Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 363: A Mongol Master and a Mongol Disciple (3K)

Klein didn't think too much about the idea of ​​suddenly killing Mrs. Jessica. Who didn't dream of becoming a hero back then?
Although the hero does not quite fit in with the style of this world, the spirit contained within is the same.

After squeezing the hunger wriggling in his right palm and feeling the other party's eagerness to eat but fear of being slapped, Klein suddenly had an idea.

He moved quickly, placing his wriggling hunger on the body of the "Witch of Pleasure" and gave the order to graze and eat the flesh.

The squirming Hungry was obviously stunned, and was so moved that it burst into tears, as if it had never met such a good master.

It no longer hesitated, and a big mouth opened on the palm of the glove, with two rows of illusory white teeth inside. It devoured Jessica's body voraciously without even chewing.

After Madam Jessica's body disappeared, Klein ignored the new ability that Mudger had gained and turned around with a wriggling hunger to the long-faced man who insulted the girl.

"eat fast!"

He urged the wriggling hunger to move faster, because Klein could already hear footsteps only a few meters away from the door.

The hungry squirming creature obviously did not expect that there would be a snack. It was so excited that it did not even chew the food, and swallowed it even faster than before. It can be said to be a must-have at home and when traveling, and a good helper to destroy evidence.

At the same time, Klein's figure rose slightly, and the muscles on his face kept moving and changing. In just one second, he turned into the "Witch of Joy" Jessica, who had a bright and elegant appearance and eyes like rippling lake water.

"cough."

After adjusting his voice, he touched A's two pieces of flesh with a complicated expression. Klein helplessly hugged his shoulders and pretended to be relaxed and contented to cover up this fatal flaw.

"Oh my, can't you be a little gentler? Why are you so rude to a lady?"

Just as the gangster was about to push the door open, the disguised Klein pushed the door open first.

She had the face of the "Witch of Joy", with her arms folded and raised, revealing a leisurely and contented attitude.

"Mrs. Jessica, why are you here?"

The leading gangster swallowed his saliva and did not dare to take a close look at this mature lady who had a heart as cruel as a snake and possessed powers beyond that of ordinary people.

"Hmph, do I need to explain to you what I'm doing here?"

Recalling the long-faced man's reaction to Jessica, Klein snorted coldly and looked down at the leading gangster.

As expected, upon hearing this unhappy question, all the gang members present shuddered, lowered their heads and no one dared to speak.

"Okay, get out of here and don't disturb my fun!"

Following Ron's arrogant attitude in his memory, Klein turned his back, closed the door, and no longer paid any attention to the gangster thugs outside.

"Boss, should we go in?"

At this time, a gangster came to the leader and pointed at the closed door.

"Shit, if you want to go, go by yourself, don't drag me along!"

Seeing that this useless little brother actually wanted to follow in, the gang leader kicked him angrily.

As a man, he was indeed very envious of Mrs. Jessica's fair and tender body.

But as a human being, every time he saw those leaders who spent a night with the beautiful lady looking exhausted and about to die the next day, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Although they were in the same group as this mature lady, this lady probably didn't really care about their lives.

"What are you looking at? Why are you still standing there? Go do what you need to do!"

Klein heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the gang leader's order outside the servant's room.

He first tidied up the remains of the brutally murdered girl, and finally sacrificed her above the gray fog using a sacrificial and bestowing ritual.

Although it seemed that Madam Jessica had great privileges here, Klein did not want to do anything unusual.

For example, how could a cultist who disregarded life and committed numerous evil deeds suddenly leave his base with a neatly prepared corpse?

This would easily arouse suspicion, and if someone discovered his pair of A's, he would be really exposed.

Haha, I got a promotion and a raise. I didn't expect to successfully replace my boss on the first day of undercover work.
Only then did Klein relax. He muttered something in his heart, trying to cover up his depressed mood.

Well. The ability of the "Faceless Man" is quite useful in this situation. Maybe I don't need to steadily improve step by step in the Witch Cult. I can just kill my boss, replace her, and go to the gray fog to communicate with the spirit to obtain information. However, this method is not perfect enough. If it is a secret puppet master, then I might choose to make it into a secret puppet, which can be regarded as a replacement to some extent.
As he thought about it, Klein's expression suddenly became a little strange. He unconsciously thought of the Monocles who had been teasing him and teaching him mystic knowledge these past two days.

