I'm a villain, not a devil

"The white crow bit him to death and he didn't know anything. He only admitted that he brought Ai Huagan to the cocktail party."

[Golden Ghost], torture room.

Looking at the white crow in the interrogation room through the single-sided glass, Sean smiled noncommittally.

He looked at Moza and said, "Let him be. Return him to the caravan gate in a few days and give this outstanding businessman the treatment he deserves as a capitalist."

Moza nodded: "Do you want our people to go out and spread the news?"

Sean yawned: "No, it has nothing to do with us [Golden Ghosts], just leave it to Paradise City."

"Well, what about Aihua?"

Sean chuckled: "Ignore him, just let him stay."

The son of a big businessman in the imperial capital also occupies a large space in the plot. Because of the signal sent by the chip, Paradise City will be very lively in the next period of time, including other people sent by the empire.

At that time, Aihua Gan will be of use.

Moza pushed up his glasses: "That kid kept shouting, saying that we were illegally imprisoned. The Empire and Paradise City have a trade contract, and big businessmen will be protected by both parties."

Sean chuckled: "He's pretty smart, he knows how to pretend to be a brainless rich second generation at this time. It's okay. If you yell again, he will starve for two days. If you don't have the strength, stop yelling."

"By the way, can Jiajia still hold on?"

Jiajia's fingers are still stuck to the rocket, and part of her body will melt away for a long time, which is quite a burden on the user.

Moza's face was expressionless: "Jia Jia has already started to take Xiao Ci to bully others."

"That's okay..."

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It was just dawn and the trade area was as lively as ever.

A few days ago, many businessmen were invited to the cocktail party hosted by [Golden Ghost]. While enjoying themselves, they also made many verbal agreements with [Golden Ghost].

The other party is very considerate and the price is very reasonable, which is gratifying enough.

As for the verbal agreement... Unless you will never come to Paradise City, you'd better remember the promise you made with [Golden Ghost].

They are here to make money, not to make enemies, and they can still figure this out clearly.

What we need to do now is to sell all the goods as much as possible and buy another batch of Paradise City's specialties.

Each city-state separated by thousands of miles or even thousands of miles has its own unique products. Some are luxuries with little practical significance, while others are real features.

In the wasteland, technology relies entirely on archeology. This is basically everyone's consensus.

The things you can find in places such as shelters and old world ruins are also different.

For example, Paradise City began to gather because of a giant shelter that year. It may have the largest number of module manufacturing devices in the world.

Coupled with the existence of [Academy] and [Company], the prosthetic module produced by Paradise City may not be the most powerful, but it is definitely the most cost-effective.

Merchants relied on such specialties to wander between city-states and earn a large price difference.

However, the noisy excitement was interrupted by exclamations.

Someone discovered the body high above the ground in the bad morning fog.

The news quickly spread throughout the trading area.

The owner of the White Crow Caravan was hanged on the street lamp in front of the hotel.

As soon as the news came out, all the big businessmen in the trade area began to murmur secretly.

There is usually no Paradise City in White Crow's trade routes. This time when I came here, I encountered something like this?

Murder and robbery are not uncommon in Paradise City, but Bai Ya did not die in the hotel. He had disappeared for several days.

After [Golden Ghost]'s cocktail party ended, he did not return to the hotel.

Now, his body is hung in such a grand manner in the trading area...

This is a warning...

Recalling that Bai Ya's products were competed by several major forces before, Bai Ya finally chose Sean from [Golden Ghost].

[Golden Ghost] reciprocates the favor and invites him to the cocktail party.

The merchants who made deals with [Golden Ghost] in the trade area also received invitations.

Exactly after this...

Obviously, one of the other forces was warning this group of greedy businessmen in the trading area that if they were close to the [Golden Ghost], they would end up like this.

This move immediately chilled the hearts of other businessmen, and they also began to feel dissatisfied.

These wasteland merchants rarely participate in the division of power in various city-states, and what they earn is risky money.

But this kind of risk should be attacks by crazy beasts on the trade routes, damage to goods, high costs caused by lack of information, etc., but it should not include threats from the forces in the city.

The circulation of goods between various city-states basically depends on merchants, large and small. Although they make a lot of money, they at least contribute a lot to the development of the city-state, right?

Entry fees, trade taxes... merchants with a long-term perspective will never default on these things.

But now, just because of a drinking party, you have to be warned?

Many businessmen were so angry that they slammed the table. What kind of overbearing force was this? Wasn't it too lenient? !

They say [Golden Ghost] is a gangster, but at least they are still doing business well.

The news immediately reached the ears of merchants of all sizes who were still in the city.

Paradise City, where countless people died in various ways every day, became agitated this time because of the death of a businessman.

Businessmen, large and small, gathered together. They were the greediest wild dogs and the shrewdest hunters in the wasteland.

Even though there had been frictions in the past, the businessmen were unexpectedly united this time.

Because they know very well that if they don't unite to put pressure on Paradise City at this time, this kind of thing will continue to happen.

In the trade area, merchants gradually gathered in the trade hall jointly controlled by the four major forces.

"I know White Crow, he's a good man and this is a tragedy."

"This is a naked murder! Paradise City must give us an explanation!"

The elected big businessmen were filled with indignation, their eyes were red, and they loudly complained about their peers.

Their acting skills also reveal some sincerity, because this kind of thing must not be tolerated.

A force can secretly warn them and they give in. What happens next?

Most of the entire Paradise City's trade is in their hands. If they don't exert pressure at this time, they will have no chance again when they are broken up later.

In the conference room at the back of the hall, representatives of the three major forces were already sitting in their seats.

Things fermented much faster than they imagined.

"Aren't the people from [Golden Ghost] here yet?" The representative of [Academy] is Director Morgan. He pinched his eyebrows with an ugly expression.

During this period of time, too many things happened in the [Academy]. The various internal problems alone made him overwhelmed. Now he also had to deal with the big businessmen.

The representative of [Twilight Tower] sneered: "What difference does it make whether [Golden Ghost] comes or not? You two, I advise you to give an explanation as soon as possible."

This matter was obviously done by one of the [College] and [Company], and Lan Yan and Lyman were the key suspects.

As for [Golden Ghost]...huh? Are you a fool? Deliberately creating a good cooperative relationship, but then killing the partner before the cooperation begins?

At this time, the noise in the hall outside suddenly became much louder.

"I feel deeply heartbroken about this matter. I have to bear some responsibility for Mr. Bai Ya's death." A vague voice came.

Someone went over and opened the door, and a clearer male voice came over.

"However, I hereby promise to give an explanation to everyone present! Today, I stand on your side, [Golden Ghost], on your side!"

Today the editor asked me if you had written anything super poisonous... I was confused: probably not. Editor: Then why did you lose so much while reading?

Ask me and get silent...

I would like to ask everyone whether it is better to separate the updates or send them together. If we do it together, I will focus on posting together in the evening.