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Tashiro's balls hurt now. This has already been exposed by visual inspection before you climb up. Keep climbing up. The girl always feels a little embarrassed when she looks at it from the window. Just give up. It’s a pity to have climbed so high. What’s more important is to climb so high. It’s not easy to think about it when you’re high.

At this time Richard also came over: "Gwen, what are you looking at?"

"There is a weirdo crawling towards us downstairs," Gwen said. "It looks like a ninja. Maybe it's the same group as last time? Should we catch him and ask him?"

Richard smiled and said: "Then why bother? It's not easy for people on such a rainy day. Besides, he won't be able to climb up right away. We can just wait and be done."

"Oh." Gwen nodded.

Anyway, with Richard here, she had nothing to worry about. Besides, she felt anxious watching the ninja slowly crawling up on the rope. He probably wasn't particularly good at fighting. She thought that if it were her, she would be able to climb up without any tools in a few clicks, and she could even run vertically along the wall. While running, she might be able to ask, "Brother, do you want to buy it?"

But then the ninja brother below may have a mental breakdown.

Tashiro managed to climb up with great effort. When he climbed to the window, he found that everyone had thoughtfully opened the originally closed window for him, even saving him the effort of prying it open. As soon as he poked his head out of the window, he saw a man and a girl watching around the room, as if they were waiting for him to come up.

When he came in, he was soaked in the rain like a drowned rat, and the rain splashed all over the floor. Richard said with a smile: "Have a rest, brother, do you want some water? It's still warm from the heat."

Tashiro Makoto: "."

Brother Ninja said his mentality was about to explode. He wants to say that my special cat is a ninja, and I am here to intimidate your husband. Can you please respect my work?

"You're welcome, just sit down and put the sword down on your back. It looks very heavy on your back." Richard laughed.

Brother Ninja ignored it, still trying to maintain his mysterious image. He lowered his voice and said, "We, the Hand, would like to interview your lord."

There is no need to say more about time and place. Because he was thinking that if there really was such a mysterious boss behind Richard, then they must also know that Midtown Circle Financial Company was actually the vest of the Hand. And if Richard didn't have that kind of background, there would be no need to reveal too much to him.

When Richard heard this, he immediately figured it out. Sure enough, it was the Hand's ninjas again. After all, he had killed Mrs. Gao before, so he hadn't thought about the possibility that these people would come back to cause trouble. Richard thought about cutting off all the remaining fingers on his hand to save them from endless trouble in the future.

He thought for a while: "What if we refuse?"

Tashiro snorted coldly. He drew out the long sword behind him with a swipe, and a bright silver light cut the air with water droplets, and the cold and sharp sword tip pointed directly at the tip of Richard's nose.

"If I were you, Mr. Li, I would pray that the gentleman had better be willing to have a chat." He said coldly, filling the scene, "otherwise you may be out of luck."

Tashiro feels that he has finally found the right rhythm from the moment he entered the game. This is the reason why his superiors sent him here! Show force and show a tough attitude to let the other party know that the Hand is not a soft persimmon.

Richard looked at the tip of the sword pointed at his nose and raised his eyebrows.

Three seconds later, a red figure suddenly flew out of the window into the rain curtain, and the man and his sword fell downwards along with thousands of raindrops.

Gwen covered her mouth by the window: "Is this going too far? This is the eighth floor."

"It's okay, it's okay." Richard smiled and clapped his hands, "There is a trash can directly below. This guy is very strong. The garbage buffer will prevent him from falling, but the smell will be a bit heavy. Don't worry, I should be able to throw it out quite accurately. When I was playing basketball in high school, I would hit one out of ten three-pointers."

Gwen: "."

She didn't know why, but she suddenly started to worry about the life and death of the buddy below.

Gwen still felt a little worried when she thought about it. After all, the little girl was kind-hearted and could not be cruel to others. So she lay down by the window and looked down, and suddenly said in surprise: "Mr. Li, the lid of the trash can below is closed."

Richard: "."

Ahem, miscalculation. So he also came closer: "So, is that ninja brother still angry?"

Although the ninjas of the Hand are not good at all, it is not a big deal to kill them. However, as the saying goes, if the two countries are at war without killing the envoys, the impact will not be very good after all.

"I don't know." Gwen shook her head, "He's gone."

Richard stood by the window and followed her gaze down, only to see that the streets behind were empty, with not a single ghost in sight. The lid of the trash can at the bottom of the building was indeed closed.

However, it is not difficult to guess from the traces left below that the ninja brother must have grabbed the rope he was climbing on when he was free-falling, and swung along the rope to the short building next to him and slipped away.

Richard nodded slightly and tried to save his face: "He is a Hand ninja after all, so I knew he had a back-up plan."

Gwen blinked. She began to feel that the credibility of every word Mr. Li said was gradually declining.

"But what did he mean?" Gwen was confused. "What did he just say about adults? Who was he referring to?"

"Who knows." Richard shrugged helplessly.

He was also confused. Didn't he just mention Shafrin's name to Kingpin by accident? He didn't even make up the story or background. Why did it become an urban legend?

But the Hand's insistence on clinging to this non-existent "safrin" is a troublesome thing, so we might as well find a way to deal with it once and for all.

Richard thought for a moment and picked up the phone: "Hello, Jessica? Where are you?"

"Where else can it be? In the office." Jessica on the other end of the phone said angrily, "Didn't you say that the manuscript about the event hosted by Osborne Company has to be rushed out by tomorrow morning? I'm planning to stay up all night. Already."

oh? There is such a thing.

Richard thought for a while: "Then leave this matter to Hodge. Just tell him that it was me who said it. You should come back soon."

Jessica was startled. When did the boss become so nice?

No, there must be something fishy.

Could it be that because her salary was deducted too much and she had too many debts, her boss finally decided to let her go. So what?

"Stop talking nonsense and come back quickly. I have something important to give you. It's urgent."

"oh."

Yesterday, I learned from an old author. He suggested counting the number of first orders on the day of launch, adding one update for every five hundred subscriptions and one update for every ten thousand dozen.

After thinking about it, I felt that what the boss said made sense, but when I lowered my head and looked at the number of saved manuscripts, I felt a little disappointed.

So I’ll update it first today, and continue to save my manuscripts. It will definitely be guaranteed to have at least five updates on the day it is released, and then the subscription rewards will be calculated and additional updates will be added.

There are only three days left until it is released. If I try hard, I will have to save at least twenty chapters for preparation. . .

Then again before it goes on the shelves...please vote for recommendation, brothers! ! !