Zhou Junjie once had a dream in "Ziotinche". When I was dreaming, he wasn't smart, he was simple in character, but he wasn't rubbing. It was pure.
"Damn it... I'm doing it square and square..."
Zhou once knew certain facts and cried without eyes.
Zhou Junjie once tried to be a professional gamer. But the tested game was unsavory. Competition organizers and handsome professional aspirational gamers were adhering, and it was a complete race to be made. A handsome gamer who had been confirmed to win had given up cheat-performing characters and equipment from the host company to use.
Later, the verifications of the aspirants proved that the unlikely numbers were cheats and that the cheats were involved in the operation of the host company in areas where they could not interfere from the player side. But both the hosts and the handsome gamers shimmered, and they made their fortune.
"Then the boss stepped off the road and fell, and his life began, and he fell to the point where he fell."
Hiroshi says in an old-fashioned tone.
"Don't call it a falling life. Well, I learned. No matter what dirty imitation, the winner wins, and the loser doesn't have a valve. But I just lost then. And then I beat them."
Ever since he became a Mafia executive, Hirofumi has dropped off perfectly. Dirty company operations, officers, and handsome pro-gamers all strangled and dumped in the Dove River.
"But thanks to the lack of guts to succumb to just one setback, I still wonder if I'm going to live a life like this now. What would have happened if I hadn't abandoned my dreams like that"
"I was still young, too, so I was mentally weak. It broke my heart so lightly, I couldn't stand it."
Zhou argues with the eulogy of saying whatever you want.
"Mental weakness won't have changed at all, even now that I'm old. Thanks to you, I'm struggling a little, so don't..."
"I don't need a sermon. Yikes. Then think about investigating the hostilities and Marcella's plan to fall back in love with me."
"The word" fall back in love "is a mistake. That bitch just used her boss, and she didn't care about her boss."
"Uh, I can't hear you."
Zhou pressed his ear and called, that's when he gets the call. The target was Junko.
"Hello?"
"Boss, I've told you many times when you're on the phone with someone outside, turn on the speaker properly and let me hear it in real time, too. There are many things that a boss can't handle by negotiating directly, and in the first place, it is not desirable for the boss to negotiate directly."
"Ah, loud. Excuse me. What can I do for you?"
Zhou puts him in speaker mode, as he was told, even as he pushes the erudite that drips his sermon in his ear.
'Sounds clear. I've seen a lot of research, and I'm totally satisfied. "
"The guy who remodeled it was pretty much killed, too. I was hoping to make a few extra modifications."
"No compulsion. It's against my aesthetics."
Hirofumi wonders how she can make a decision, such as whether Junko stabs the nail, but is forced. If the constituents are ordered from above, they can't defy any irrational orders, so that's no longer the same as compulsion.
'So, hey, I actually made the call to recommend a more risky modification - Of course, I would recommend high risk, but returns are commensurate with that. It's likely to die or become imperfect or obsolete, but you can gain great strength. "
"Ugh... mmm... That's..."
Zhou roared. Now, thanks to Ondrei, it is not an advantage, but there is no guarantee that it can be maintained. Rather, because this one has shown an overwhelming advantage, it is also possible that multiple hostile forces will join hands and attack together. The situation still does not allow prediction.
I want power. But while I told him not to impose it, he made me glimpse candy under the condition that it would be a nasty experimental bench with a good chance of dying, and Zhou no longer knew how to respond. Hirofumi recognized that he was imposing, but Zhou didn't think it was imposing that he was ordering his men to be sorted.
Then you can give orders to your men, but Zhou's head can tell you something. If a heavily empowered subordinate gasps in agony, loses his sanity, and there is a good chance that he will strike at the perimeter where he gave such a ruthless order. Anyway, Zhou is a very popular boss in the organization, and Zhou is aware of it.
"Ok. Please do."
Zhou was surprised as Hakufumi spoke from the side.
"Stay thankful. Then you can always bring the retrofitter to the lab."
The phone gets hung up.
"Are you sure? Who do you pick to make them modify?
"I'll go"
Zhou was even more surprised by the words returned from the mouth of Hiroshi.
The venue for negotiations with the Athletic Slime immigrants led by Marcella became an underground parking lot.
True, Li Lei, Zhang Qiang, Coconut, and Grandson take an elevator down to the underground parking lot.
