Section 191 Internal fighting

This is a dilemma.

Neither positive or negative, it is not the result that Blanche wants.

She felt a very powerless sense of exhaustion... For a long time, Blanche has always believed that knowledge and wisdom are the roots of guiding mankind toward the glory of civilization. No matter how strong the power of evolving people is, it will eventually be replaced by advanced science and technology. This also made her feel instinctively arrogance in front of Wang Biao and others. However, the appearance of Boris made her feel that her ideas were ridiculous, and wisdom and wrists were simply incomparable in the face of absolute power. For example, now, this elegant black parasite does not need any so-called politeness at all, but tells herself directly--promise, you can live. If you refuse, you will die.

"Dear Mr. Boris, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Blanche quickly turned countless thoughts in her mind. She smiled slightly, "As far as I know, there are not many people in Yinyue City who are sucking "Jet" in Yinyue City. Even if you agree to your request to give exclusive management rights, the income is not as impressive as you imagine. You should understand that Yinyue is a newly established new city, and most of the residents here are from the wilderness..."

"I know very well that they are all refugees in the wilderness-"

Boris laughed "haha" and leaned forward, saying in a deep voice, "You are a very smart woman, and you are very comprehensive in your mind. However, there are many seemingly impossible things in this world that can be changed according to our requirements. I will whip a rotten wolf with a whip and let it give up the habit of eating meat as I ask, and feed on leaves and grass roots. It refuses, and I will cut off its limbs with a knife. If it still insists on not giving up,

Then I cut off its head and look for a new rotten wolf that can be trained to accept vegetarian food. Haha! The same is true for humans. Since they don’t like “Jet”, I don’t mind using some compulsory tricks to force them to change their minds. For example, let them try for free, or give these stubborn guys a shot, so that they can personally experience the joy and stimulation that this little blue cute brings to their bodies... Believe me, they will like it."

Blanche was very calm on the surface, but she was trembling deep in her heart. Two minds of anger and fear were intertwined wildly. After a long time, she reluctantly smiled and said, "Doing this will ruin Yinyue City."

"Absolutely not-"

Boris was still smiling, but his eyes became cold: "Only those who have personally tried the magical taste of "Jet" will develop a stronger desire for possession. They will work harder and use every harvest to exchange "Jet". Of course, excessive fatigue and nerve damage will make them die faster and earlier. But this is not a problem. The wilderness is full of refugees, and many people know that there is clean water under the land. They will quickly replace the dead guys and become new buyers, and we can also get a new source of income - you must know that the food in this world is very precious, cutting off the meat from the corpse and making it into a marinated product for sale, which can make a lot of money."

Blanche was instinctively about to retort, but saw Boris put away the smile on his face and said coldly and seriously: "I have shown enough sincerity, but you'd better not challenge my patience too much. Yes, the goods on the truck outside are indeed very important, but this cannot be the capital for you to bargain or even refuse. If this conversation exceeds my patience, the entire management of Yinyue City will be completely cleaned. You are a smart woman, don't take my words seriously. After all, the goods are goods, and even if they are damaged, we can continue to produce. But life is different. Dead people will never be resurrected-"

"Enough-"

Wang Biao roared and suddenly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Boris. Before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly heard a burst of rapid gunfire from outside.

The faces of the three people in the room suddenly changed. Blanche fell into anxiety, Wang Biao was obviously a little annoyed, and as for Boris... he was unconcealed with anger.

"You damn bastard, you went back on your word. Are you really not afraid of death?"

Boris roared and jumped up from the chair, rushed to Wang Biao at a ghostly speed, grabbed his throat tightly with his left hand and squeezed it against the wall, and his right hand, which was clenched into a fist, smashed it hard towards the opponent's left shoulder. With a crisp burst sound, Wang Biao's shrugged shoulders immediately collapsed, and the violent pain quickly spread to the brain's perception center, bringing thick blood vessels that were wriggling like earthworms on both sides of his neck.

"My goods... no, I'm going to kill everyone in this city and use their heads to offset my losses-"

Boris stared at the painful face opposite, maliciously tilted Wang Biao's cheek with his powerful thumb, allowing him to feel that death might be approaching at any time in an almost suffocating environment.

"Hu, Huhu...your goods... should not be damaged."

Wang Biao, who was covered in purple, grabbed the hand that was holding his throat hard and said with difficulty: "I...I didn't, I heard...explosion."

