Heavenly Dao Formula

The mage threw the horn to the ground and opened the office door.

Morrill was standing outside the door.

Seeing the blood dripping from under the horn, he covered his mouth in shock, "How could this be..."

"You seem surprised?" Philip asked knowingly. "It's all thanks to you."

"Didn't you say...just talk to him...and promise not to harm him?" Morlier's face turned pale and his voice trembled, "You said...you won't harm him..."

"The premise is that he is as obedient as you. We have always been tolerant to those who are willing to join us." Philip smiled half a smile, "Unfortunately, until this time, he still intends to fight the factory to the end, and we have no choice."

Morrill fell to his knees, retching.

"Speaking of which, don't you think it will come to this point at all? If you say that you are completely unprepared, you are lying to yourself, right?"

The steward leaned back, raised one leg, and looked down at Morlier, but the latter couldn't say a word of rebuttal for a long while.

Factories were never good people, of course he knew it!

It is precisely because of this that Morlier is full of fear of these people.

If there was no way out, how could he help the other party to come over.

"But don't worry, you will be rewarded by Mr. Azier, and it is not impossible to become a master in one step." Philip reassured.

"What else do you want me to do?" He replied with a dry voice.

This is the end of the matter, and nothing can be undone.

"The factory does have new goods that need to be moved, but it's not in the Azure Fort Harbor, but in another place. You just need to cooperate with us later." Philip waved his hand, signaling him to leave first.

After Morlier stumbled out of the office, the steward came to the cabinet next to the desk and opened the door.

"How is it? Seeing the people you tried your best to protect, what do you really look like?"

"Woo——"

The one tied up in the locker is Momola.

Not only were her hands and feet tightly bound with hemp rope, but her mouth was also stuffed with cloth. Although he couldn't see what was going on in the room, he could know what happened in the room from the movement in his ears.

Her eyes were waiting for Philip angrily, and there seemed to be flames burning in her pupils.

"Scary eyes. But you are just a half-beast, what can you do?" Philip took off the cloth strip from her mouth, "Honestly, I really feel worthless for you. I only want to help others, but Forget who you are."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Momola coughed violently, "If you do this...you won't be afraid of the employees of Baiguoyuan...will you fight to the end?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid." Philip smiled, "That's why we attack the leaders first. Do you think that without you diehards, how many people will really fight against the factory in the future? In fact, like Morrill People like this are the norm, and if you expect them to be united forever, it would be too high of them."

Momola's expression suddenly changed, "Where's Mrs. Karan? Don't you even plan to let her go!?"

"A half-dead old thing, it's too long to come to participate in this kind of thing?" Philip still looked polite, but his words were as deadly as a poisonous snake, "Gore will deal with her, You don't need to worry about that."

Momola felt the blood rushing to her head from all over her body.

She gritted her teeth for a long time before she stared at Guan Shi and said, "...Kill me."

"Not yet." Philip shook his head. "The reason why I let you witness this with my own eyes is to tell you that the hired workers are not worth saving at all, and all your efforts are in vain."

"Don't you want me to turn against the factory!"

"That's not necessary. As long as you are alive, you will be of great help to us." Philip put the cloth strip back into her mouth, and then looked at the mage, "It's time for the next step."

...

"Ms. Callan, have you finished counting the goods in the packing group?"

In the warehouse, Gore asked with a notebook. This is also a routine check before the goods leave the market. For different quality jams, the packaging specifications are also different. It’s just that in the past, the packaging team basically reported on their own, and the supervisors then reviewed it. Managers seldom handle such trivial matters in person.

But the supervisor didn't show up in the factory area for the past two days, so when Gore came to check, Mrs. Karan didn't have any doubts.

"It's almost there. There is still the last pile left. The total number of first-class products should be more than the last two months."

"Really?" Gore put down his notebook calmly, and took out the cane stick on his waist - he deliberately replaced the thorny part of the stick head with a solid iron ball, which seemed to reduce the deterrent effect, but when it aimed at the vital point, it The killing effect is even better.

Mrs. Callan suddenly asked, "Mr. Gore, do you have any children?"

Gore frowned slightly, "Of course, why are you asking this?"

The other party said while counting the goods, "The child should be living a good life, right? But have you ever thought about what kind of life he will live if your family suffers accidents and the child falls to the bottom?"

"Are you cursing me?" Goyle sneered.

"Understand whatever you want, but what I want to say is that what we do is not harmful to you." Mrs. Karan said calmly, "You are only working for Azie, and the probability of becoming a big businessman is very slim , and for Azie, you can be replaced at any time. Isn't it an ideal thing to bring back a little something from the upper layer and make the lower layer greatly improved?"

"..." Gore was silent for a while.

"It seems that you have also noticed it." Karan smiled, "In a sense, there is no essential difference between you and an employee. Once the employer abandons you, your family will undergo earth-shaking changes. For this kind of Things, I can't be more clear..."

"Do you think Your Excellency Azie will just sit back and watch this happen?"

"Of course he won't, but he can't change that."

Gore couldn't help but sarcastically said, "I don't see that you still have such abilities."

"As long as he can't produce jam by himself, the final victory cannot belong to him." Mrs. Callan didn't care about his sarcasm at all, "Momora is right, everyone will see what we do In my eyes, at that time, more and more people will choose to fight, and it is impossible for Azie alone to block this storm."

"Maybe." Gore slowly walked behind her, "But what you said is just a possibility."

And if he can't fulfill Philip's order, something will happen.

It is precisely because he will be replaced that he has to work hard to hold on to this rope.

Gore raised the cane in his hand, and the moment the other party turned around, it slammed on the top of her head!

I'm sorry, I thought I could continue double-shifting today, but the fever has not subsided, and I am very dizzy. I measured the blood oxygen myself, and it doesn't look like a new crown. I will take another day alone, hoping to survive. I really don't want to go to the hospital at this time.