and naturally emerge in his mind a calm young man's face with no change in expression. He was good-looking but unusually cold.

"Hand it over. I will advance the plan. You should inform others immediately and rush to trading location No. 3 at midnight tonight. The sooner the items are released, the safer you will be."