Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 55 She has supernatural energy fluctuations?! (Happy New Year!)

The man has a heroic face that is close to the features of the Northern Continent.

Let him be as handsome and masculine as the sculptures of gods in ancient Greek myths and legends.

He looks to be less than forty years old.

However, his oppressive eyes and calm aura seemed to blur the sense of age in him.

Making him more majestic than the old man who is an honorary committee member.

He just stepped into the room, as if the king of the forest had stepped into the territory, taking away all sense of existence.

"It's you..." When he saw the person coming, the old man's expression changed.

Chris' face was even more pale, his lower body was limp, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at the visitor.

It's hard to say anything.

"The first... the first... the leader..."

Yes, he was able to bypass the elders who were both the founding founders of the group and honorary committee members. His status was so aloof that even the current committee members did not look down on him, and he could directly manipulate them in front of them.

The entire Guzmán family.

There is only one true controller of the group.

The current leader.

"Fernand, what are you doing here?"

The old man stared at the visitor coldly.

After the initial surprise, his expression slowly returned to calm.

The man looked at the check in the other person's hand.

Then I looked at the empty dividing walls on both sides.

I laughed immediately.

"If we don't come here, I'm afraid the entire Guzman Group will be emptied out bit by bit by you old guys."

He glanced coldly at Chris next to him.

The other party was so frightened that he crawled to the ground and left the conference room.

The door closed, the man's face suddenly turned cold, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Who was that person who came before?"

"That's my client, you don't need to ask."

Being questioned by men is like interrogating a prisoner.

The old man doesn't look good either.

The man's eyes suddenly darkened, and his expression was extremely cold.

"You old guys are really disobedient. I know the arms business is your cash cow, but you need to know what you can and cannot do. Do you know why the old leader went down?"

"Didn't you personally overthrow him?"

The old man looked at him sideways without fear and said coldly.

"When you took your father's place and kicked us old guys out of office, you promised to ensure that we would have food and clothing, and that our lives would not be threatened. In addition to rights, we would not lose any of our previous benefits."

The man sneered.

"I guarantee that you will have enough food and clothing, and that your lives will not be harmed, but I am not letting you embezzle the wealth of the Mo Group and harm the interests of the family!"

"What interests are harmed? Just like Miss Mollica said, it's just some broken weapons."

"Even if she takes those weapons and doesn't return them, we still have one billion Citi coins in our pocket, and no one else knows about it. Don't you know that with our supply channels and purchase prices, we still make a lot of money?

Why don’t you do this kind of business where you can make a sure profit without losing any money?”

"Besides, I just borrowed the name of the group and used my own connections and channels."

The old man is confident and confident.

For these brothers who rose from the grassroots and were fed up with the life in the slums. They climbed up from the bottom and licked blood on the tip of the knife.

What they desire most throughout their lives is rights.

Without rights, they can only pursue money.

If you can't even pursue money.

At his age, he might as well be dead.

The man couldn't help but feel angry when he heard the other party's absurd reasoning.

"You have a fart channel for riding a horse?!"

He cursed loudly in native Iberian.

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(End of chapter)