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These people came at the wrong time!

When Black Swan stood up, he lowered his head slightly to cover up the disgust on his face. When he raised his head again, he put on a rather enthusiastic face.

Specifically, an awkward yet impolite smile.

"It turns out it's you guys. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Walking around from behind the table, ever since Gentleman started cooperating with the people in front of her, she had dealt with them a lot in the past few years.

"Lisanna, it's not fun for you to act like this. I remember I said it the last time we met, about a week. It was a week ago, right?"

Half of his face was surrounded by black cloth, and the man with a strange protrusion like a sarcoma on his forehead looked around with ease. The faces of the people following behind him even had sarcastic smiles on their faces.

"We have a companion who was hired by a gentleman. I don't know what he did. In fact, I don't care much. The problem is that the guy died, and he died during the gentleman's employment mission. Although we didn't have any agreement, But the ones who die are our people after all, and according to the rules, we have to show something."

"Of course, this time when I return to Dreamland, one of my tasks is to give you a suitable compensation, so you don't need to worry at all. Just give me half a day, and I will start making a list for you now."

Lisanna, also known as Black Swan, was mentally calculating the time for Zhu Jue to leave, and regretted why she didn't ask him in advance where he was going when he left.

"If you are willing, the president will return soon. If you have any opinions, you can tell him."

Now that the matter has come to this, Lisanna can only think of ways to delay it until Zhu Jue comes back and then let him decide what to do next.

"President, gentleman? Isn't that guy dead?"

The leading man curled his lips and asked. They had received the message in advance before they came. The gentleman's position had been taken over by another person. Otherwise, how could they bring someone directly to the door.

Just as the Dreamland Troupe couldn't wait to hold talks with Zhu Jue after he killed the gentleman, the Dream Eaters organization also needs the space gate channel that was originally in the hands of the gentleman. This time's replacement is undoubtedly a very good opportunity in their view.

"The president of the Shuojin Chamber of Commerce is now Mr. Feng Ling. I have no right to decide anything. I have to wait for his return. So if you don't mind, I will start sorting out the compensation list now and wait for the president's return."

Although he wanted to tell these dream eaters that their companions were killed by the new president, Black Swan finally held back his words, kept smiling, and turned around to return to his position.

"No problem. You compile the compensation list. I have only one request. The first compensation item in the list must be the Searing Box."

The masked man with his upper body slightly arched is like a poisonous snake that has locked onto its prey, dormant. The voice under the black veil sounds eager, but the meaning behind it is particularly cold.

He proposed a condition that was destined to be uncompromising.

Black Swan paused in his tracks, glanced at the shivering ostrich waiter next to him, waved his hand, and said: "Mr. Cohen, could you please go to the door and wait for Mr. President? If he comes back, please notify him immediately. Come here, okay?"

The waiter who heard this nodded hastily, turned around and wanted to run out, but when he came to the door, he was blocked by a dream eater.

"Let him go. We are here to discuss compensation. We are not here to seek revenge. There is no need to make things so complicated. Lisanna, you and the gentleman should both know where the Searing Box is. The new president now says Maybe you don’t know about this thing at all. If you tell me about it, the Dream Eaters will certainly express their opinions to you. That box is not something you are qualified to hold."

There is no doubt about the importance of the space door. While there is still room for improvement, the Dream Eaters are obviously not prepared to do everything possible.

"In fact, I think so too. The Searing Box has been in our hands for a while, but so far we haven't found a way to crack it. Maybe a few of them have a way to open this treasure box?"

Black Swan stood in the shadows, half of her face was bathed in the sun, and her brown-black skin was a little shiny. She had only one purpose now, and that was to hold back the people in front of her as much as possible.

"In fact, if President Wind Chime knew that you could open the Searing Box, he might be happy to hand it over to you."

"Compared with the perfunctory words you are saying now, there is one thing that I find very strange. If I remember correctly, you are a dog under the hands of a gentleman. Oh, saying this may make you unhappy, but you give the gentleman It has been a few years indeed. I always thought you would regard the gentleman's death as an opportunity to rise to power, because as far as I know, you are the gentleman's confidant, and you know most of the things he knows. It’s clear that now that he is dead, haven’t you thought about accepting all his inheritance?”

