"You heard it right, and I wasn't wrong."

"No."

Hawke frowned and said, "After the name of the textile cloth comes out, shouldn't it be handed over to you? Good guy, this old guy Sloan gave me a secret?"

MMP.

I'm playing rules with you, do you want to be a damn move?

Want me to turn over the table?

Firefox said: "The list of destiny targets is made through me, but the list of successors is not. Everyone who goes to search for them is decided by Sloan. I just need to keep the textile fabric of the successor."

Hawke frowned.

"Yeah?"

"I have said that I will help you, there is no need to deceive you in this matter."

"Too."

Hawke nodded and touched his chin: "Is there a name?"

This is the same as when you first come into contact, and it is the same thing. The first one is often the easiest to attract favorable feelings.

Isn't this the case with Hawk and Firefox?

Firefox shook his head directly: "I said I will help you, but I will only help you within the rules. Unless the mechanic's contact fails, I cannot reveal my name. Moreover, you don't have to worry. Even if the mechanic finds the heir to the cross, your votes will be enough."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

“That’s right.”

"Sloan has already stated that he will vote for you. You should be able to get my vote, my vote, your pharmacist's vote. In this case, four votes to three votes, you will still win."

"Ha ha."

Hawke waved his hand and was about to say something that he would not have done anything before he came out, he happened to see the pharmacist coming out of the kitchen.

His face was flushed.

Behind...

And the butcher with a blushing face.

WTF!

Hawke's eyes fell directly on the pharmacist who was just turning his gaze over.

Four eyes are opposite.

Next second.

The pharmacist seemed to be like a frightened little rabbit, and directly avoided Hawk's gaze.

The butcher standing aside showed a sarcastic smile at Hawke, hugged the pharmacist's shoulder, and looked at Hawke.

The pharmacist who was hugged by the butcher looked like a delicate and somewhat embarrassed little girl.

"I'm fucking..."

Hawke's mouth twitched slightly a few times, turned around and smiled at the Firefox, who also saw this imaginative picture, "It's true that there are four votes to three votes, we are three, Sloan four."

When the Firefox saw this scene, he knew what was going on. He listened to this sentence and looked at Hawk, shook his head and said, "Who told you to do it faster than them."

Hawke's eyebrows pounded.

How much does this mean?

I'm not at the point where I have to sell my own color in order to get ahead.

not to mention……

I am a man and I like girls!

The kind of pure girl.

Mutant or flexible women are not my food.

Hawke pulled the corner of his mouth.

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Chapter completed!