Black Book

Chapter 72 Son of Destiny
"Oh, it didn't cause you any trouble?"

Putting the banknotes in the briefcase into his arms, Zhu Haomiao asked casually.

Understanding the deeper meaning behind the boy's words, Wilson said solemnly.

"No, Lord Murray, who held these assets, disappeared, and many people were dividing up his wealth. I just got the biggest piece, and it didn't arouse anyone's suspicion."

"That's good……"

Zhu Haomiao nodded slightly and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly seemed to remember something and flicked his thumb lightly.

"For your reward."

hum~
The metal vibrated the air, making a crisp buzzing sound. The charming and brilliant golden light drew a beautiful parabola in the air and fell accurately into Wilson's palm.

In an instant, Wilson's eyes glowed with black light, and the gold coins in his palm gradually melted into a viscous black liquid like crude oil, seeping into his skin bit by bit, and converging towards his head along the blood vessels.

The dark blue veins bulged and squirmed like a living thing, climbing up from the palms, spreading to the neck, growing like tree roots, and finally occupying the entire face.

Looking at the face that was hideous and twisted like a demon, Zhu Haomiao felt the ecstasy, joy and satisfaction from his eyes... as if the meaning of his existence was those small gold coins!
Curling the corners of his mouth coldly, Zhu Haomiao shook his head with contempt and pity.

How foolishly greedy he is, not even aware of his own alienation...

Several minutes passed as the young man sighed, and the strange phenomena around Wilson slowly subsided. The blood vessels on his face that were wriggling like earthworms gradually faded, and he returned to being an elegant and calm gentleman.

At this time, Zhu Haomiao could not only sense his position from a distance, but as long as he concentrated, he could even observe the surrounding situation through his eyes and ears.

Tsk... why does it seem more and more like a means for the evil god to control his believers?
I am obviously a sunny and cheerful boy!
With a disgusted pout, Zhu Haomiao flicked his cloak and turned to leave, leaving Wilson behind him, taking off his hat, touching his chest and bowing deeply.

Dozens of minutes later, the young man arrived at the Yanhuang Arsenal with familiarity. When he opened the door, he saw Brother Wang sitting at the front desk, reading a newspaper bored.

"Brother Wang, why didn't you play with the tablet today?"

Hearing the teasing, Senior Brother Wang looked up and found that it was an acquaintance, and scolded with a smile in annoyance.

"That tablet is a real thing. There is only one in the entire Fantasy Realm. I can only play with it during my non-working hours."

As he was speaking, Senior Brother Wang suddenly noticed the color of the dragon emblem on the boy's chest. His eyes suddenly shocked him and he quickly sat up straight.

"You got promoted?"

Following his gaze and glancing at his chest, Zhu Haomiao smiled calmly.

"Well, a little progress."

Senior Brother Wang took a deep breath and muttered.

"In less than two virtual months, no, excluding the time to go back for repair, in less than one virtual month, you have been promoted to bronze?"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao looked at him with pure and clear eyes and asked honestly.

"Is this difficult?"

I spent most of my time digesting it, and I only had two days of serious "cultivation"...

No, to be exact, it was only a few hours in total!
Senior Brother Wang: “…………”

It took me a whole fucking year!

The teacher also praised me for being excellent!

With a distorted expression, Senior Brother Wang pulled the corners of his mouth and gave a dry laugh.

"No... it's not difficult. It's a basic operation for you [God's Destiny]."

"Oh."

Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully, watching Senior Brother Wang gritting his teeth in anger. Damn [God of Destiny], I wish you never find a girlfriend in your life!!!
"By the way, where is Senior Brother Feng? I have something to discuss with him."

Speaking of business, Senior Brother Wang quickly suppressed his jealousy and pointed to the reception room nearby.

"He's receiving guests. Wait a moment. He should be coming out soon."

"Oh? What kind of distinguished guest actually needs to be received by Senior Brother Feng himself?"

After several contacts, Zhu Haomiao has already understood the identity and status of Senior Brother Feng. As the general manager of [Yanhuang Arsenal] in this plane, he is basically equivalent to the president of a company and generally does not receive guests easily.

Unless... that guest is very special and of such noble status that the highest person in charge must come in person to be equal.

He looked curiously in the direction of the reception room, but the blinds blocked all prying eyes, so Zhu Haomiao could only look away helplessly.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Wang's eyes rolled and he handed over the newspaper in his hand with ill intentions.

"Want to read the newspaper? Little Britain is causing trouble again."

Taking the newspaper handed over by Senior Brother Wang, Zhu Haomiao corrected seriously.

"It's Great Britain. At least it's still big now. We can't discriminate based on race..."

But when he opened the newspaper, the overwhelming amount of English made the boy's eyes hurt, and he could only stutter to read the headlines.

"Sick man of East Asia?"

Patients...East Asia...

Sick Man of Asia? ! !

Zhu Haomiao's eyes widened, and anger burst out from his chest, but was quickly suppressed by his powerful [Dao Heart].

Don't be surprised by joy or anger, stay calm! Stay calm!
According to the Global Superhuman Ethics Convention, the actions of the Fantasy Realm natives cannot be used to vent anger on the descenders...

Bullshit!!

I'm going to kill those little British bastards!
Zhu Haomiao crumpled the newspaper into a ball and looked at Brother Wang who was gloating over his misfortune, frowning in dissatisfaction.

"When someone taunts you right in front of you, you don't have any reaction?"

Hearing this, Senior Brother Wang spread his hands.

"I am a staff member of the Ascension Competition Organizing Committee, and the others also have official duties. We cannot act arbitrarily without permission from above."

After saying this, he raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Zhu Haomiao.

"But you are different. You are still minors. How can a child have bad intentions? Even if you accidentally make a small mistake, the country can only forgive you~"

After understanding Brother Wang's instigation, Zhu Haomiao thought for a moment and frowned in embarrassment.

The method of counterattack is a big problem. We must show off our power in a dignified manner, but at the same time, we must not give others a chance to criticize us. The most difficult part is to beat those stubborn native bastards until they are convinced!

But... with the current international situation, those guys will always be tough!
Even if I beat them to death and nailed them in the coffin, they would still shout in their rotten vocal cords: It was just a fatal wound, nothing more! The sick man of East Asia is lame~
When he thought of that scene, Zhu Haomiao's handsome features wrinkled into a ball.

Without a voice, people can distort the truth and slander you at will, while your mouth is covered and you cannot refute.

"Brother Wang, what kind of mistakes do you think I should make by accident?"

"Emmm... To be honest, I don't have a very specific plan. It's nothing more than hanging up and beating all the famous foreigners in this world one by one..."

Senior Brother Wang smacked his lips and sighed helplessly.

"But there's a high chance that you'll offend the [Child of Destiny] in this plane, and you'll definitely die a miserable death..."

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