The masked man took a step forward impatiently and continued,

"As long as you are willing, we can help you get rid of the new president. By then you will be the only president of the Shuojin Chamber of Commerce, and then"

"Then in order to gain your support, will the Chamber of Commerce and the Space Gate be handed over to you and then be treated as waste? Or are you planning to let me join you and believe in a god who doesn't even know what it is?"

Black Swan didn't dare to say how familiar she was with the situation of the Dream Eaters organization, but she still knew something about it through these years of cooperation.

Rather than relying on them, it is better to seek help from the Dream Troupe. After all, most of the members in the latter organization are normal people.

"Lisanna, Lisanna Lisanna!"

After hearing Black Swan's words, the masked man murmured her name frantically as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot. Some black lines appeared on his forehead like a sarcoma.

"How can you talk about that great existence, how dare you despise that great existence, you should pay the price for it!"

Black Swan noticed the sudden ups and downs of the other party's emotional state. She didn't know which of her words had stimulated the other party, but her years of combat experience still made her choose to retreat to the window for the first time.

However, when she really got close to the window, she realized that the window frame that originally had sunlight shining through had been covered in a layer of sticky, disgusting black sludge.

The open door was closed, and the room that was bright a second ago immediately fell into darkness, with only the light barely leaking from the crack in the door providing weak illumination.

"In the next period of time, I am not going to let you talk anymore, because I have to make sure that the next time you speak, you will beg me, beg me to listen to your secrets, beg me to make you a slave under my feet. By then, I promise I will consider your request myself."

Raising his hands and swinging them forward, several people behind the masked man either drew their weapons, moved their wrists or necks, and came forward with mocking laughter.

Black Swan looked back at the corner behind her, and without hesitation clenched her fist and smashed it against the window sealed by the mud. As a gentleman who could be regarded as a confidant, her strength was naturally not weak, but the fist that finally landed on the window frame not only He was unable to break through this layer of shackles as expected, and was even surrounded by the silt.

While one of her hands was bound by the mud, the Dream Eater was already approaching, and someone punched her directly in the face.

boom!

A dull crashing sound.

The screams that sounded did not belong to the Black Swan.

A ball of gravel derived from her bound arms condensed into a fist of sand before the Dream Eater's fist fell, and hit the Dream Eater's jaw.

The force was not great, but it was sudden enough that the dream eater being attacked was hit before he could defend himself.

"This is the child body, is it you?"

With her eyes widened, Black Swan looked at the ball of gravel that suddenly poured out of her body in surprise. She knew that it was a time bomb imposed on herself by Zhu Jue, but she never knew that it could threaten her life while still... Protect her in this way.

After repelling an enemy, the sand fist immediately spread in front of Black Swan, eventually forming a sand shield that blocked the remaining Dream Eaters.

Taking advantage of this emptiness, Black Swan also clenched her fist with her free left hand. This time she did not choose the window, but directly targeted the wall next to her and punched it down without saying a word.

Walls in this era were built with cement and masonry, and of course there would be no steel bars inside. Although it is more difficult to break through than a window, it can barely shake it with the strength of the Black Swan, and it can be smashed out with one punch. A stone pit is still no problem.

At this time, she had no time to think about counterattacks or delaying time. The other party's actions were obviously premeditated. Maybe they had calculated that Zhu Jue was not in the chamber of commerce and came to surround herself, the only insider besides the gentleman.

With no time to care about the situation outside the sand shield, Black Swan made up his mind to find a way to break this wall. As long as he could escape to the street, everything was possible!

Facts have also proved that human beings under crisis can indeed burst out with great potential. After just a few punches, a large number of cracks appeared in the wall near the window, and light penetrated through the center.

Black Swan did not notice that shortly after the sand shield opened, there was another burst of noise outside.

"Not even close!"

With a low cry, the last punch landed in the center of the crack.

In an instant, the wall cracked, and the sunlight representing hope filled the entire room. The black sludge on the windows disappeared without a trace. The streets outside the room were already crowded with people watching the excitement.

Black Swan gasped and pressed on the broken wall next to him. He retracted the sand shield and jumped directly from the second floor.

But as soon as she stepped out with her front foot, the sound from behind made her freeze in place.

"What are you doing there? The repair fee for the wall will be deducted from your salary!"

Zhu Jue's voice was as calm as ever.

The black swan sounds particularly pleasant at this time.