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To be fair, Murakami is one of the five fingers of the Hand, an old guy who has lived for hundreds of years and is about to become a spirit. When has he ever been treated like this? Even when talking to those politicians and capitalists who have huge influence in various fields around the world, the other party is always respectful. How can he be left aside to watch others eat?

But instead of being angry, he felt that this was a sign that the other party was confident and did not take their hand together at heart. After all, their ultimate weapon "Black Sky" was destroyed in one turn by the mysterious executor last time, leaving them with no room to fight back. From this, it seems that the other party does not need to take them seriously.

Before, they thought that Richard was probably just a pawn or something in the hands of that adult, but last time they brought a threatening message to Richard, they didn't expect that an executor with incredible strength would come on the same day. It seems like Presumably, the newspaper owner's status within their power is not low. So out of caution, Murakami still behaved politely.

Murakami had enough time to start memorizing the speech he had prepared: "Since our last exchange, your organization and our Hand Association have always maintained a good relationship without interfering with each other. That person is also very involved in the affairs of our Hand Association. There is care, for which we are always grateful..."

Richard: "???"

What? What did that adult take care of you? I do not know how?

"We, the Hand, have also promised to provide help within our capabilities - although what we can do is very limited. We hope to continue to maintain the current friendly relations..."

Murakami said some formulaic polite words, but the three people at the table were busy eating.

While eating, Richard suddenly pointed at Jessica: "Girls, be careful about your image. Look at your mouth full of cream."

Jessica snorted to show that she didn't care, and wiped a handful on her mouth with her bare hands.

Richard winced. Do you think you can get married in the future with your image?

Murakami paused and just said a few more words when he saw Richard turning to Gwen again: "Why do you only eat so much? There are so many more."

"Eating butter can make you gain weight easily..."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of getting fat because of your figure? Look at Jessica, she doesn't even care."

Gwen's face turned slightly red and she was pleased to hear it. But Jessica was unhappy.

Boss, why do you have to take me with you when you praise her?

Besides, don’t I have a better figure than hers? Or is the boss really a lolita control?

Murakami's facial muscles twitched and he forced a smile: "Um...Mr. Li, are you listening to me?"

"Ah? Oh, listen, listen." Richard nodded, "Did you just say you wanted to take care of me?"

Jessica's face was expressionless: "I seemed to hear him say thank you."

Gwen also chimed in: "I think he meant making friends."

Murakami: "..."

As we all know, the most critical word for ninja is the word "tolerance". If you want to judge the level of a ninja by the level of endurance, then Murakami should be almost at the level of Hokage now...

Don't be angry, don't be angry, keep smiling...

But no one else would dare to be so disrespectful to an elder of the Hand. This also reflects the other party's strength from the side. Then Murakami smiled softly: "As expected of a person under that lord's command, he is really extraordinary. I admire him..."

Richard: "..."

No, what did I do this time to make you admire me?

I'm just eating a cake, how can this be related to that adult?

Gwen tugged at the corner of his clothes and asked in a low voice: "He keeps talking about that lord and that lord, who is that?"

Richard was happy: "I'll explain it to you later."

At this time, they finally finished eating the cake. Gwen and Jessica cleared the table, while Richard got up and went back to the living room to talk to Murakami.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"That's right." Murakami said, "Because you seemed to have shown a certain interest in dragons in the underground of New York before. But what we found that time were only dragon bones and dragon corpses, and what happened later It also seems to have been stolen by our treacherous Master of the Hand.

But this time, through some coincidence, we learned about a bigger discovery, something more significant than the wreckage. "

"Oh?" Seeing such seriousness, Richard couldn't help but feel a little interested, "What is it?"

Murakami paused deliberately to gather the atmosphere, then lowered his voice and said strangely: "A dragon egg that has not yet hatched."

Richard was a little surprised. It's 1102 years and there's still such a thing as a dragon egg? Doesn’t that mean there are still dinosaurs alive?

But it’s just a bit of a surprise. After all, Marvel’s world is really big and full of surprises, and nothing is surprising.

But what was strange to him was why Hand Hei had made such a big discovery and came over to report it to him?

Aren't the Hand going crazy thinking about the dragon bone? Shouldn't they hide an unhatched dragon egg like a treasure? Since when did they learn to share?

Then Murakami continued: "It's just that we haven't seen this dragon egg with our own eyes. It exists in the hands of some other powerful figure. An informant from our Hand managed to transport the egg A photo was taken, and after our experts identified it, it was confirmed that it should be the egg of some kind of dragon.

Now that Madam Gao, Alexandra and Botu have died one after another, our Hand has only two fingers left, and the demand for dragon bones has also been greatly reduced. If only Suowanda and I use it, the remaining keel bones will be enough for us to consume for a long time. So we no longer need this dragon egg so urgently. After careful consideration, we feel that we can share this information with your Lord, which is a small gesture..."

By this time Richard had understood.

Three of the five leaders of the Hand died, and the remaining two were no longer in such urgent need of the dragon bone. This may be true, but they would never give this precious dragon egg away easily. Most likely, the person who holds the dragon egg now has a great background, and the Hand can't afford to offend him, so they decided to do this favor and give the dragon egg to "Safulin".

But they may be disappointed, because "that adult" is actually not interested in anything that is neither dragon nor dragon's egg...

Murakami continued: "Speaking of which, the big shot holding the dragon egg may also be someone familiar to that person..."

"Oh?" Richard asked, "Who is it?"

He said to himself that the master himself is not in this plane, how can you still find an acquaintance for him?

Murakami lowered his voice again, as if he was afraid of being heard: "It's Baron Wolganf von Strucker."

Richard: "???"