"Father Anderson! Why did you come to Brazil?!" Heinkel and the other armed priests of Section XIII, having returned to the cruise ship, were all surprised by Anderson's arrival. "Weren't you still in Britain?"
"Actually, we returned to the Vatican early," Father Anderson said, adjusting his glasses. "Maxwell is leading the team to handle our internal problems, while I took a connecting flight here to help. But it looks like you haven't finished your work yet... There were many people secretly following me, but fortunately, none of those powerful cultivators had been spotted so far."
A new round began. Although someone had won ten thousand from him right away, such wins and losses were normal, so the dealer did not react much.
A blaze suddenly erupted from his body and engulfed him. None of the cultivators could see Yang Chen anymore; all they could see was a raging flame crackling fiercely.
The police were helpless too. They had seen plenty of families like the Barefoot family, most of them desperately poor. Forget paying for a private settlement—even selling their entire house and everything in it would not be worth much.
Watching the white fragments scatter through the air, Lin Xiaohuan squeezed her eyes shut, as if she could already foresee the tragic scene of being silenced forever the next second.
If Wang Yuande had still been able to resist at first, then when Wang Xian Dong mentioned the poison tooth, his will was completely shattered. The reason he had been able to hold on until now was because what he feared most was the poison tooth implanted in his mouth when he first joined the organization.
After hearing Chen Qian's words, Chen Jing indeed slowed her pace, pouting. It seemed Chen Jing listened to Chen Qian fairly well.
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