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"Mandela, you look upset."

Someone who had been sitting in the shadows and not intending to interrupt their conversation finally spoke.

Mandela glanced at her and said, "Don't try to be so hypocritical. It makes me sick. Everyone knows that you, Ahmoni, don't really care about others."

(Ahmoni, also known as Operator Harmony, Mandra needs no further introduction, that scumbag cat that smears you with lasers and then lifts the floor after smearing you. I never beat that H level in a long time)

Ahmoni shook her head regretfully and had to speak in the same sarcastic tone as Mandela.

"Well, I'll just put it another way - you're blocking my light by pacing around so foolishly, and I want to finish reading this lovely novel."

"Tsk, who told you to sit in that dark place and read novels? Also, are all you rich people like this?"

Mandela asked Ahmoni in a mocking tone.

"I put so many musical instruments and bought so many books, as if to fill up my front door so that others would not notice that my brain is actually empty."

Ahmoni turned a page of the book nonchalantly and retorted, "It's better to have a facade than to have nothing inside or out, right?"

"you!"

Mandela suddenly became angry, and when he was about to explode, Ahmoni spoke first, with an expression on her face that said "Look, you're anxious again."

I have to say, is it really true that nothing will go wrong if these two carry out a mission together?

"Okay, okay, it seems that you are not willing to stop for a while, otherwise, if you are worried about which leg to move first during the dance, I will lead you to dance."

"What are you talking about? That stupid dance!"

Mandela immediately retorted.

"I'm thinking about something big. There are so many nobles and wealthy businessmen coming this time. If we can get their support, then we can not only occupy a small hill county, but even take over Londinium..."

Look, look, you are dreaming again. Ahmoni couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her.

"Mandela, you should stop."

"It's already this hour, why can't you put down your crappy book? Are you thinking about the leader and our important affairs?"

Mandela retorted with confidence and even put the blame on Ahmoni.

Sometimes Ahmoni really wanted to hit Mandela on the head. Why are you so stupid? You just think about useless things all day long. It's good enough that you don't cause trouble for the leader.

"I'm not talking about your panicky steps. I'm talking about how you should stop talking nonsense and the ridiculous things in your little head."

"You asked me to stop now, how can it be possible! For this plan, from deploying personnel to arranging this rally while enduring nausea, how much effort have I put in along the way?"

Mandela continued to speak, "I can't wait any longer. I can't wait to see the fire of the Deep Pool burn through the city and tear apart this fake behemoth under our feet!"

"And what about you? You and that fake who shamelessly took the glory that should have belonged to the leader............"

"enough."

The expression on Ahmoni's face finally became serious.

"You really, really should shut up. When will it be your turn to make decisions for the leader?"

Hearing this, Mandela, who had originally planned to continue arguing with Ahmoni, suddenly lost her temper.

The only thing worth noting about her is her absolute loyalty to the leader.

"Tsk."

She smacked her lips in disdain and stopped talking.

However, the sudden sound of a communication broke the hard-earned peace.

"Yeah, it's me, yes, we're still here.............oh?"

Ahmoni seemed to have heard some important information. She put down what she was holding, turned around and spoke to Mandela who was sulking in the chair.

"Finally it's getting a little more interesting. It looks like we don't have to argue here about whether your reckless little plans are feasible."

Mandela didn't care about the criticism in Ahmoni's words at this time, and asked directly: "Is it the news from that guy?"

"Someone has found out about this place. I'm afraid that there will be more than just the children you invited to the gathering tonight."

"Someone in the army?"

"Almost. Hey, maybe there's someone I know there."

Mandela raised his hand with a gloomy face and said through gritted teeth: "Tsk, I really want to..."

Ahmonie pressed down her raised hand and said nonchalantly, "Put away your staff. There will be a chance, but not now. We should go. We have other things to do. Just leave this to her. Maybe there will be a good show soon."

"hehe."

Mandela let out a terrifying laugh.

"I'm beginning to imagine this disgusting house falling apart into pieces."

The two people walked out of the room, but no one noticed Bei Chen, who was squatting on the balcony, eavesdropping and drinking a drink. He had been waiting there for a long time.

"Tsk, just listening to this bitch's voice makes me want to beat her up, but, like Hexian said, there will be a chance, but not now, so I'll let you go for now."

Beichen had already thought about how to deal with Mandela, and he would capture her and send her to Rhodes Island to do hard labor.

Isn't her creation good at moving things? She was transferred to the Rhode Island warehouse to work as a porter. If she didn't work, she would be starved. If she was starved for a few meals, she would behave herself.

Also, the gatekeeper was not very professional and let Beichen slip in so easily.

but.

Beichen looked at the clothes he was wearing and it seemed that they were indeed not suitable for attending such a formal dinner.

Then...........

Beichen snapped his fingers, and a luxurious suit suddenly appeared on him. He stretched out his hand and touched his hair, and the few strands of hair that were originally hanging down on his face suddenly stood up.

The legendary hairspray hand, boy!

Is there something missing?

Beichen touched his chin and thought for a while, then shook his hands. The luxurious rings and bracelets - of course they were just imitations, Beichen was not interested in these things.

However, it is enough to fool these non-professionals.

Well, the main theme is that he is rich and lavishly dressed in jewels, and looks like a silly son of a landlord.

At that time, even if you say something inappropriate or impolite, you will not be suspected so easily, and it will be easier to get information from different people.