Chapter 1364: Faux-Speech

All day today, Baal didn't ask about such a big incident in Mokdanli. Of course, Gurant was not so naive as to think that the Grand Warlord didn't know about it. On the contrary, Baal's non-intervention made Gurant feel uncertain. Especially after the failure of the operation, there was still no sound from Baal's side. Gurante was so frightened that he had no choice but to bite the bullet and apologize. But he had been kneeling on the ground for almost half an hour, Baal still remained silent, and the atmosphere in the office was suffocating.

When Gurant's psychological defense was about to collapse, Baal's voice of scratching the table with his nails finally stopped, and then Gurant heard the voice of the Grand Warlord saying: "Get up, what else do you want to kneel to?" when?"

Gurant almost suspected that he had heard it wrong, but Baal had no intention of blaming him. He tried to raise his head, and when he saw a smile on the face of the Grand Overseer, Gurant stood up in relief, but still said: "My lord, I acted on my own this time, and I messed it up. I am willing to accept punish."

"No need." Baal patted the round buttocks of the female adjutant, and Ijeluka stood up, perfectly presenting her proud twin peaks in Gurant's eyes. Gu Lante swallowed, thinking that this woman is indeed a top-quality woman, but unfortunately she is Baal's woman, so he can only watch it. Then he felt a little strange, and suddenly Gurant shuddered. At some point, Baal was no longer on the big chair beside him.

A hand was placed heavily on Gurant's shoulder, and hot air was blowing from the back of his neck, like a hungry wolf breathing on him. Then he heard Baal whisper in his ear, "What punishment is there for a dead man?"

Then Gurant heard the sound of his own neck breaking, and Baal strangled his neck with only the crook of his arm. When Baal let go of his hand, Gurant fell limply to the ground, his head hanging down unnaturally. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he died like this.

Baal raised his foot and kicked the corpse, spat and said, "Trash, you made our empire general a joke, punishment alone is not enough. Even death can't wash away this shame."

Yijeluka came to Babian with enchanting steps and said, "My lord, do you want me to kill that Dark King?"

Baal put his arms around her snake waist: "No need, this game has just begun, what's the fun in ending it so quickly. Besides, there are people covering them, and it's really not easy to find them now. Compared with this, You'd better get this fat man down, so as not to spoil my mood."

Ijeluka stretched out her tongue and licked the side of Baal's face, and said in a somewhat nasal voice, "Obey, my lord."

Baal firmly grabbed the woman's chest before letting her go.

After yesterday's earth-shattering round-up, Nick stayed at his residence waiting for news. He was waiting for news from Gurante, but all he knew was that Gurante went to plead guilty to the Grand Overseer, but there was nothing more to say. For this reason, Nick sent out his staff to inquire about the news, but he did not get any information. For him, no news is the worst news, which means that Gurant may be in danger.

So he packed his belongings overnight, and as soon as the sky was bright, he immediately asked someone to prepare the car.

He wants to leave Mokdan.

This is unavoidable, after all, he was the one who informed Gurante of the news. In fact, the person he should report is Baal, but as he said. In the eyes of the Great Overseer, he is just an ant. Even if he provided such information, he would never get Baal a good look. Only by selling it to Gurant can he earn a favor. If Gurant's operation was successful yesterday, then everything is easy to say. Now that he failed, and even Gurant's life and death were uncertain, he had to run away.

You know, not reporting what you know is a big or small crime.

It was still early, and there was hardly a pedestrian on the street. Nick sat in a 6-lane car with some of his belongings on it. He only hoped that Baal would not come to make trouble with him, a little man, so that he would still have a chance to leave. As for where to go after leaving, Nick doesn't care anymore, except that he can't go to the wasteland,

The rest of the empire has plenty of places to go. It's just a big challenge for Nick to start all over again in another strange place.

To his surprise, Baal didn't seem to intend to care about a small person like him. Or maybe Baal didn't know that it was he who provided the news to Gurante. In short, when he saw Mokdan's city gate leading to the northern border, Nick was not stopped at all. However, there were several six-lane vehicles carrying goods going through the city at the North City Gate, and Nick was delayed here for ten minutes before finally driving out of Mokdan.

After leaving the city, he felt relieved, no matter what, he had already avoided a catastrophe. As for the days to come, it will probably be a lot more difficult, but as long as he is alive, there is still hope for a comeback. When Nick began to plan for the future, suddenly there was an exclamation from the cab. Then Nick flew up, and the carriage continued to rotate in his eyes. After he fell heavily, he realized that Lu Xing was knocked over by something!