"Already. Underground parking is the place you promised to go to for a dong."
"The factory and the harbor. The factory is a meat factory or something."
Zhang Qiang and Lin whisper to each other.
"I've also heard that hand conversation many times since falling into the back streets"
"Me too."
True and Lei whisper to each other.
"Rather, we can say that at the time we chose the negotiating place for underground parking, we are likely to dong patsy"
And, grandson.
When we got to the underground parking lot, the other side was already waiting. The number is twelve, including Marcella.
At a time when the majority is leading, you're also assuming that negotiations have failed and become a donkey.
Li Lei thinks and smiles sneakingly.
"A few - it's an interactive mood between old underground organizations. You've been watching and admiring that kind of thing in the movies?
Zhang Qiang spoke voluntarily, and the content was provocative, so Li Lei slapped Zhang Qiang's head flat from the side.
"Excuse me. This guy is stupid..."
"No, that's what I thought, too. I was wondering if it was a little rough. But there's a chance of a negotiated breakdown, and if it does, we'll save each other a lot of trouble by staying patchy and kerring."
To Lei, who apologizes, Marcella says in a laughing but awesome tone.
"Even if we skip that, some of us are still suspicious of you, so this is how we brought you here. To see if you deserve credit."
"I can't prove it."
Li Lei exhales small while thinking what Zhang Qiang says is a hit. This woman was few, and when she was intoxicated by this atmosphere, she looked so. He also looks drunk about being the boss.
"It's easy to prove to us, though? You can have one or two first, so go to Junko Yukioka and get a modified surgery to win this war and get him to serve as a fighter."
"We don't have to do that. We have power."
A grunting grunt forest in Marcella's deafening voice.
"Or simply, have them fight with us. Of course it won't be a showdown all of a sudden, so we'll start with a power reconnaissance. It would prove to me that the condition of reciprocity is desperate, and I can only think of about the two things I've just mentioned."
Lei also felt true that Marcella's claim was muscular. But...
"Lei Li, you should stop working with these guys"
The truth told me in a cooler tone than usual. Marcella's men will either look annoyed or look nervous, and Li Lei looks at the truth with one eyebrow raised and intrigued.
"I don't like this woman. I'll tell you, including my account, but I don't trust you. More importantly, I don't think it suits me or Lei. It's the kind of thing that does anything for a purpose."
Lei laughs unexpectedly at the words he utters in his true mouth. Of course the athletic slime immigrant face is the opposite reaction. A sinister gaze is truly poured down.
"He says grandiose in his audible voice. Hey, boy. Are you serious about bringing ethics and morality into our business?
Truly slapping his gaze with ridicule and contempt, Marcella said.
"I'm in a critical place because this is the world. It stays in the grey zone and doesn't stain black. I try never to get to the end of the border. How about Lei and the others?
"Well...... right. Tsukasa, Japan's back street. Then I don't really see the guy going ahead. If they find out, they can avoid it. Like the former" Formalin-Pickled President, "that's what I used to do when I was a fool to my tits."
Li Lei, who was told the story, smiled bitterly with his head, truly agreed.
"You know that just by looking at me?
"I smell shit. It became largely discernible. The guy whose soul is covered in shit-pickled shit can tell by his face and the way he talks. It's like he's spitting shit out of his mouth."
Marcella's gaze became even more sinister in true words that were neither provocative nor serious.
"This is Makoto Aizawa, why are you scratching me around? I'm sorry. This kid and we are just tentatively working together, so I really don't want to take it. We're going to make a proper alliance."
Zhang Qiang blames the truth and turns to Marcella, who has become a sinister form, spreads a smile and a loving laugh, complaining in a whimsical tone.
"No... if the truth is so strong, I guess I believe the truth"
"Huh?
Zhang Qiang glances at that dialogue that Li Lei said away while rubbing his mustache, and Marcella spreads a fierce grin.
"You've been telling me you want to put it together from that side, and I'm going to make you grandpa for such an imif reason? Oh, well... I hope so too."
It was at that time when it became instant.
Some kind of sign. And the sounding footsteps.
Everyone's gaze concentrates on the person who appeared abruptly in the parking lot.
(Shit...... I can't believe he showed up here)
Marcella glanced at him when she saw the first figure of the Bridge Act.