Boris was stunned and subconsciously let go of the tiger's mouth, allowing Wang Biao to slide to the ground like a dead fish whose muscles were removed. He turned around and was about to open the door and go out to see what was going on. As soon as his fingertips touched the handrail, he felt a huge energy fluctuation coming from outside the door. He instinctively hid behind the wall. Just as his body left the door frame, a violent fist from the outside to the inside smashed the heavy door panel into pieces, scattered into countless tiny pieces of wood chips, and fell on the clean floor of the office.

A tall brown-haired man strode in, his hands were rolled up with cuffs, rolled up over his elbows, with a cruel smile on his face, and his handsome face exuded a chilling horror.

"Brook? You, what are you doing here?"

Seeing the person's face clearly, Boris couldn't help but feel strong anger. He took a step forward to block the door and roared: "I have repeatedly told you to stay in the car. What have you done? What about that batch of goods? Are there any losses?"

"Don't talk to me in that kind of teaching tone-"

Brooke glanced at him arrogantly, strode into the room without any hesitation, sat down on the chair that originally belonged to Boris, and smiled in a slight smile: "It's too boring to stay in the car. I left enough people to guard the convoy. The soldiers in this city are actually pretty good. I killed several of them in one go. They didn't even dare to let go, let alone blow up the truck. These guys are really good at saving their lives, hahaha! Don't worry, Uncle Boris, no one dares to touch the goods-"

Boris took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and slowly let go, saying with a serious expression: "...You are playing with fire. This batch of goods is very important. If something goes wrong, don't say it's me, even your father, Klester, will be implicated."

"Enough-"

This sentence pierced like a thorn into the most sensitive part of Brook's heart. He put away the hypocritical smile on his face, jumped out of the chair like a cat with his tail stepped on. He stared at Boris with his eyes wide open and stared at the dark-skinned Boris, and roared like a beast: "You don't need you to teach me a lesson. I've been tolerated for too long. Don't let my father's name be used as a threat. Tell me a thousand words, you're just a humble nigger-"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Boris's shining eyes, and then quickly disappeared without a trace. He didn't like Brooke, an self-righteous playboy. If it weren't for the sake of his old friend Klester, he would have beaten this ignorant young man into a scumbag.

He knew very well that the reason why the soldiers of Yinyue City did not blow up the truck, but allowed Brooke to rush into the office building without any obstruction was entirely because of Wang Biao's previous order of "no attack without orders". People who were far weaker than him understood that the batch of goods was their only reliance. Therefore, they would never dare to attack easily, nor would they allow the convoy to transfer from the encirclement. To put it bluntly, both sides showed their weaknesses, and it was precisely because of this that although he seriously injured Wang Biao, Blanche did not issue a counterattack. The development of the matter was in a very subtle and could be broken at any time.

"Magic Claw" is a huge institution that requires tens of thousands of funds to maintain daily operations. In this world, there is no industry that makes more profitable than selling "Jet", and its profitability can even reach more than ten times. Of course, even the senior management of "Magic Claw" understands the harm brought by "Jet". Therefore, they always expand the scope of goods to other uncontrolled cities, and will not easily kill the original managers of the city or replace them. There are two main reasons: First, "Magic Claw" does not have so many people to control the city. Second: Once all the original management teams are killed, the city itself will inevitably fall into chaos, and may even completely collapse or collapse, and be abandoned. In this way, not only will the purpose of selling goods in exchange for profit, it will also greatly increase the reputation of other cities with "Magic Claw".

Although the reputation of "Claws" is not very good, between "bad" and "bad", the former is obviously a little bit better than the latter.

The negotiations with Blanche are, to put it bluntly, threats. Boris is very clear about what means to force the other party to submit, but he never thought of killing Wang Biao or Blanche. If he could use material to lure the other party to accept his various terms, the results and benefits would be rich beyond imagination.

Besides, Blanche gave him a very good feeling. This woman is not pretty, but for some reason, Boris always had the urge to get her to the bed to strip her naked and ravage her wildly. Of course, what he needed was definitely not rape. It was a brainless violent act of a barbarian. Boris always thought that he was a noble and powerful figure. He liked women willingly stripping naked and actively cooperating. This required a comprehensive comparison of money, character, wisdom, and even means and conspiracy. Only in this way can Boris have a strong sense of conquest while also experiencing the pleasure of passion and desire reaching the peak at the same time.

