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Chapter 633 An Oriental-shaped Knife
Now in a particular small building, Kormasi is abusing these neighbors.

This small building is a slum among the famous slums in New City.

People who live here are people who don't even look down on flies. As a person of status, Kormasi shouldn't be here, but there is no way for him to survive now.

To make yourself more secure.

So he can only be a member of this slum, but although his house is well camouflaged, the interior is still very gorgeous.

But he was still not satisfied with all this.

As far as Cormasi was concerned, all the arrangements were just to make him forget as much as possible that he was in a slum.

Bill is here now.

The two of them had a glass of wine each, and Cormaci stood at the window staring at the drunken girl who was undressing and taking a shower downstairs, while Bill half-lyed on the chair, enjoying the satisfaction brought by the cigar.

"Your Excellency, I really didn't expect that you would come to such a place because of a group of Orientals."

After a pause, Bill spoke. His tone was very indifferent, but it made people feel an indescribable boredom.

"If I were you, let the shooters now, send them to God."

"Maybe only Satan will accept them, but it doesn't matter as long as they are not in this world."

Bill said it simply, but Kormasi didn't like to hear it.

"Although you are my friend and my subordinate, you are not our kind."

"You can't imagine how terrifying the Orientals are."

"Especially this time... Even if I send people to declare war on them, the purpose is just to force them and feel the pressure. Then accept the price I gave."

"your price?"

Bill shook the wine glass, his eyes seemed a little blurred: "It should be said that it is the price of several generations of our family, so you must hold on."

"Otherwise, once the price drops, our family will become trash."

“But I’m in the middle of the garbage right now.”

Cormaci slapped the ledge, now just thinking about where he was made him sick.

"I don't know how long I can hold on here. Anyway... I'm already very sick."

"But you're not disgusted enough."

Bill said, suddenly stood up, he slowly came to Kormasi's side, and stopped behind him.

"Your Excellency, I remember that the price we negotiated at that time should be more than what you are offering now, so I agreed to take out the things."

"But why are prices falling so much now?"

There was no dissatisfaction in Bill's tone, but it just made people uncomfortable.

Kormasi didn't turn his head, he was still staring at the woman downstairs.

"Because I'm not sure if I can still sell at the original price, so I have to give myself a buffer here."

"Of course, if the transaction can be made at the previous price, I will not treat you badly."

Bill nodded slightly, with a weird smile on his lips.

"Sir, actually you know that I agreed to sell these treasures at that price because of my gratitude for your kindness."

"Actually, I don't think my family is only worth so much."

"In other words. You came here today to negotiate the price with me?"

Kermaxi's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Have you forgotten what I told you earlier?"

"As long as we have a deal, we shouldn't discuss it anymore, because it's meaningless, and I won't let you get what you want. Your words will also make me unhappy."

"Once there is a collision between the two, it will not be of any benefit to either of us, right?"

"As I said before, what would a furious me do?"

"I don't know it myself."

Bill nodded heavily.I really appreciate his words.

"So your Excellency, it is because you are such a person that I understand better that I have to do something to make you happy."

"Is it just you?"

Cole smiled disdainfully: "Although you are the curator, although you have some status and honor, those are all obtained by your ancestors as robbers."

"And I'm a really decent person, and everything is created by myself."

"Even you must obey my orders."

"So why do you make me happy?"

"I can give you a happy place."

Speaking of this, Bill's tone was more sincere than before, but Colmasi didn't know that in Bill's hand, there was a knife at this moment.

sharp knife!
It is also a form commonly used by Easterners.

"Your Excellency Cormaci, a man I respect."

"Actually, the paradise is in the hands of the heavenly father. All I can do is send you to see him."

"Make you his child!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bill's knife popped out instantly, quickly and hatefully, and stabbed Cormasi's lower back with precision, because the length of the knife was just enough to puncture his kidney.

And to keep him from yelling, Bill covered his mouth.

The severe pain in his lower back prevented Kormaxi from struggling, and was also powerless to struggle.

As the blood flowed, he died, unwillingly and believingly, at the hands of his own people.

"Kormasi, my respected person, I will avenge you from now on."

"The group of Orientals who did business with you killed you because of the price,"

"They were so cruel, so I'm going to talk to them."

"Of course, if they can give me a satisfactory price, then your revenge will have to be left to God to avenge."

Bill said, closing his eyes.He also drew a cross on his chest.

Then, he threw away the bloody knife, and at the same time removed pieces of fake skin from the palm of his hand, so that he could guarantee that he would not leave his fingerprints here.

After taking one last look at the scene and confirming that Kormasi was indeed dead, Bill left.

He even greeted Kormasi's bodyguards as he walked down the small building.

And take care not to go in until Cormaci is not called, because he is enjoying cigars and wine.

This is also Colmar's habit, and the bodyguards know it too.So I didn't say much.

As for how Bill managed to hide the blood on his body, it was thanks to his overcoat, which was long, heavy, and airtight.

When Bill walked out of the slums and out of this dirty place, he started to get some fresh air, and then he also dialed the number of Qin Fei, which he got from Colmarcy.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Qin Fei?"

"Who are you?" Tan Fei's voice came from the other end of the phone. He was a little confused and a little wary, but mostly calm. This also made Bill more curious about this Oriental man. What is it? support him...

(End of this chapter)