Pirate God-class Vice-Captain

Hearing Kenan's words, Burt's pupils shrank involuntarily.

"Changing six sides...? What do you mean by that?"

"Hehe... Burt, you should be very clear about what I mean, right... Haven't you noticed that Liumian is not what it used to be, I don't need to say it myself, you, because The ability is quite special, and the mind is clear, so it can be left out of the topic, but the others... Hehe, do I need to say more?"

Burt couldn't believe it: "What are you going to do to them? Don't forget, you nodded and let everyone join in. Now, you want to attack them for such a ridiculous reason?"

"How could it be?" Kenan shook his head: "I am also a member of Six Faces, and everyone is equal. What right do I have to do to them?"

As he spoke, he handed Bert the bullet in his hand again.

"So, can I entrust you with this investigation task, Burt." He smiled, without opening his eyes, and just stretched out his hand again and said.

Burt looked at the bullet in Kennan's hand.

Talking about this part, in fact, it has already been put on the table.

Kenan's words were very clear, and he was asking him how to stand in line in this matter.

If Bert chooses to bow his head to him, then everyone will be happy. Kenan has an extra right-hand man, and Bert will be spared.

But if he refuses...

I'm afraid that Kenan would not treat him with a smile, but shot directly!

Thinking of this, Burt sighed helplessly in his heart, but his hand was already ready to take the bullet—although he is a pirate, he is also the captain of the Yeying Pirates after all. He did it in a way he took for granted, and he had to worry about his subordinates, especially... those guys under him seemed a little too weak in front of the other six sides.

But at this moment, Kenan suddenly frowned and looked aside, where a voice suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Burt, if there is nothing too important, my master would like to invite you to meet..."

Kenan smiled slightly: "Why hide? If something happens, come out and say it."

The voice sounded again: "I'm sorry... I don't have the guts to stand up in front of Blood-Eyed Kenan... I don't care about it myself, but if the master's secret is revealed, I will die."

Kenan didn't say anything, but the smile on his face deepened.

"Your master?" Burt asked strangely, and the hand that was going to take the bullet also stopped in mid-air.

"The owner's name is . . . John I. Rockefeller."

The voice sounded faintly, but Burt's complexion changed drastically, and Kenan also showed a slightly astonished expression.

"You mean...the number one intelligence businessman in the black market, the one...John who left the Rockefeller family many years ago and whose intelligence network spread all over the world?" Burt asked in surprise.

"Exactly, if you have nothing to do, please leave immediately, the master has no time to wait for others to ramble."

Hearing this, Bert frowned and looked at Kenan.

Kenan smiled slightly, slowly held the hand that held out the bullet, and took it back: "It doesn't look like a fake... Hehe, it's not easy to make people wait too long for such a big man, then... you Just go there first."

"Hmm." Burt nodded. Although he didn't know why the famous John Rockefeller would look for him, anyway, it was a help to him.

Following the voice, he slowly walked into the night.

Kenan kept smiling, stood there quietly, and watched Burt go away—with his strength, it was easy to follow, even if he wanted to follow the voice and catch the speaker, it would be no problem. But he didn't.

There is no other reason——John Rockefeller, no one is willing to offend him casually. God knows, what secrets are hidden in the hands of the number one intelligence dealer in the black market!

As for Burt... Although he didn't make a clear statement, judging by his reaction, it's almost the same.

Thinking of this, Kenan turned around.

"gone back."

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Not long after walking, Bert met a short man in a black suit and a dog-like hat on his head. When he saw Bert approaching, he smiled strangely and turned around. , and walked with Bert.

"That Rockefeller, why did you invite me?" After walking for a while, the two arrived at a house not far from the port, and Bert asked.

"Hehe, the reason is actually very simple." The dog hat didn't speak, but a voice sounded from the door of the room.

Bert looked around and saw a man in a tuxedo walking in with a smile on his face.

"Ordinary people...?" Burt glanced at the man with a puzzled expression.

The other party nodded: "Yes... I am just an ordinary person. At best, my body is a little stronger than ordinary people, without domineering, and without fruit."

"You are Rockefeller?"

"Hehe... Although I don't really want others to remember me because of my surname, there is nothing wrong with you saying that." The man in the tuxedo said with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm being rude."

"It doesn't matter." John I. Rockefeller waved his hand, "Speaking of which, you asked just now, why did I invite you?"

"Actually, the reason is very simple... It's just that I want to help you."

"help me?"

"Because... you are that Du Hang's friend, and I just want to make friends with Du Hang. I helped you, and then I got in touch with Du Hang. There is a reason... This can be regarded as taking what you need. Right." Under Burt's gaze, John said with a chuckle.

Burt frowned: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Du Hang and I only met once, and we are not friends at all."

"Such words are meaningless to me, an intelligence businessman."

Seeing that John was so sure, Burt would not continue to do useless work. Anyway, the fact that he was helped by John Rockefeller had become a fact, and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.

He asked: "Then according to what you said, Du Hang is really on this island?"

"I do not know then."

Although Rockefeller didn't say anything, Burt had already heard the implication.

John nodded to him: "If you want to stay here to avoid Kenan, please feel free, and I will excuse you first."

"Can I ask a question?" Hearing this, Burt asked.

John tilted his head, "Ha... I am also an information dealer anyway, and if I want to ask questions, the price will be high... But this time, I used you anyway, and depending on the situation, I may give you a free answer, you Just ask."

"Thank you," Burt said. "So, who the hell is Kenan?"

Hearing this, John laughed lightly.