As the conflict gradually escalated, someone came to the circle of onlookers. The emblem drawn on his cloak made the person who was originally thinking of cheering and cheering closed his mouth peacefully. Just as he was thinking that the shopkeeper of Mr. Liang quickly pulled away to prevent himself from being split in half.

The troublemaker seemed to know the identity of the cloaked man, and immediately stopped moving, feeling a little regretful for his impulse just now-

But if he has a brain, he will not be stupid until he remembers and regrets it.

Seeing the troublemaker being taken away, everyone dispersed with boredom, only the boss helped up the cage that had fallen to the ground, and then picked up a cage that had been smashed into sewage and walked towards the back of the shop.

"Come out and wash it yourself!"

...

The cloaked man handed the man to another person, and he returned to a small house. Looking at the empty seats, he shook his head leisurely, opened a medium-sized communication terminal, looked at the number of last communication time, and frowned slightly.

His men have not sent him a signal for more than twelve hours, and the agreed time is to send it once every three hours.

"Is something wrong?" he whispered, squeezing the terminal's controller slightly.

"What kind of waves can a small pharmaceutical company make?" - He was a little upset about his contempt when he received the commission, and then came back to his senses to adjust the channel and sent a question to his employer.

"There is obviously a problem in Rhode Island. My man completely lost the signal last night, and he didn't even have time to send out the emergency signal."

After a moment of waiting, the other end responded: "The compensation for losing people is already on the way."

Seeing that his employer was so generous, his originally frowning brow gradually stretched out.

"Is this employer so easy to talk to?" he said to himself, showing an inspiration - should I send someone else?

As long as you keep monitoring, you can make money, and you can get satisfactory compensation if you lose it. Where can you have such a good task?

But then, a contract deadline was sent to his email address, which made him look regretful.

"Dadadada--" A crisp knock on the door sounded, and then another message was received from his terminal: "My person is here."

"Understand." He affirmed, walked over and opened the door.

The contract was handled in a particularly smooth manner, and there was no mistake in the money. The employer's messenger looked like an elegant and upright Victoria, even so elegant that it brought some discomfort to people.

However, when he accidentally noticed the messenger walking towards the local mercenary organization, he frowned again.
Chapter completed!