Endless Debt.

Chapter 545 Change
Ling Lie's murderous intent surrounded Hert, and a sense of strangeness was sandwiched between Levius and Hert. Lebius then realized that after going through so many twists and turns, Hert in front of him He is no longer the person who fished with him back then.

A slightly sad expression flashed past, and Lebius returned to his calm appearance, as if he was a machine, with a strict eye.

"For the benefit of my colleagues and the Bureau of Order."

Lebius' voice was emotionless, and the warm reminiscence was over, and now it was a replacement of interests.

"If you can help me, the Bureau of Order is willing to repay the debt for you."

debt.

Hearing this word now, Herter felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He smiled helplessly, "Pay off the debt? It does sound very tempting...I want to know what's going on."

Herter turned sideways, leaning his entire back on the railing, and with a seemingly leisurely movement, he turned his whole body towards Lebius, showing a defensive posture, with a cold long knife lying across his body forward.

"Don't lie to me, Lebius, you are not a good liar."

Herter drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, suppressing his hallucinations and pain. It must be important to make Lebius travel all the way here, and he needs to stay awake.

"One of our operations teams has been attacked. According to intelligence, they should have hid in Freeport. I need to find them."

Lebius added, "This incident is very special. If possible, we hope that it will not attract anyone's attention, even the people of Xitao."

"Do you want to avoid the sight of the people of Xitao? This is a bit difficult. When the operation team entered the free port, they should have been noticed."

Lebius stopped in the middle of the sentence, "So I came to ask for your help..."

"But you didn't imagine that the former pilot candidate, Hert Motley, became what he is now, did you?"

Herter laughed hoarsely.

Rebius missed the old days, "Yeah, I didn't expect that."

"But you came to see me anyway," Herter said suddenly, "instead of turning away...why?"

Lebius said, "You are my friend, and I will come to see you for myself, even if I get nothing from you."

Herter stood up slowly, straightened his back, and felt complicated. It had been a long time since no one had expected and trusted Herter like this.

"Is the tenth group missing?" Herter thought, "Only the tenth group is active in the Narrow Kingdom."

Herter was surprised, "The tenth group is a legion. It was attacked and hid all the way here?"

"They were reduced to such a state by surprise attack by the enemy. You don't need to join the battle. I just want to know where they are, and leave the rest to the Bureau of Order."

"I don't know about the tenth group, but Freeport has been a bit uneasy recently," Herter continued, "I need some time."

"Go to the coast of the Hulk, I still have some influence there, the rats in the stinking ditch are all there, trading information with each other, smuggling goods, and there will be people from Xitao, there should be people you want of."

"Influence?"

Lebius looked at Hert suspiciously. Hert understood the meaning of his eyes. To be honest, he had been looking forward to this look from Lebius for a long time.

"Don't forget who I am, I am Helt, one of the candidates for the navigator, the butcher of the people of Xitao."

Herter smiled wildly, "Even if I'm locked in the pond, I'm still a shark."

There were hurried sounds from all around, as if a group of rats were crawling across the ground, and Bologo immediately became alert. With his rich work experience, Bologo knew that it was not a rat, but a deliberate slowing down of his pace Voice.

Countless gazes projected from the surrounding shadows, like staggered sharp arrows falling on Lebius.

"Huh... should I say that this is the Hert I am familiar with?"

Lebius glanced at the shadows waiting in the shadows. He should have thought of it a long time ago. No matter how depressed Hert is, his ability will not fade due to changes in the environment. At sea, he is the navigator who faces the storm. He was the leader of the rat pack in this rundown dump.

"It's okay," Herter lit another cigarette. "It took me a long time to unify the shadow of Freeport, but it's just a shadow, and I can only linger on in my brother's peripheral vision."

After a pause, Herter continued, "Emily, this is my daughter's name."

Lebius didn't understand why Herter mentioned this at this time.

"She's a lovely girl, with a smile like a flower. You'll like her, but she's not in good health. That's up to me. You know, the Motleys have some genetic diseases in their heads."

Herter pointed to his head, feeling a little irritable, but when he thought of his wife and daughter, he seemed to be trapped in a sweet dream, his expression twisted and struggling.

"To be honest, dealing with these rats often makes me feel ashamed. When I was at sea, I hated these rats the most."

Hult disgusted, "I have to take a shower every day and wash my body repeatedly, but I still can't get rid of this strange smell... I don't want Emily to think that her father is a dirty mouse.

No way, I need money, a lot of money, so that I can hire someone to take care of their mother and daughter, provide them with the best medical conditions and the most perfect living environment. "

Breathing hard, the faint flame burned all the way along the cigarette, Herter drained the tobacco in a few puffs, and exhaled a long puff of smoke. He was condescending, his face covered by the smoke.

"I can help you, Lebius. I can even help you kill all those who get in the way. You know my strength. As for the price, there is only one."

After the smoke, Lebius saw a pair of shark-like eyes, empty and dull, with a chilling aura.

"I need the frontier nursing home to provide the best medical care for my daughter, can you do it?"

Lebius' tense expression relaxed, "You have really changed, Herter."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing. As for your conditions, it couldn't be simpler."

Lebius stood up after him, and his suspended heart finally fell to the ground. The deal has been concluded, and the next step is to act according to the plan.

Herter looked into the distance, wondering what he was thinking, took out another cigarette, and lit it on his own.

"You should quit smoking, Herter, or you'll get lung cancer."

"I've been neglecting everything these years, except for etherification. This bit of tar can't kill me."

Herter squinted at Lebius, "You are not suitable for this kind of dress."

"Is there a problem?" Lebius said, "I think it's very colorful and suitable for the beach."

"The colorful Lebius? Why didn't I discover your sense of humor back then."

"I became the team leader and had my own team members," Lebius thought. "Sometimes I want to be more friendly, just like my team leader back then."

"Haha." Herter laughed, he remembered Lebius' team leader.

"Is Jeffrey okay?"

Herter glanced at Burlogo behind him, who stood there silently like a guard.

Lebius said, "It's still the same, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious, you have always been inseparable, but this time I didn't see him, but this new face."

"It's been almost ten years and a lot of things have changed."

Rebius felt it was time to leave, and he said to Herter, "I'll wait for your news."

Hurt nodded.

Levius and Bologo bid farewell to Hert, and wandered through this dark and smelly land. Bologo thought that the air quality of the Wandering Fork Road was bad enough, but it was far more disgusting here than there.

Corroded rust on the metal, mold everywhere, and filthy spots that look like insect eggs, and you can hear the rustling of swarms of rats walking in corners that people can't see.

Bologo and Rebius remained silent until they returned to the bustling city, and their tense spirits relaxed a bit.

"You lied," said Burlogo.

"I'm not lying, I'm just hiding some facts," Lebius replied.

"Why hide from Geoffrey's peers."

"Herter is not worthy of full confidence."

Levius's voice was cold and heartless, and Bologo looked at him puzzled, but soon he understood, and muttered in a low voice, "Ten years is enough to change a lot of things."

"I didn't expect Hert to become like this, but he is the only contact I have here... At least I am more willing to deal with him than his brother."

Burrog asked curiously, "Who is his brother?"

"Noren Motley, now the navigator of the People of Xitao, is also the CEO of the United Corporation, and now the manager of Freeport."

Lebius stopped as he spoke, even though he was so far away, he could still see the big ship docked in the harbor and the vague words "United Company" on the ship.

Noren must be there, looking down on the city like a king.

(End of this chapter)