He always felt that this method seemed to be very similar to Amon's. "Forget it, let's leave here first and go to the gray fog to ask Jessica's spirit what's going on. It seems that there should be many people imprisoned here."

"Dear Madam, do you want to sign your name on this share auction agreement, or..."

The bank manager was sweating profusely as he looked at the expressionless Sharon. At the same time, his eyes secretly glanced at the boy who was about 1.5 meters tall and was said to be an adult.

Of the two, it is undoubtedly the latter who can make the decision.

"Oh, actually, our major shareholder didn't want to sell the steel company after it was mortgaged to the bank. He even rejected offers from the Royal Dockyard and the Constant Coal and Steel Consortium. You have to know that these people are all really wealthy and the price they offered is definitely generous."

This bank manager, who was dressed in a suit, had a protruding belly, and a receding hairline like most Loen men, kept telling how much advantage Ron had taken.

"Hmm~ Then why are you selling it again?"

The blond boy took a sip of the Marquis black tea and chatted idly.

"Then you've asked the right person!"

"Actually, I don't know either. All I know is that this shareholder went to meet a noble. I don't know if it was because of funding or some other reason, but when he came back, he agreed to sell the steel company."

"Hehehe, what a coincidence! You're the first one here, and the price you offered is just right!"

The bank manager, with a hunched back and taking the document agreement signed by Sharon with both hands, showed a sincere smile on his face.

After completing this huge deal worth 30000 pounds, his performance was enough to support him without having to work for two years.

He sorted out the documents, put the goods into bags, confirmed the money, and finally took the documents to another institution to change the signature. Two hours later, the bank manager came back breathlessly and handed Ron the legally binding property certificate.

"From now on, it's yours!"

The blond boy nodded, handed the document to the ghost lady beside him, then stood up and went straight back to the private carriage.

"Would you like to go with me?"

Raising his little head, Ron looked at Sharon with his golden eyes, as if he was thinking in his heart how to exploit this easy-to-feed resentful soul to get the most value out of her.

Being stared at by the cute boy's golden eyes, Sharon seemed to remember the joke Ron told her when she first came to work. The corners of her mouth drooped a little bit, and she pretended not to hear anything and looked at the scenery outside the car window, like a puppet.

"Humph~"

With a proud hum, Ron walked to the ghost's ear with his short legs and said softly in a childish and sweet voice:

"Little Sharon, according to my observation, there may be a blood moon tonight~"

"When you can't move, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

As soon as the vengeful blond boy finished speaking, Miss Ghost's face suddenly turned red. The red was contained deep inside the skin and the color was very light. If Ron had not been staring at Sharon's pale face, he might not have noticed it.

The private carriage was moving very fast, and soon Ron Sotos saw the gate of the steel company he had just bought.

From a distance, I could see a group of people gathered in front of the door of this half-bankrupt company, blocking the only passage there.

They either wore linen shirts or dark linen aprons hanging on their chests. Their shirts and patched trousers were covered with black coal dust. This was the most common attire for workers in the East District and factory areas.

At this time, they were surrounding a young man who looked to be about 20 years old and shouting something excitedly.

"You can't just refuse to pay me like this. You haven't paid me this week's wages yet. If you don't pay me, I will take you all to court. I will hire a lawyer to sentence you to death!"

"My children are still waiting for bread for lunch, please be kind and don't just refuse to pay."

"You son of a bitch, Raymond, your father committed suicide a few days ago, but don't think you can use this as an excuse to avoid paying all of our wages!"

"That's right, I swear, no matter where you run to, I will find you and break your legs!"

Amid the noise, the trapped 20-year-old young man showed a panicked look on his face. He took two steps back, trying to keep a safe distance, but as soon as he took a guilty step back, the workers outside the site seemed to have received some kind of signal and rushed forward to surround him, blocking all his escape routes.

Obviously, the young man's guilty conscience exposed his weakness, which raised the morale of the debt collectors who were shouting and yelling to a new level.

If he refused to back down and maintained a tough attitude and refused to return the money, he might be able to use this to intimidate some steel plant workers who didn't want to get into trouble, and successfully find an opportunity to escape.

(End of this chapter)