"Captain, who is that person?"
On the deck, looking at Chrollo looking into the distance, Feitan was really curious and asked cautiously.
"Why should we give him that box?"
Just out of curiosity, without any unwillingness.
After all, there are too few people who can be treated like this by the group leader.
With 100% trust in the leader, Feitan added, "Is it a big deal?"
Chrollo stood quietly, looking at the Island in the distance, and slowly said, "I don't know, but there is no harm."
He didn't believe that this guy was just a freelancer for the Layton Family.
Can a foreign writer gain the favor of the 'young master' of the Leyton family?
Maybe maybe.
But when this guy called the young master, there was no trace of respect in his tone.
It's more like how two people with completely matched statuses address each other.
A person who matches the status of the leader's successor.
This is not common.
The corner of his mouth curled up almost invisible, and Chrollo continued, "If you can, just make friends with him in the future. If it is really... then stay away from him, he is too dangerous."
The murderous aura and blood all over that guy's body couldn't be covered up by the perfume he sprayed.
And...
Thinking of that pair of completely different blood-colored eyes, Chrollo rarely felt fearful.
There may be man-eating beasts hiding there.
Chrollo has always agreed with his own intuition.
Therefore, even if this person behaves extremely ordinary and dresses like a church father, he cannot eliminate the fear and murderous intention in Chrollo's heart.
It's best to be friends.
It can't be done...
I hope he doesn't offend me!
"Okay, let's leave it like this for now and figure out how to get rid of this batch of goods."
Stroking the surface of the cover of the 'book', I thought aimlessly in my mind.
If it doesn't work, just recommend it to the auction house affiliated with Leyton.
Anyway, his family has accepted this matter, so there is no need for another matter.
A good person will do his best to send Buddha to the West.
Chrollo I believe this white-haired man will not refuse!
Bamboo house, Chinese courtyard.
Surrounded by green plants, lush.
The water in the small pool makes a tinkling sound.
There is peace and tranquility.
Inside the house, a young man in black was sitting cross-legged.
The silky black hair hangs down freely.
With her slender and smooth wrist, she played with the beads in her hand.
A handsome and delicate face. Full of laziness and enjoyment.
The cat's eyes are slightly narrowed, like a comfortable big cat.
There is a purple clay pot and several tea cups on the wooden coffee table in front of you.
A faint heat wafts out of the tea cup.
The whole room was filled with the wonderful aroma of tea.
In front of the teapot, a stick of sandalwood was burning.
Wisps of green smoke drifted from the incense burner and slowly rose into the sky.
Perhaps he was tired of this position, so the young man slowly changed his position.
Calling it a change of posture, it is just changing from supporting the body with the left hand to the right hand.
In the process of changing postures, the jade Buddha hanging around his neck loomed and flashed past.
His knees were pressed against his thighs and his head was supported by his wrists, looking drowsy.
'Lingling'
The doorbell rang.
A lazy and deep voice sounded in the room, "Come in."
He looked like he couldn't bring himself to have any energy.
"Yo!"
A white fluffy head popped out.
He walked over with a smile, cheerful and joyful, and when he saw the appearance of the young man sitting beside him, he was full of disgust. "Garnet, you are so energetic!"
"It's noon! I finally came out to play at noon, can't you wake up?"
The young man named Garnet is still listless.
Fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand. "You and I are both people who wander at night, why do we choose a time at noon to talk about things?"
Garnet·Leyton.
Layton Family's eldest grandson.
A mafioso who believes in Buddhism.
"This is not because my father urged me to go back earlier."
Coleman sat down awkwardly, pouring a cup of tea without treating himself as an outsider.
"What you want."
After groping in his arms for a moment, he dropped an envelope on the table.
Garnet just raised his eyes and looked at it, instead of reaching out to take it, he opened his mouth.
"Manster is yours?"
"Uh-huh."
"Tell him not to run towards that Meteor City border recently."
Taking a sip of tea, Garnet said slowly, "There are a few things that can't get on the table, looking for trouble."
Obviously, this was a fight between several small gangs, and some of the Layton Family's interests were involved.
Maybe, the faucet Leyton will knock.
"No problem, by the way, buddy, do you mind if I use your name to scare people?"
"This isn't your first time."
"Who made your name so useful?"
"Is it a big deal?"
Garnet, who didn't care at first, suddenly thought of the man in front of him with his ability to cause trouble. He thought about it and said, "If the matter is too big, just call me daddy."
Dad's name is much more useful than his eldest grandson's name.
"... If things really get serious, wouldn't it be better for me to give my family's name?"
Coleman is depressed.
Zoldyck Family name is not much more bloody than you, the mafia?
The mafia can negotiate, but have you ever seen a killer who negotiated with you before killing you?
Smiling, Garnet didn't have much reaction.
Just throw the pile of paper under the table onto the table.
"The task list consists of seven of you and three of us. Pay attention to the requirements."
I took out a few of them, looked at them, and found that most of the requirements were that the 'dead' should be treated to a certain extent before they would give up.
"I don't know where you found it!"
He sneered, Garnet's ability to find this thing is better than their team of professional killers!
"It's just that your family doesn't accept it. Besides, if there is demand, there will be a market."
Speaking lazily, Garnet was fiddling with the incense ash, wondering whether to light another one.
"It's best to finish it in a week."
Suddenly, Garnet said, "Don't delay it too late."
Coleman retorted, "No, at least two weeks."
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"You think my father won't send me tasks?"
With a smile on his face, Coleman looked helpless.
What can he do? It's impossible to postpone his own tasks.
If he rejects it, his father will probably strip him of his skin!
Playing with the lighter in his hand, Coleman pretended to be innocent and said, "Also, we have Sunday off and we don't kill any living things."
There are only six working days in a week, so it will take me two weeks to get this group of people done.
"And I also want to pray for them."
Midnight prayer is suitable for Grim Reaper to visit.
"..."
Taking a deep breath, Garnet laughed.
"So, God forgives Coleman."
"To each other, my Buddha is compassionate Garnet."
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