Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra, just under the stars.

Franka glanced at this girl who looked quite childish but had a very proud figure.

Ni Yan rarely took off his armor in front of her, and his expression was usually invisible. Only now did he realize that this colleague and boss seemed to be a little confused.

My own words...

Franka looked at Razer who was cleaning up the things he bought, with a slightly strange look on his face.

It seems that only Razer is still clean?

I don't know if she will follow suit.

Franka was a little worried about her friends.However, this worry did not last long. She suddenly remembered that this guy was bought with 1000 million Colombian gold coupons.

On the other hand, I didn't even have a formal establishment. I was an expatriate hired from Black Steel International to Iron Blood Heavy Industries.

His net worth is more than a hundred times more than mine...

Franka suddenly felt a little unbalanced, jealous...I couldn't say that, just very envious.

It is normal for people to like money, because money can do so many things.

Fat Fox is actually doing okay. Her family was relatively wealthy in her early years. She was raised by her mother with great hardships after the natural disaster. She also struggled in the mercenary industry for a few years and gained a lot of perspective.

If she were an ordinary Colombian, she would have crawled into bed the same day her boss revealed his interest.

I don’t know if I have a chance...

Muttering in her heart, Franka sat by the window, bathing in the last sunset.

It was because her mother's condition improved very quickly that she decided to repay her with her body.

Maybe saying this is a bit pretentious, but she is really not that eager for treatment or anything else, she just wants to repay the favor and makes such a move.

But now, knowing something about her boss, she suddenly wondered if she could also get some treatment like 'young lady'?

Thinking wildly, Franka sat on the other side of Zhou Cheng, not too close, but obviously not far away.

After glancing at the absent-minded fat fox, his eyes lingered on her legs wrapped in thick socks for a while, Zhou Cheng asked with an indifferent attitude:

"Will the hotel bring dinner to you?"

At the same time, he stretched out his hand to rub the big girl next to him. This was purely a move made by his body. When a soft girl was around, he wanted to squeeze it twice.

But the eldest girl immediately fought back, pinching him back as if she wasn't afraid of being seen, and stroking him back and forth on his thigh.

He suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Mud Rock, only to see her lowering her head shyly, looking like a young girl, but her hands and expression didn't match well, and she was groping his body like Brother Jie.

Franka is in a daze right now, and Razer is also sorting things out, otherwise her bold behavior would have made the cross talk team murmur.

It's hard to say that Razer might look at them strangely, but Franka will definitely complain. The fat fox has become bolder and bolder since making the decision.

"It's up to the boss to decide." Razer, who was packing his things with his back turned, responded.

She is also one of those people who doesn't care. She eats whatever she can during working hours and has no problem eating dry food.

Razer, a former member of Black Steel International who operates as a military contractor, is completely unfussy about this kind of thing.

"That's going to be very difficult for me. I don't know what to eat. The menu in this hotel looks quite satisfactory."

As he spoke, Zhou Cheng gently patted the soft girl next to him.

This kid's movements are getting bigger and bigger, and if he doesn't warn him, he might cause some trouble on the spot.

Mud Yan also retracted his hand very sensibly, which was gratifying.But not long after he was relieved, he saw the fragrant wind and shadow coming together from the corner of his eye.

"Boom~"

A small, soft voice rippled across his cheeks.

Then, the ear fell into the gentle and moist lips.

"Well... Cheng... I want you..."

A vague and wet voice came from my ears.

The strands of friendship are conveyed continuously in the voice.

Zhou Cheng's heart was beating with the sound, but as soon as he started to think about it, the warm 'taste' disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the coldness after being soaked by the air.

But it was Razer who stood up after packing his things, turned around and said with some distress:

"Dinner...I don't have any great suggestions."

As she said that, she suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. She glanced at Niyan with confusion, who was sitting on the side like a lady. She was so well-behaved that she could just write "I am a good child" on her face.

Delusion?

Why are there so many illusions recently...

So uneasy...

It must have been Franka!

PS: I am going to make up a few chapters during the holidays in the previous volume. Should I put them at the end of the previous volume?

11. Open the door, Tribunal!

In the end, we had dinner at the hotel and had them prepare it and bring it to us.

I ordered some strange-looking local specialties, and in order to avoid any discord in taste, I also ordered simple burgers and sandwiches.

Unless you really have poor talent, no matter how unpalatable these two things are, you won't be able to eat them.

The atmosphere during the meal was a bit strange, Mud Rock was well-behaved but hidden with lust, Franka seemed to be thinking about something, and the only one left out, Razer, was very uncomfortable.

She looked at the mudstone, then at Franka, and opened her mouth slightly, feeling that nothing she could say was good, so she closed it again.

He picked up a piece of sandwich and took a big bite like a hamster, chewing with his cheeks puffed out. Vaifan, who was a little confused about the state of his two companions, finally faced his boss, only to see his boss playing with his mobile phone without paying attention to what was going on outside the window.

Zhou Cheng always likes to find something to do while eating, but now is not the right time for hooking up, so he browses tweets while eating.

The hotel's burger is pretty good, the bread is a bit hard, but the meat is obviously real... huh?What did I just see?

