The closed door was finally pushed open from the outside to the inside.

Watching the faint light in the middle of the crack in the door slowly thickened, enlarged, and finally expanded into a dazzling blazing, Bergson's heart gradually climbed from the bottom of the abyss, jumping up, and his silent eyes raised and widened with hope. Just like a fanatical gambler who bets all his chips, waiting for the moment of opening his trump card in hesitation, wandering, and anxious mind. When the thick door was completely open and a black figure appeared in the center of the light curtain, hanging high almost

The heart that was about to jump out of his throat instantly slid down, and his eyes that were so hot that they were about to spit out of fire quickly dimmed. Like all the gamblers who placed their destiny and hope on a small card, Bergson, with anger and unwillingness to be plundered from all the chips, and with complete despair of the future and fear of death, as if a deflated ball, collapsed and leaned against the surface of the chair. With a look of hatred but trembling fear, he stared at the figure walking from the door and getting closer.

It was a beautiful face.

The white and greasy jade-colored skin as fine porcelain, simple lines outline a handsome and soft face. The mysterious temperament revealed in the deep black eyes is combined with the hardness of the male revealed by the short hair on the head, which has a kind of tenderness and sexy that makes people want to get close to, but at the same time releases a heart-pounding depth and power.

Bergson's eyes were full of resentment. He was very familiar with this face. Just under the silver lampstand on the left side of the desk, there was also a photo of Lin Xiang taken from the front. But no matter how you look at it, the faces in the photo lacked thrilling beauty compared to the real person who actually sat in front of him, as well as the coldness and murderous intent that shocked everything.

"...Are you here to kill me?"

After saying that, Bergson felt a little regretful. In this case, such a problem is obviously too redundant.

Lin Xiang stared at his face, as if he wanted to see through his skin and muscles through his soul wrapped around all the surface attachments. After a long time, he slowly said: "You should feel lucky. If Gliffiz dies, you can't sit here."

The black eyes opposite the desk were very beautiful. But Bergson did not want to be watched by such a terrible gaze. It was filled with coldness and sharpness, like ice that never melted for thousands of years, like a knife that was ingested into his body. He could not bear it either the former or the latter.

He is an experienced businessman, good at finding clues that may be used from all seemingly ordinary words. The sentence just now is no exception - although the other party's tone was cold, Bergson clearly heard the opportunity to live.

It turns out that I don’t have to die!

The strong psychological gap, like a cardiac intensifier with a geometric multiple increase in the efficacy of the medicine, penetrated into the center of Bergson's nearly exhausted brain. He tried his best to urge his mind, which had reached the edge of despair, and regained the fanatical speed. The almost stagnant liquid in the blood vessels also accelerated the flow rate. The heat from the body made Bergson's face, as pale as dead, slimming, reveal a hint of excitement of blood dizziness again.

With an incredible and uncertain judgment, Bergson gritted his teeth hard, opened his eyes wide, and asked in a trembling tone: "If possible... I, I want to hear your conditions first."

This is an instinctive businessman thinking.

Everything in this world can be used as exchange. Life and money, hatred and interests, as long as you put enough chips on one end of the balance, it is entirely possible to balance seemingly unfair transactions.

Bergson knew this truth. He was very smart and rationally before Lin Xiang, saying the other party's intentions that had not yet been expressed but were obvious.

Lin Xiang looked at him calmly, with a faint smile on his soft lips.

"Five thousand tons of food, five hundred tons of oil, five hundred tons of cement, ten kilograms of enriched uranium, or ore and waste with equivalent energy. Six hundred tons of salt can meet the fabric or clothes needed by 5,000 people. In addition, I also need some domesticated livestock such as pigs, cows, chickens. In terms of weapons, there are 2,000 guns, one million bullets, ten 105 mm caliber howitzers, twenty sixty mm mortars, five thousand shells, and ten tons of antibiotics and daily life-saving medicines."

Lin Xiang's voice was very light, but clear enough. Every pause made Bergson feel a pain of being torn apart with the impact of a heavy hammer. He gritted his teeth tightly, trying to keep his face calm and calm, subconsciously revealing the unnatural flushed as white as possible.

It was an incredibly large list of goods. If another person had been replaced and raised in another completely different environment, Bergson would roar without hesitation and throw the arrogant and ignorant guy out of the window of the office.

