If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 82 The Eve of Enlightenment
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The shrill screams resounded throughout the "confinement room", but they were confined by the thick walls in this not too big room.

Fran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, commanded his subordinates to pull off the nails one by one from the hand bound in Exodia's posture in front of him. Although he couldn't understand the other party's curse, the extremely painful Howling is the only good medicine for Fran to comfort himself.

It's just that today, no matter how terribly roaring Wu in front of him is, it's hard for Fran to feel a bit of peace. That feeling, like a favorite song at ordinary times, suddenly becomes as unpleasant as noise.

However, Fran didn't stop his subordinates' actions. Seeing the scars being burned on the opponent's body, he began to think more calmly.

It's not that he doesn't understand the reason for his current situation——

His position is threatened.

Jeston is an idiot, a waste that was abandoned by the family and thrown into a place full of garbage like Saint Luotan City to eat and die.

But just like most rich second generations who are treated like this, they are not short of money and knowledge, so he can get the opportunity to develop here. If it is a self-made rich man, even if he spends all his time talking, the other I'm afraid he will only be regarded as a lunatic.

But now it is different, even if his crooked Trojan horse has succeeded, the income from dozens of magical items in a year is at most, which is completely incomparable with a craftsman who can create magical items every day.

Once his ability is fully proven, the costly and hard-to-keep Trojan horse plan will be easily banned, and he who knows the existence of craftsmen may be directly wiped out.

Even if Jeston, that idiot, couldn't think of something to silence him, it would be very difficult for him to take revenge on these demons.

His life has been completely destroyed by those demons, and now the motivation to support his life is to take revenge on these monsters.

But once he left Jeston, the benefactor, he didn't even have the capital to restart his revenge plan. Even though Jeston had sent him a lot of money over the years, the Trojan horse plan needed more than just money. The bait that can be used to send death, the armed team that can be trusted, and the news channel that can grasp the dynamics of the city.

And these are all things that he doesn't have. Even with his disabled body, it is very difficult to find a qualified new partner.

"Okay, let's stop here today." Fran started the wheelchair in a low mood, and returned to his residence. After thinking for a long time, he finally found a ridiculously simple mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you? Where did you know this number?" Fran frowned slightly, but still said:
"How I know this number is not important. Compared with this kind of thing, Mr. Johnson, don't you want to know how your brother got so many magical items?"

"Oh? Interesting, what do you want?" The voice on the other side of the receiver immediately became warmer. Although they were not face to face, Fran seemed to be able to see a face that was quickly changing from cold to kind.

A ferocious smile was drawn on his scarred face, and he said slowly into the microphone:

"Believe me, what I want is not worth mentioning to you..."

……

"Enhanced again... Well, should it be five copies now? Or six copies?" Feng Xue felt the [knowledge] feedback from the label of the [money printing machine] increase again, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. There was no doubt that someone who knew her news People, added again.

However, he also discovered one thing, that is, ordinary bodyguards, even if they know his abilities, they don't seem to add recognition to the label of the money printing machine. This may be because they know very well that no matter how much money they "print" , nor will it belong to them.

According to this principle, the person who can recharge this label must be someone who is confident that he can get enough benefits from himself.

"It seems that someone will rob the prison soon." Feng Xue felt slightly emotional in her heart, but she didn't intend to take this opportunity to escape, or in other words, he didn't think that the person robbing the prison would be stupider than Jeston at all.

Not to mention the fact that someone robbed the prison itself is just a guess. Maybe Jeston just reported his affairs to his backer?
"Boom, boom, boom..." Feng Xue's thinking was interrupted by the knocking sound from the iron cage. He turned his head and found that it was Jeston's secretary. After refining the illusion for the second time, Jess Dun's attitude towards himself has obviously changed. Not only has the person sent to deliver the meal become a secretary, but the type of lunch has also changed to Spanish seafood risotto, which looks much more serious than fried chicken.

"Sir, this is today's lunch. The boss said, if you have anything you want to eat, you can tell me directly." The secretary spoke bluntly in Yan Mandarin with a phonetic phonetic machine, but the effect of translating Konjac made Feng Xuelian Such a strange mixed language is also easy to understand.

However, he did not reveal this comprehension ability. Instead, he was stunned as if he had a half-knowledge, and then he used the grammatical errors in the other party's words and the fact that the other party did not understand Yan Guo to distort the meaning of his words. Two of them were drawn out, and they were shown to the other party.

"Comfort", "clothes"...

The secretary frowned, and wanted to say that what I said was "want to eat" instead of "want", but considering the possible loopholes in the machine-translated language, it was a bit of a headache for a while, but it was still prepared as before The line said:
"I need to report it to my boss."

Feng Xue nodded in understanding when she heard this, then took the plate from the delivery port, walked to the bed and began to eat.

As always, the food displayed the heavy taste of Colombians, with heavy salt and oil, but it was much stronger than the super salty fried chicken last night.

But what Feng Xue cared about at this time was not whether the meal was good or not, but the tableware that came with it.

Although it is not enough to provide him with a western cutlery set, he also has a plastic spoon, a bow-style dental floss and a few napkins. Compared with the situation where he had to wipe his hands on the prison uniform yesterday, it can be said that Very considerate.

Although this caring itself is based on prisoners, it at least means that my status here has changed from an ordinary prisoner to a prisoner who needs to be treated kindly. This little change in thinking is enough to make the guard's vigilance drop several times. units.

A bowl of seafood rice was quickly eaten, Feng Xue patted her stomach, and began to walk around the cell to digest food. Although this seemed unnecessary, it was to leave a stereotyped impression on the jailer. It is said that as long as you repeat a certain behavior day after day and make it a habit, you can easily get a period of free time.

Just as he was thinking about his escape plan, a series of footsteps sounded again. Feng Xue turned her head to look, but saw the secretary who had brought him food appeared in sight again, and in his hand, the upright holding a tray with neatly folded fabrics—

"Your clothes, sir."

(End of this chapter)