Druid of Conan World

"There is definitely something wrong with his source of income!"

"Well, indeed... This is indeed an unimaginable path." Hearing this, Akai Marie replied thoughtfully from the kitchen.

"Furthermore, Ma Long himself said that he must have a legitimate source of income before he can propose to you... I just happen to be going out tomorrow, so let's investigate by the way."

Mori Ugoji: "..."

Gan!

……

No matter how good the bulletproof vest is, it can't prevent my wife from pricking her heart.

No need to think about it, there is definitely something wrong with Goji Moriyu's assets.

... Jane has something to say about this!

Outsiders only saw the brilliance of this man as the king of the dark street, but what really made him gain the loyalty and reputation of his subordinates in London was the abdication of leaving the house and leaving the White Bird Group behind.

... The pioneer who promised to ban gambling turned out to be involved in the gambling business, so this white bird can help me not to!

In the eyes of outsiders, including Belmode, he is a domineering man who can treat hundreds of billions of assets as dung and walk away without a trace of remembrance.

Therefore, the number of fans in London is very large, and worshiping him has even become a new trend among young people.

But the situation remains the same...

Poor, he is serious!

That's why when I first went to Japan, I was in such a tight situation. Taking the opportunity to save my cousin, I cheated a total of 20 billion yen in gin...

But what can be done?

"Look at what you've done, leader!" Mori Yugang sighed while thinking about how to break the situation with a headache.

"What a white bird gang, one of the best money-making machines in the world..."

"It was split into seventeen or eighteen pieces!"

Although there is still a relationship with the White Pigeon Building as the core, they are more in a cooperative relationship than the previous subordinates.

Without him, the king of the dark street, none of those gangsters would obey anyone.

The London police previously acquiesced that he "traveled abroad" except for the fishing plan that even they didn't know if it was useful, and they actually took a fancy to this.

As long as this man is not in London, the White Bird Gang will not revive!

This is the foreshadowing left by the leader when he recruited people.

Leveraging his fame and money as the king of the dark street, he attracted the most aggressive and vicious gangsters in England to London, and formed an unlisted team that no matter if it was Touzi or the winery. regular army.

Of course he is not idle.

It is that the party leader he is backing wants to run for the next prime minister.

If he can find an opportunity to deal with the biggest unstable factor in the country, the White Bird Gang, and make a big news, it will be a real achievement.

At that time, if you use your own right to speak to support the other party's superior position, then the political career of several generations of your family will be smooth sailing.

Look, what a gentleman!

If there are no difficulties, then create difficulties yourself.

It's a pity that he made a misjudgment before he really used this power. Seeing that the gang disbanded, he thought the overall situation was settled, so he wanted to deal with the stains first and then toss the White Bird Gang.

Little did he know that Mori Yugangji also kept a hand.

So halfway through the plan, people disappeared.

But hidden dangers have been left.

No one is more troubled than the British government by the loss of a "father" by a local gangster who ranks first in the world.

Without a ruler, a gang member who does his own thing can be called a "do not take a stitch from the masses".

This caused the London police to dare not do anything even though they knew it was a good time to attack the White Bird Gang, because they wanted to use the reputation of the king of the dark street to deter these criminals.

It is because they are afraid that Marlon Brando will stay in London to reorganize the gang, but also ask him for help and hope that he will stay.

To sum it up, it's aggrieved.

In terms of cheating your own people, the Conan plane can do it.

And this is also the fundamental reason why Andariel could guess that the police who went to Dongdu to investigate last time were deliberately instructed by someone.

If they want to borrow influence, the last concert is enough, but the king of the dark street who showed up publicly surprised them all.

What do you mean by counting now?

So everything is still not an accident, but logic.

But Mori Yugangji felt that they were thinking too much.

Even if he is here, he has no interest in reorganizing the White Bird Gang.

Lazy, he is more serious than being poor!

What's more, there are still Tyrell and others...

I was forced to choose to worship and drive the complete Shiratori Gang, which stinks as much as the rice circle. It is not a behemoth that their group of five can control. Pure children drive a big car, rushing all the way on the road of self-destruction, braking I don't even take it with me.

Uh, cart?

"That's right!" Mori Yugang's eyes lit up.

"There is a problem with Mori Ugoji's assets, but Marlon Brando doesn't need it! As long as the Shiratori Gang cooperates a little bit, my wife, you can use your head to investigate me!"

He looked at Shiliang with a sneer.

"It just so happens... I also intend to add fire to this impossible past before I leave in order to reassure everyone!"

"Anyway, with London's current popularity, there is no shortage of this fire."

For private money!

Do it when you think of it!

In Shiliang's expression that always feels that this man is planning something, Sen Yu just fled to the kitchen in a hurry, raised his head and smiled charmingly: "That...mother-in-law, you have worked hard, take a rest and let me come!"

"It's raining again, how about we have hot pot tonight?"

Chapter 145 Chapter 32, in exchange for my ordinary life

Greenwich, London at night.

Jingle Bell!

In a villa, when the phone rang, the sleeping man in the bedroom turned to turn on the bedside lamp and picked up the receiver amidst the woman's dissatisfied complaints.

"Hey?"

"Hey, comrade, what information do we need?"

"What are you talking about, sir, I'm a law-abiding businessman...uh!" Before he could finish speaking, the man woke up instantly.

Gollum!

He swallowed, and tentatively said.

"B...BOSS?!"

"..."

"Good response, Tyrell." The familiar voice made the man's mouth dry.

"I'm in your upstairs study, come over and have a chat..."

Gollum!

"Yes, please wait a moment."

After hanging up the phone, Tyrell struggled, as if he was thinking about something... until the woman found him turning over and sitting up, dragging the quilt and leaning his plump body against his back.

"What's the matter, dear? What's the matter?"

"No...it's nothing." He shook suddenly, patted the opponent's arm with a forced smile, and said sideways.

"It's just some bad things at work. Go to bed first. I'll go to the study to answer the phone."

"Well, that's fine." The woman had no doubts about him, and after kissing him on the face, she retracted the quilt and closed her eyes.

Then the man got up and stepped on his slippers, without turning on the light, and walked down the stairs in the dark to the study on the second floor that he was no longer familiar with.

The dark corridor on the second floor seemed to hide some monster, making his steps heavy and slow, stopping every step.

Until he heard a baby whisper.

"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the movement from the bedroom, he suddenly remembered what the old man had said during the day, the struggling look on his face disappeared instantly, and he walked quickly to the second floor.

Then he pressed his hand on the doorknob of the study and opened it slightly.

squeak...

Sure enough, the lights in the study had been turned on.

Firewood crackled and sparks danced.

It's still the familiar face, the familiar posture, and the familiar eyes.

Even... still in that familiar position.

It's just that it's not the same as that night, covered in blood.

Without transformation or disguise, Goji Moriyu just sat on a chair by the fireplace in a black outfit, raised his hand and greeted him.

"Yo, long time no see, Tyrael."

"Wolf!"

Tyrell's pupils constricted, and cold sweat soaked the pajamas instantly.

"I... don't think we have anything to talk about." He gently closed the study door.