But now it is different. He did not express any rejection or denial of this list. Instead, he took the blank letter paper and pen with the Luton family's single-handed lion pattern from the document shelf next to the office, and listed all the contents he heard in his ears one by one.

A few minutes later, the paper with words was placed in front of Lin Xiang. At the end of all items, a corresponding number was marked. Some were exactly in line with the required content, some were about 80% or 90%, and some were only half or even less. Generally speaking, most of the cuts were materials such as energy and weapons. As for food and other daily necessities, the cuts were not much.

Lin Xiang looked carefully at the numbers on the paper page. The room immediately fell into a dull and quiet state. Apart from the occasional screams and body collisions from outside the thick door, the only thing Bergson could hear was to make a heavy breath from his mouth and nose.

In this fearful and silent atmosphere, the door of the void was pushed open again - Yang Hua, covered in blood, walked in with a light step. Judging from the plain and soothing expression on his face, the shocking minced flesh and semi-coagulated stains on the surface of his body obviously belonged to another person. His left hand was carrying a head that had just been cut off and had blood dripping from the broken neck. Although the deceased's hair was held upside down and grabbed between his fingers, the white eyelids also blocked the direction of his eyes. However, with the general appearance and basic shape of the head, Bergson could still judge that it was the two-star parasitic killer he had hired for a large amount of 8 million yuan, Bill.

"Are you sure that there are only so many that can be taken out?" Lin Xiang finally spoke, his eyes became deeper, his voice became more melodious and magnetic.

Merchants will lie, and Bergson is no exception. Especially in terms of money. But now he has no idea about this - the bloody head in Yang Hua's hand was like an extremely heavy rock, crushing the little bit of luck that just emerged from his heart without mercy.

"If the reserve materials from other branches are added, the defined quantity can indeed be reached. However, this will take time."

Looking at the cold gaze shot out from Lin Xiang's eyes, Bergson, who was sweating profusely, quickly added: "The data at the last list is the share that can be taken out now."

Lin Xiang stared at his slightly trembling face seriously and nodded slowly without losing his rhythm: "I promised Otilia not to kill you, which does not mean that others do not have this right. You are a smart person and should be able to understand what I said-"

The blood vessels on Bergson's forehead kept bulging and his face was terrifyingly pale. For a moment, he suddenly sighed, as if all the power in his body had been taken away. He shook his head dejectedly and nodded again.

"Very good! It seems that we have reached an agreement on compensation. Next, we can maintain this good atmosphere and continue to talk about cooperation." Lin Xiang suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and smiled. His smile always had a strange charm.

"Cooperate?" Bergson was a little confused.

"I don't want to destroy the integrity of Sosbia. Since you have brought out the compensation materials that satisfy me, I should also make a corresponding statement."

As he said that, Lin Xiang stretched out his slender fingers and drew an irregular circle on the smooth table: "Maintain the independence of Emma City, no armed personnel must be stationed in any form, and all material transaction taxes from Yinyue Town are exempted. Of course, I will not let you suffer any losses. Sosbia will be fully protected by the "Vulture" mercenary group, including caravan guards and full-service for city safety."

"Don't need a commission?" Bergson was excited. Armed guards would require a lot of expenses. If they could borrow the opponent's strength to offset the losses in this area, it would be a good deal.

"Of course it is necessary-"

Lin Xiang crushed his unrealistic fantasy without any discussion. "However, since it is cooperation, the commission amount will be at least cheaper than the waste you hire now."

As he said that, he glanced at the head that was brought into Yang Hua's hand vaguely: "You should be very clear about the strength we have."

The muscles on Bergson's face twitched, and he tweeted his fingers hard, begging painfully: "I admit that I have made unforgivable mistakes in dealing with Yinyue Town. But you have received enough compensation, why do you have to fully control Sosbia in armed terms? IMHO, this is really..."

"You have no choice-"

Lin Xiang's tone was calm, but full of undeniable meaning: "If I wanted, I could take everything from your warehouse, and not even a needle would be left behind. But I didn't do this, Sosbia is still yours, and Galgassoni Castle is still the last name Luton. As an additional gift, I helped you clean up those annoying relatives. Now Sosbia is really yours. You are a businessman, just make sure you have enough profits and benefits. As for the rest, you can leave it to me to help you manage it."

"But..." Bergson, who was full of pain, was still struggling.

"Nothing is true. You have no choice. Many people from the Luton family have died, but it is not impossible to find one or two survivors. If you jump out of the back window now, I promise that within five minutes, another Luton will sit in your seat." Lin Xiang's voice was soft, magnetic, but it made people feel extremely cold.

