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The visitor looked around, his eyes surveyed the messy chess and card room, and his brows instantly wrinkled.

The floor here was full of dust, and the debris in the corners looked like it would collapse at any time. He couldn't even find a place to stand.

A look of disgust hung on his face, as if he had stepped into a stinky ditch.

He raised his head and looked at the scarred man coldly, his tone impatient.

"So, are you going to do it?"

The scarred man was silent for a long time, and his hands were still moving slowly.

He spoke in a low voice, hoarse and indifferent.

"Why don't the people in the organization go by themselves?"

The man in the suit heard this, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, as if he had been prepared for this question.

"Because our chess pieces have already infiltrated every corner of the magic world,"

he said, slowly patting his cloak, as if he didn't want to be contaminated by the dust around him.

"Their positions are too important to be easily exposed. As for some 'inhuman' means - this occasion is not suitable."

He paused, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"And you, you have been away from the UK for almost ten years. At that time, the organization was reorganized, and you were outside and did not participate. This makes your identity in the UK still very clean - completely 'white', without any doubt."

The tone of the man in the suit became more and more casual, and even had a bit of condescending ridicule.

"Of course, I know you just came back from a chaotic place. Don't worry, your identity in the UK is completely fine - after all, you are not a real Slav."

At the end, he raised a meaningful sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes pierced the back of the scarred man.

However, the scarred man did not even raise his eyelids, and still lowered his head and concentrated on wiping the gun in his hand.

His silence and disregard made the smile on the man in the suit gradually stiffen, replaced by a suppressed anger.

It seems that only these things can't persuade this man.

Must add some code.

The man in the suit showed some hesitation on his face.

To be honest, I have never dealt with this man.

I heard that he was quite pious before.

I wonder if I can use him?

After struggling for a while, the man in the suit finally spoke, his voice was very low, and there was a hint of fear in his tone.

"This mission is what He wants."

In an instant, the scarred man stopped moving.

He raised his head, his eyes pierced the man in the suit like a knife, and there was a chilling sense of oppression in his eyes.

The man in the suit couldn't help but step back half a step, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

As if he was forced to hide by this look, the man in the suit added dryly.

"Of course, I didn't receive His order directly... But this matter is in His interest."

This sentence seemed to be some kind of switch. The scarred man didn't speak again, but slowly stood up.

Walking to the corner of the room, this is the only slightly clean place, a low wooden cabinet stood quietly in the dust.

The scarred man moved slowly and precisely. He gently opened the drawer and took out an hourglass with an ancient shape.

The glass of the hourglass was a faint dark red, and the fine sand inside was as bright as blood.

The two ends of the hourglass were inlaid with obsidian-like materials, and there were wolf-like beasts carved on them. Its eyes seemed vivid and emitted a strange cold light.

The scarred man held the hourglass in both hands and slowly raised it above his head. His movements were pious as if he was performing a sacred and solemn ceremony.

He closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice some incomprehensible language, as if communicating with some untouchable existence.

The whole process lasted for several minutes. The air seemed to become heavy and the lights seemed to dim a little.

The man in the suit stood there, not daring to move. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead and his throat swallowed unconsciously.

After the ceremony, the scarred man slowly put down the hourglass and gently put it back in the drawer.

He turned around and looked at the man in the suit again.

However, at this moment, his temperament was completely different.

The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and his eyes revealed a creepy madness.

His posture became stiff, but he exuded an irrepressible violent aura.

That kind of faint sense of madness, as if there was some uncontrollable power hidden in his body, which could erupt at any time.

The man in the suit pretended to be calm, but his hands trembled slightly at his side, and his feet seemed to be fixed, and he did not dare to take a step back.

He could only stand there, staring at the scarred man, his throat rolled, and it was extremely difficult to say a word.

"Actually..."

His voice trembled slightly, trying to defend himself.

"I don't think it's necessary to use 'only', because the goal this time-"

Before he finished speaking, the scarred man had stepped forward and reached out to take out the bag of gold galleons without warning.He took out one.

He clamped the gold Galleon between his fingers, exerted a little force on his wrist, and the metal reflected a dark luster.

"I'll take this task."

His tone was calm, but every word pierced people's hearts like an ice knife.

The man in the suit just showed a relieved expression, but his face froze in an instant.

The scarred man turned the hourglass upside down on the card table again, and the red sand slowly leaked silently.

As the hourglass turned upside down, the air in the room seemed to have changed subtly.

The shadow in the corner seemed to come alive, slowly spreading to the center, and the lights became dim.

Every grain of sand that fell was like an invisible countdown clock, which made people shudder.

The pupils of the man in the suit shrank suddenly.

He swallowed his saliva, his lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to want to speak, but his throat seemed to be stuck by something.

The scarred man picked up the cleaned AK-47 and pulled the bolt skillfully, making a crisp "click".

He raised the gun with one hand, and the dark muzzle pointed coldly at the chest of the man in the suit.

With the other hand, he held the gold galleon and flicked it lightly with his fingertips. The gold galleon drew an arc in the air, making a crisp sound, and then fell steadily back into his palm.

He held the gold galleon, staring at the man in the suit with a knife-like gaze.

"Guess one side."

His voice was low and cold, without any emotional fluctuations, but with an irresistible pressure.

The man in the suit was locked by the muzzle, and his legs began to tremble slightly.

His fingers involuntarily touched the wand on his waist, but were nailed on the spot by the scarred man's cold eyes.

"You know very well what the situation is now."

The scarred man's tone was cold, as if he was sentencing him to death.

"Don't waste time, guess one side."

The man in the suit froze in place, struggling to withdraw his hand.

His throat made a dry sound, and his eyes stared at the scarred man's face, trying to find a sign of relaxation from the other's expression.

"Why?!"

The man in the suit finally couldn't help but speak, his voice almost screaming.

"I just came to pass on a mission! Why did you do this to me?"

The scarred man stared at him coldly, turning the gold galleons between his fingers with his left hand, as if he was not affected by any emotional fluctuations.

His voice was still cold and firm.

"Because you blasphemed His intentions and tried to distort His will."

"No!"

The man in the suit shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I didn't do that at all!"

The scarred man was not moved by his protest.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing the other's heart.

He repeated it in an almost commanding tone.

"Guess one side."

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