Adorable Baby at the Door: Mommy, Please Sign

Berglian lay in the hospital for a few days, and the wound has slowly healed.

That day, Mo Tingfeng came to the hospital again after finishing his work.

Entering the ward, Berglian looked out the window blankly, seemingly distracted.

Mo Tingfeng paused slightly and coughed slightly.

Hearing the voice, Berg didn't even turn his head, his voice lazily said: "I know you are here, just say anything."

Mo Tingfeng was choked for a while, and then slowly said, "It's been so many days, have you considered it?"

"Although the news that you are still alive has been locked by us, you must know the ability of those people better than me. If they are discovered, you can guess the consequences. I advise you to explain the matter clearly as soon as possible, maybe we I can still give you revenge, and you can be considered a contribution to the people."

Berglian turned his head in silence and glanced at Mo Tingfeng.

After a long while, he said quietly, "Interpol Mo, since you persuade me, then I also advise you, the less you know, the better."

"Don't talk about these useless nonsense, if you know anything, just say, you have the ability to be like a man, don't grind it."

Mo Tingfeng looked at him displeased.

"Even if I say it, you may not be able to deal with them, and before that, some of you will pay with your life."

Berglian spoke again, and this time he looked at Mo Tingfeng's eyes with a bit of sincerity, as if he was really thinking about them.

"This is something our police should worry about. You don't need to worry about that much, as long as you tell everything you know."

Mo Tingfeng had obviously run out of patience. He didn't want to play Tai Chi with Berg anymore, and his tone became colder.

Berglian was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep look at Mo Tingfeng, "Well, this is your own death. If something happens, don't blame me."

"Natural." Mo Tingfeng nodded.

"The Hell League is a very large organization. I only have contact with a small part of it. However, you also know my strength. So, you can imagine the size of the Hell League."

Hearing this, Mo Tingfeng's face darkened slightly.

Berglian is really strong, and if it were not for Lisa's help this time, he would not have been able to catch him so easily.

Moreover, from the strength and arrogance of the research institute under Berglian's original name, you can see the leopard in your eyes.

Mo Tingfeng pondered for a moment, and said, "You can elaborate. If you make it clear, I might be able to make you lose your merits and suffer less."

Bergen shook his head, "I don't expect these. I only have one request. After I say it, let me see Thurs again."

Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but frowned. Can Jin Fengchen agree?

However, he can't take care of that much, he must know the information of the Hell League now, and can only deal with Berg first.

After clarifying the stakes, he nodded, "I will go back to discuss this matter with Se Se."

"Okay, I believe you."

Berglian nodded happily, and said: "I will tell you about the personnel structure of the Hell League. The Hell League has two leaders, but the leader is out there. Many people, including me, have never seen him and have information about him. I'm afraid only the deputy chief knows."

"The affairs of the entire organization are basically handled by Deputy Chief Howard. The person who came to save me last time was Kyle. He was one level higher than me."

Mo Tingfeng read the names of Howard and Kyle silently, and recorded it in his mind. Then he nodded to Berg and motioned for him to continue.

"The Hell League has established strongholds all over the world, including your country." Berglian said, giving Mo Tingfeng a mocking glance.

Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but be surprised, but he felt that he was in reason, his mood became very complicated, and he didn't know what to say.

Berg hooked his lips. He was just retaliating. He wanted to see how confident Mo Tingfeng knew that his country also had a stronghold and how he reacted. Now that he saw it, he smiled with satisfaction.

He went on to say: "These strongholds have dedicated persons in charge, and each person in charge is graded, from high to low, 3S, 2S, S, and then down, A, B, and C."

"Then what level do you belong to?" Mo Tingfeng frowned and asked sternly.

"I guess what you must be thinking is, I am 2S, or 3S? Unfortunately, you overestimate me, I can only be regarded as an S grade at best."

Bergen looked at him with a good look, "Finally, let me tell you another news, there are at least five S-class people like me in the world!"

When Mo Tingfeng heard it, his brows wrinkled fiercely. His words were simply bad news!

Regardless of other people, a Berg's company is already difficult enough. He described himself as "at best an S-level", so he has a high probability that he will not reach an S-level standard.

There are five other S-levels. The degree of difficulty can be imagined, let alone those 2S and 3S people.

Is the Hell League really a stronger existence than the organization he imagined?