Bergson felt his heart tearing apart, and he completely lost his composure. He stared at his blood-filled red eyes, and his trembling fingers slashed out a light white dent on the hardwood table, like a wounded wolf, wailing in a hoarse voice: "...It turns out that you have planned all this long ago."

"If you are not so eager to do it, our cooperation will continue in another more gentle way. Unfortunately, there is no if in this world."

As he said that, Lin Xiang picked up the pen on the table and placed it slowly and firmly in front of him.

"Why don't you kill him? In that case, we can get more things. Everything about Sosbia will belong to us." When leaving the room and walking to the stairs at the end of the passage, Yang Hua finally couldn't bear it and asked in confusion.

"Robbery and breeding are two completely different concepts."

Lin Xiang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two and handed them over: "With our current ability, we have no way to digest the entire Sosbia. Killing all members of the Luton family will lead to the complete collapse of Sosbia. The development of Yinyue Town requires materials, commodity circulation, and many things that cannot be met by a single force. Commercial operations are not as simple as growing crops in the fields. We do not have so many trustworthy managers. Before there is no better replacement, the best way is to let Sosbia exist in the original fixed model. As long as we firmly grasp the powerful force, we can empty the Luton family's warehouse like now. Killing Bergson is tantamount to killing chickens and getting eggs. We have shown Sosbia enough force to be strong. He will cooperate with us. Of course, this situation will not last forever, but judging from the current actual situation, simply harvesting without more consideration for management is most in our interests."

Yang Hua did not reach out to receive the cigarette. He looked at Lin Xiang silently, neither agreeing with this theory nor giving more reasons to object. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and shook his head with an incredible expression: "...You really opened your mouth. There are 5,000 tons of food! When I was wandering in the wilderness with my wife and son, I never dreamed that precious food could be calculated using an extremely large amount of "tons".

"Not having contact with it does not mean it will never be possible."

Lin Xiang smiled faintly and handed the cigarette in his hand closer to him. This seemingly ordinary action made Yang Hua feel very puzzled. He looked at Lin Xiang strangely and shrugged: "You seem to have forgotten that I can't smoke."

Lin Xiang was stunned, looked at him, then looked at the cigarette in his hand, and laughed in silence.

The thick tweed curtains firmly block the faint morning light of Emma from the windows.

The bedroom is not big, a bed enough for two people to sleep in, a simple dressing table, and a three-door stand cabinet. The remaining space is barely enough for passage.

Lin Xiang leaned quietly against the head of the bed, and the thin white sheet spread out from his muscular chest tilted downward. Through the complex curve formed by the concave and convexity of the fabric surface, it can be seen that his body hidden under the sheet was as naked as the exposed part.

"Are you really not going to go back to Yinyue Town with me?" Lin Xiang's voice was a little erratic, as if he was thinking about something.

Lin Xiang nodded silently, and gently pinched her fingers along the beautiful curve of her back. After a long time, he sighed softly: "...I don't want you to encounter any more dangers. You must know..."

"I'm not a little girl."

Elena buried her face in Lin Xiang's chest, hugged her tightly, and murmured in an extremely attached and firm tone: "You have to do many important things. Don't spend all your thoughts on me. I am not as fragile as you imagine. Girls coming out of the wilderness know how to protect themselves. I can use guns, throw grenades, and use rpg rocket launchers to bombard the guys I don't like to the sky."

"But..." Lin Xiang didn't want to give up his point of view.

"Nothing is not true."

Elena interrupted him again: "The development of Yinyue Town requires more resources, and Gliffiz and I will do our best to help you. You are my man, and I don't want you to become a waste who can only show off in bed. Doing is not the whole of life. You should stand higher and see further-"

Looking at those beautiful big eyes, Lin Xiang nodded slowly and seriously.

Elena smiled, smiling sweetly, with indescribable charm and sweetness, and said softly: "It's breakfast time now, you should understand what to do."

Lin Xiang sat up and glanced at her: "I have to admit that your sexual digestive ability is not as strong as ordinary..."

Soon, the squeaking sound of the shaking bed sounded again. During this period, heavy breathing of men and women mixed with flesh and blood.

Next door, Gliffiz, whose fat face was covered with bandages, was lying on his head among a bunch of dishes and eating and drinking.
Chapter completed!