Nick endured the severe pain from all over his body, and tried his best to hold the car door and climb out. Sure enough, the 6-car hit the road directly, and the car body rubbed a shocking scratch on the ground. At this time, the guards in the car came out one after another, and Nick gained some confidence. Looking up, the trucks on the highway were parked on the side of the road. The front of one of the cars was facing them. Obviously, it was the 6-lane car that knocked over the seat frame.

Nick screamed, "What's the matter with you! Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know, you are Mr. Nick." A woman jumped out of that car, holding an ordinary long knife in her hand, and walked towards them: "I also know that yesterday you gave Master Gurant I have an important news. This news forced some of my friends to almost stay in Mokdan, but today you pat your ass and want to leave. This is not allowed, Mr. Nick."

Nick's heart was shocked, he turned his head and shouted at the guard: "What are you waiting for, kill that one"

At the end of the sentence, Nick saw an amazing scene. Before the guards in his line of sight could react, the woman who was a hundred paces away suddenly appeared next to the guards, and then there seemed to be a cold electric blast in the woman's hands. The guards who followed him were thrown away, and when something warm was spilled on their faces, Nick wiped it casually, and the strong smell of blood melted quietly in his nose.

In the last scene, he saw the woman with a smile on her face walking towards him, then stabbed him in the lower abdomen with the scabbard upside down. Nick bent naturally, and then he was hit hard on the back of the neck, and he passed out.

When Allen woke up, it was just dawn. He got out of bed and walked to the window, opened the window, and saw a 6-lane car parked downstairs.

There was a knock on the door, and Allen walked out of the bedroom and saw that Trisley had opened the door. Lu Qi stood outside the door with a smile on her face. She raised her hand and threw a man at Alan's feet. Then Lu Qi said with a smile on her face, "Master Alan, this guy reported the letter."

Allen squatted down, looked at the man who woke up and said, "What's your name?"

The smile on his face was genuine.

Today's Desert Boat store also opened on time, and Morocco still came to the store at that hour. The big businessman walked into the store. For some reason, he stayed in front of each counter in the store for an extra long time today. Morocco stared at the empty counters, but seemed to be able to see how dazzling the products made of green crystals were placed inside.

He sighed slightly, and walked to the back room.

His confidant Yuga personally brought him a drink, which was like wine but not wine. It was a drink that Morocco drank after being exiled in the ruins. It was a bit bitter, but it saved him who was almost starved to death at that time. So until now, he is still drinking this drink, if he is warning himself not to forget those hard days in the past. Taking another sip today, Morocco's mouth was full of bitterness, and he thought to himself that he still forgot something after all.

Yesterday, Gulant's actions against the three of Allen, not to mention Morocco, the instigator, even those passers-by who have nothing to do with Mokdan knew a thing or two.

Gurant blocked the entire 34th Street, dispatched the Imperial Generals and the Shadow Army, and even called the three assassination unions that were ranked No. 1 in Mokdanli. Book. But in the end, those people from the wasteland not only broke through, but also rushed from Thirty-fourth Street to Forty-Fourth Street, spanning a full five blocks, causing little half of Mokdan to jump around. In the end, he disappeared mysteriously, causing Gurant's actions to come to nothing.

After Morocco learned that Gurante had gone to see Baal, there had been no news. This morning, he also learned that Nick had left the city early. Such an ending was beyond Morocco's expectations, and now he is also considering whether to leave temporarily. After all, the visitor from the wasteland was not caught, and Morocco was worried that he was in danger.

A knock on the door came suddenly while he was thinking, causing him to jump up, splashing his unfinished drink all over him. Just as Morocco was about to scold, the door was pushed open, and a familiar face came into view. At that moment, he seemed to lose all his strength and sat back.

Allen, who swaggered open the door and entered, smiled and said to the big businessman: "Good morning, Mr. Morocco. I hope you don't be surprised by the sudden visit, because there is something I want to ask for your help, so it is a bit presumptuous to come here."

"What is it?" Morocco asked calmly.

Allen made a gesture, and someone rolled in immediately outside the door. When the man got up, Moroccan's pupils shrank, and he exhaled softly: "Nick, aren't you out of town?"

Allen squinted his eyes, picked up Nick whose mouth was swollen and speechless, and said softly: "Mr. Morocco really cares about your friend, Mr. Nick left the city just after dawn, you Know this too?"

Morocco was stunned.

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