Now, damn Brooke ruined it all.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was a burning flame of anger rising in my heart.

He suddenly became violent and cursed at Brooke fiercely: "Shut up, if I hear a word from your stinky mouth again, I will beat you to a disabled person now. Even if Klester and President are here, I will still beat your genitals back into your stomach and seal them forever."

Brooke stared at Boris, who was as angry as an angry lion, and opened his mouth for a long time. His pale face turned red because of shame and anger. He raised his right hand and pointed it slightly, and said in disbelief: "...you, dare you scold me?"

"If you weren't Klester's son, I'd already dug out your internal organs and feed them to the dog-"

Boris shouted sternly: "From now on, stay in this room honestly. If you dare to cause trouble and cause any accidents, don't blame me for being ruthless. Klester is very energetic and the lifespan of a parasite is long enough. As long as he wants, he can get a bunch of women and give birth to ten or eight. Remember - he doesn't lack you, a son,"

Brooke only felt that his eardrum was hurting badly. Boris's voice was too loud, almost deafing him. The "buzzing" echoes interfered with the normal thinking of the brain, and even made him feel a little bit of a headache. But Brooke had no intention of resisting or being furious. The only thing he could do was to suppress every trace of hatred in his heart, and his face fell on the chair with a grim look, staring at the black figure standing in front of him with hatred eyes that seemed to be able to swallow people alive.

He finally saw a little bit of the truth-Boris could cut off his head at any time as long as he wanted. Indeed, this dirty nigger was no match for his father, but he could kill him at will.

It is not wise to go against him at this time.

Be patient! As long as you leave this damn city and return to the "Claw" headquarters, I will have enough time to clean up you slowly...

The atmosphere in the office fell into a very strange state of calm.

After glanced at Brooke who was staring at him with a sinister look, Boris walked to Wang Biao in anger, grabbed his intact right shoulder, dragged him to a chair against the wall, took out a flat-shaped silver wine pot from his coat pocket, unscrewed the lid and handed it over.

This is a pure whiskey with extremely strong alcoholic nature. The hot and fiery liquid flows directly into the stomach and abdomen along the throat, stimulating the dying Wang Biao to wake up a little immediately, and the pain in his left shoulder that was broken by a heavy punch also slowed down a lot.

"I don't have time to play verbal words with you-"

Boris looked at Blanche next to him coldly: "Reject or accept, give me an answer immediately-"

"I can't accept your terms."

Blanche took her eyes off the injured Wang Biao, looked at Boris without fear, and said calmly: "You can conduct any form of material transactions in Yinyue City, but you can't sell "Jet". This is my answer."

"The cheap bitch-"

Before Boris could reply, Brooke, who was sitting behind him, had already roared repeatedly: "Let me give you an injection. After trying that kind of pleasure that is about to die, I think you will continue to be stubborn?"

Boris frowned, but did not stop him. He looked at Blanche with a gloomy face and said, "You heard what he said is what I want to express."

Although there is a dispute between the two people due to differences in identity and status, they are common in terms of actual interests.

Blanche suddenly laughed. There were fear and despair in her eyes, and more so were cold decisiveness and despair.

"This is the city I built. I watched it grow step by step, from an insignificant town, slowly becoming majestic and spectacular. I know almost everyone in this city. The land they cultivate is approved by me, and the street paving and area division are also made by myself. It is no exaggeration to say that it is my child, allowing a mother to promise to bring dirty things like "Jet" into her child's body, hahaha! Dear Parasitor, do you think it is possible?"

"You damn bitch-"

Upon hearing this, Brooke, who was furious, jumped up from the chair again, waving his fist to hit Blanche on the head, but was slapped by Boris, who was gloomy next to him and turned around.

"I said, let you shut up your stinky mouth-"

He strode to the desk, and a faint light shone deep in Boris's pupils. He spread his hands to support the table, leaned his whole body forward, and approached Blanche's nose. After looking at her for a long time, he asked coldly: "What do you really think?"

Blanche nodded calmly.

"Do you know, I like you very much, but this cannot be a reason for you to stop or even go against my will."

Boris raised his right fist with a ferocious expression and gently beat the smooth table: "I asked you one last time, accept it or refuse?"

"There is no need to ask around, you should have known the answer long ago."
Chapter completed!