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Do you want to come with me?

A devilish whisper sounded in his ears.

Wesley was struggling in his heart.

He didn't know if this was an opportunity or a temptation that would make him fall into the abyss.

Being cowardly by nature, he didn't dare to take this step.

"Oh, your life is already so bad, will you encounter anything worse than this?"

Weller chuckled softly, his eyes full of mockery.

Wesley was still struggling, but Weller lost his patience, grabbed Wesley by the collar, and walked out of the door amidst everyone's surprised or mocking eyes.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

Wesley shouted.

Weller paused, pulled Wesley to his side, put his arm around his shoulders, pointed at a person in the crowd, and said, "Did you see that? Not only did he cheat on you, but he is also laughing at you now."

"Go ahead and beat him up, and you will have a new beginning in your life, a new life you never imagined."

"I!"

"Are you a man?"

"But……"

"As long as you beat him, I will help you find your father!"

"That too..."

"Go on, your father is a rich man. Don't you want to be a rich man? Do you want to be looked down upon like this all your life? Are you willing to live like this for the rest of your life? Do you really not want to punch that hateful fat face? ?”

"Fack! Ah!"

Wesley's blood surged, and he picked up a passing keyboard and knocked it on the head of Star-Lord, who was greening him, like a fly.

Blood spurted out of his mouth mixed with his teeth. Star-Lord spun around in place and fell to the ground.

Wesley wiped his hair, his face flushed with relief.

Before he could feel the surprised looks from the people around him, Wesley was pulled out by Weller with a smile.

It wasn't until he got on the elevator that Wesley yelled: "It's cool! It's cool! It's cool!"

Weller looked at Wesley with a smile and suddenly said: "You just come out with me like this, aren't you afraid of being sold by me?"

"Like you said, my life has already gotten this bad, how bad can it get?"

Wesley looked like he had broken a jar.

Obviously, the keystroke just now brought out his suppressed personality.

"How bad can it be?"

Weller pinched his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked Wesley up and down, and said, "It seems that your organs are pretty good. I can sell your organs one by one. They should be worth a lot of money, or Sell ​​you as a slave..."

Every time Weller said something, Wesley's expression became ugly, and he even sneaked towards the elevator door, trying to rush out.

"Ha ha!"

Weller couldn't help laughing, looked at Wesley who was starting to take it seriously, and said, "You should feel lucky, I had no such plans."

"call!"

Wesley breathed a sigh of relief.

The elevator stopped and the two got off the elevator. Weller said to Wesley beside him: "Let's go back to your home."

"Go back to my house?"

Wesley looked at Weller in confusion: "Didn't you say you wanted to change my life and take me to see my father?"

"You'll know when we get back to your house."

Weller said calmly and pulled Wesley into his car.

Wesley looked at Weller suspiciously, but he was already on the pirate ship and could only follow Weller forward.

……

rumbling, rumbling...

The annoying sound of the train rang in his ears from time to time. Weller frowned and said to Wesley: "How can you sleep at night in a place like this?"

Wesley looked indifferent: "Rich people pursue quality sleep. As for me... I just need to take a pill if I can't sleep. I don't have money to change my house."

He pointed to a house not far away and said, "That's it."

Good guy, this hotel is close enough to the train tracks. If you open the window, you can eat melon seeds and chat with people on the train.

If something goes wrong with this train and it derails and rushes out, it might go to heaven in a dream.

"Stop at the door."

Weller called to Wesley who opened the door and was about to walk in. Weller stopped Wesley's shoulder and showed a mysterious smile to the two-story building next to him. Only then did Wesley's confused expression appear. , walked into the messy home.

Wesley took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator, opened it, poured it on the cat that was rubbing his legs and feet, and said to Weller, "Sit wherever you want."

Weller turned around, pulled out a chair from the dining table, sat down in the room, and said to Wesley: "Are you ready to sit down?"

Wesley said excitedly: "Are you going to help me awaken my super powers?"

Weller shook his head, and when Wesley's expression was about to freeze, he said calmly: "I don't have this ability, but others can."

"other people?"

"Your father."

"My father!"

Wesley's voice rose an octave and he said speechlessly: "Don't be kidding, he died when I was born, and he might be the same age as me now."

"Are you really sure?"

Weller said with a smile. In Wesley's horrified eyes, a gun appeared inexplicably in his hand, pointed it at him and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of gunshots could be heard far away even in this noisy environment.

Just when Wesley looked at the bullet holes around him with fear on his face, and looked at Weller with trembling legs...

"Shh!"

Weller gestured.

A few seconds later, his door was knocked open, and a strange man rushed in holding a gun.

The man's eyes collided with Wesley's face, and he panicked. However, when he noticed that Weller was looking at him with interest, his eyes turned cold.

He didn't know whether the gunfire just now was meant to lure him out, or whether it was a warning to him.

When Weller entered the door, he deliberately glanced at his position, which made him feel gloomy.

"Don't look at me like that, I just want to help Wesley fulfill his wish to see his father."

Weller looked at Cross with a smile, while Wesley on the side was stunned after hearing this.

Is this his father?

"What a joke!"

Wesley looked at Cross angrily.

Cross' eyes were indifferent, but gradually, a touch of warmth appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

Weller stood up and walked out the door. When he passed by Cross, he whispered: "Kloss, give you 5 minutes. I have something to ask you about the textile factory."

Cross looked gloomy as he watched Weller walk out of Wesley's house. After closing the door for their father and son, he looked at his angry son, opened his mouth slightly, showed a bitter smile, and slowly walked out towards him.

"Wesley, listen to me."

"Who are you?" Wesley looked at Cross angrily and said angrily: "Is what he said true?"

Cross did not answer. He stood in front of Wesley and said slowly: "Child, before I tell you these things, you have to understand one thing. I love you very much. Everything I do is for protect you."

"I used to serve in a Brotherhood of Assassins. The creed of this organization is 'Kill one, save a thousand.' But I found out that this was a scam..."