Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 133 Marcus smiled slightly and took off the shackles from his waist

"Sir, we will lose money if we unilaterally break the contract." Hank reminded.

"Losing money?" Marcus didn't care at all: "Losing! Lose whatever you want! No matter how much you lose, we can make it back!"

Isn't it just money?
For Marcos, who is now making a lot of money, it is not a problem at all.

Although he still has a number of skin blueprints in units of millions of points that he has not redeemed, but compared to the sky-high price of points, the little money to be paid for breaking the contract is nothing at all.

"Okay, I'll deal with it now."

Before leaving, Hank asked, "Is there anything else you need to order, sir?"

Marcus thought about it carefully, then shook his head: "No more."

Then the two parted ways, one went to the Hexfly Gate and the other to the Hex Research Institute.

That night, a person in charge of the Foday Chamber of Commerce was put in a sack and stabbed twice, and his body appeared in a sewer in Dicheng.

The reason is that the person in charge provoked a big shot who shouldn't be provoked, which led to the suspension of the full cooperation between the Foday Chamber of Commerce and Hexair.

The other protagonist of the incident, Piltover's "Master of Rat Extermination" Langel was found dead in a secret room at home that night. There was an empty metal cage next to his body. It seemed that some ferocious animals had been imprisoned before, around the cage. The ground was full of scratches.

……

"Well……"

Marcus walked out of the dispensing room and stretched comfortably, looked at the sunlight coming in from the gate of the research institute, and said to himself: "There is no sun and moon in the mountains... Unknowingly, I prepared the medicine overnight. "

This time Marcos was not as addicted as yesterday, but he also worked for nearly [-] hours in a row. At this time, he had already arrived at the warehouse to spray insect repellent, and it was close to ten o'clock in the morning of the next day.

Everyone else in the institute was already at their posts. When they saw Marcos coming out, they just looked up and stopped paying attention.

"Go home and rest for a while, talk to Wei and the others today, and see how Shirko feels in the past two days."

Thinking of arranging three people to add trouble to Silko, the corners of Marcos' mouth turned up slightly.

Shirko is an odd man.

He has the ambition and means that a hero should have, otherwise he would not be able to do things like destroy Van der and take the position himself.

But when he sat in the same position as Van der, he showed a different kind of unscrupulous prudence when dealing with the bottom city people.

In the past, Marcus thought that Silko became a benevolent woman because of Jinx, the 'daughter'.

However, after getting in touch with him, Marcos discovered that although Silko kept saying that power belongs to unscrupulous people, he was actually a 'fearful' idiot in essence.

He wants to succeed so badly.

On the contrary, it caused him to be unable to do what he himself called "unscrupulous" when facing Shangcheng.

I'm afraid that his 'unscrupulous' will bring disaster to Dicheng.

Deep in Silko's heart, he has always believed that the bottom city is not as good as the upper city.

Whether by force or otherwise.

Not as good as Uptown.

This is an inferiority complex developed by living in the shadow of Piltover all the year round, and it is extremely difficult to eliminate.

"Without Jinx, do you still have the courage to go to war with Shangcheng?"

Marcus walked towards the entrance of the institute facing the rising sun. He was very curious about what Silko would do after bearing the pressure he gave. He was expecting Silko's counterattack...

"Ok?"

After getting used to the sunlight, Marcos saw a group of luxuriously dressed upper-class people get off from several exquisite carriages.

Especially one of the middle-aged men with a big belly, if you ignore his appearance and upper body figure, it would make people think that he is a pregnant woman.

Marcos saw the middle-aged man fall to the ground with the support of three 'thin' domestic servants. The ups and downs of the high bulge once made Marcos think that it would burst like a water polo, blowing to the side People are covered in blood.

"Hurry up!"

The middle-aged man was resisted by the servants, and he was short of a driving whip in his hand: "Mr. Marcus is there, move me to the honorable sir, you mud legs!"

The faces of the poor three servants were all blushing, and they resisted him in front of Marcus, and they had to put him down gently like fine porcelain.

That strength.

Marcus almost thought that the strength of the three of them putting down was slightly heavier, and the middle-aged man would shatter to the ground.

"You are..." Marcos frowned and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, with a hint of disgust in his heart.

He didn't like the way middle-aged men treated their servants.

"Honorable Mr. Marcus."

Obviously the three servants were the most tired, but the middle-aged man kept wiping himself with a handkerchief, with a flattering smile on his face: "Please forgive me for not being able to thank you due to physical reasons. The highest courtesy, but my respect for you, sir, in Duckett Foddy, will never be cut by half for physical reasons!"

Duckett Foddy?
Hearing the name, Marcus looked the middle-aged man up and down again, and asked, "Is the Foday Chamber of Commerce yours?"

"Exactly!"

Duckett Foddy nodded again and again: "The chamber of commerce under my name is mainly responsible for the transportation of chemical materials in some... some... gray areas. Many pharmaceutical factories in the city buy from me."

After just saying a few words, Duckett wiped off almost a catty of sweat, and a man dressed as a housekeeper accompanied him, occasionally changing a handkerchief for him.

In just a short while, Marcus watched the other party change three pieces, each of which was a brand new handkerchief, and would not be used a second time.

"What do you want from me?" Marcus asked knowingly.

As the biggest Boss of the Foday Chamber of Commerce, Ducket Foddy would go to his place in person if his physical condition was not suitable for travel. Except for the termination of cooperation between Hexflygate and the other party yesterday, he couldn’t think of a second one. reason.

"No, no, no, I dare not say something is wrong!"

Duckett Foddy frantically wiped his sweat: "I just heard that someone in the Chamber of Commerce ruined our image in the eyes of Mr., which led to the unilateral termination of cooperation with the Foday Chamber of Commerce yesterday. I came here today to clear up the misunderstanding..."

What this guy said was interesting.

It was obvious that Hex Flying Gate used the Overlord contract to force a unilateral breach of the contract. As a result, he didn't have a word related to "breach of contract", but used "unilateral termination of cooperation" and took all the faults on himself in advance On that side, there was no mention of the compensation to be paid for breach of contract.

From the beginning to the end, there is no tone that does not reveal the word "please".

"To show sincerity..."

When Duckett Foddy said this, his flattering expression was suddenly mixed with a hint of viciousness: "I have made it impossible for those two people to appear in front of Mr. again forever."

Without waiting for Marcos to respond, he added another sentence: "The kind of 'appearance' on various levels."

If Marcus couldn't understand the subtext of this kind of words, he would have been in vain all these years.

Duckett Foddy expressed his sincerity, thinking that Marcos would at least give himself face for the sake of venting his anger for the other party, and resume the cooperation between the Foday Chamber of Commerce and Hexfly Gate...even for a part of the time.

Marcus smiled slightly, and took out a pair of bright silver shackles from his waist: "Mr. Duckett Foddy, I am arresting you for two murders. You have the right not to speak, but what you said Every word of your words will be your testimony in court!"

Duckett Foddy: "???"

Others: "...!?"

(End of this chapter)