Zhou Cheng, who was evaluating the food in his mind, suddenly raised his eyebrows and turned back to the place where he had just turned over.

"Severe violent clashes occurred near Siesta Beach...?"

This is a piece of news. The picture above shows a group of people in black and a white figure.

Pure white hair, snow-tender skin, scarlet eyes... There are also slit leather pants and a killer whale pillow.

Although he didn't see the side face, Zhou Cheng thought he would not admit his mistake.

There is no doubt that that is Skadi, the lover of the deep sea, the naive killer whale.

With the popularization of the Internet, information transfer is very fast. Not long after this incident happened, the impact began to spread.

Three minutes later, discussions related to the violent conflict disappeared online.

At the same time, Zhou Cheng put down his phone and fell into thinking.

He checked along and found that the person who was beaten was Cronin's subordinate, which meant that the little brat who would cause the volcano to erupt later.

After scratching his head, Zhou Cheng, who originally had no interest in Cronin, sent a message to the agent.

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Cronin felt unlucky.

He had been working hard to plan the city of Siesta, and after so many years of hard work, he was finally going to see results. However, because of the iron-blooded heavy industry, Herman actually had to check everything carefully.

It is only a matter of time before he is discovered and scrutinized, but how much is discovered is a question.

What to do next?Is it better to strike first, or to smooth it out?

If you start first, you have to find a way to get rid of that film...

While he was thinking with a sad face, Cronin learned another somewhat disturbing news.

"You said you were beaten by a woman? She took a pillow and smashed him flat?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Cronin looked at his dusty men with the look of fools.

I don’t know what they did to say such crazy words. Do they think Cronin is easy to deceive?

Cronin shook his head and sneered:

"You just want to lie to me, so can you make up a reason that doesn't sound so fake?"

How could a person be slapped flat by a pillow?You think this is a novel!

Even Ursus's aunt, whose legs are thicker than her waist, wouldn't have such terrifying fighting power, right?

"No, boss, what we said is really true!"

The younger brothers showed helpless and wronged expressions, which made Cronin doubtful for a moment.

Is it possible that there really are women in the world who are braver than black?And he happened to hit him?

Looking carefully at the expressions on the faces of his younger brothers, Cronin frowned when he saw their sincerity.

There are more and more troubles happening in this little Xista. How about taking away the ones that can be swept away and directly moistening them?

Take away the money, enough to make a comeback...

Thinking of this, Cronin was about to give instructions when suddenly someone knocked hard on the door outside.

"Boom bang bang!"

"Open the door! Iron-Blooded Tribunal!"

The shouting startled Cronin. Feeling that the person outside was not friendly, he immediately prepared to run away from the back door, but as soon as he turned around, he heard the sound of cracking wood coming from behind.

"boom--!"

"Wow!"

Cronin glanced back subconsciously and saw a tall man in power armor rushing into the house with a thick gun in his hand. In the process, he kicked one of his men over. The person who was kicked over fell into the table and screamed. .

Is there only one...?

Cronin felt lucky for a moment, thinking that maybe he could run out with some help from his men.But just as this thought came to mind, the window in front suddenly shattered, and a burly black shadow suddenly came in and landed heavily on the ground, taking aim with a strange gun in his hand.

At the same time, the ceiling was also broken open by a pair of thick armored legs. The pure white power armor fell from the second floor in a fixed position and stood firmly in front of him.

The powered armor raised its arm and aimed its muzzle at him, as thick as a bite.

"Squat down with your head in your hands!"

Cronin's eyes were dull, and his body subconsciously followed the voice.

But even though he was so obedient, he still received a shot to the head.

"Ugh-!"

A scream escaped from his mouth. Cronin's eyes went dark and he fell down, curling up on the ground. All his senses were left were the severe pain and the slowness of his thinking.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he was handcuffed and roughly pushed into a transport vehicle, he still didn't understand what happened.

He was just embezzling money in Xista. Why did the 'Iron-Blooded Tribunal' arrest him?

This doesn't make sense! This is it!

It was pitch dark inside the transport vehicle, with only the eyes of the power armor head emitting a terrifying red light.You can hear the subtle engine sound and the bumps on uneven roads.

Cronin, whose hands were handcuffed, lowered his head and held his head, the handcuffs clattering.

He was so disgusted with his sister that he was completely numb.

Even if someone wants to arrest him, it should be the police...

Iron-Blooded Tribunal, Iron-Blooded Heavy Industry?

Cronin is not someone who works behind closed doors. He knows about Iron Blood Heavy Industry, which is a national-level military force in the true sense.

Coming here to catch him, a corrupt person in a tourist city, would be a bit overkill...

Cronin will never be able to solve this mystery. He will be sent to a prison in the Kazdale wilderness area that was bought and renovated by Iron Blood Heavy Industries, where he will spend the rest of his life through labor reform.

To talk about how he feels now...

In short, I regret it, very sorry.

If he had known that he would be arrested by the Tribunal for being greedy for a small amount of money, he would have run away earlier...`

12. Franca’s jio (feet)

After eating, Zhou Cheng went back to the room directly.