Host, she just wants to be a villain

Coker held the work permit in his hand and was about to wear it around his neck. Longman, who raised him, walked in from the door and straightened his collar.

"Coker, are you sure you have thought clearly?"

Langman happened to go out for shopping that day and escaped the one-sided massacre. When he returned to the R2 galaxy again, he only saw blood everywhere. While escaping, he happened to meet Coker and took him with him. Escaped together.

“Once you take this step, you can never look back.”

Longman stared at the young man's eyes, and after seeing the belief that he had never regretted even after nine deaths, he nodded with satisfaction: "You must remember that your relatives were killed by the Campbell family, and you must not forget your hatred. This is the fate you have been carrying for 11 years."

"Although Kunna is nominally a member of the Campbell family, she is loved by the head of the family. It will be more convenient for you to start with her."

"You must remember clearly what I have taught you these days. This exchange meeting is extremely grand, and dignitaries from all parties will participate in it. You cannot make a mistake. After entering the exchange meeting, do you still remember what you will do next? "

Longman rambled on a lot, and at the end when he took the work permit from Coker's hand and was about to put it around his neck, he asked one more question.

"We must take the opportunity to get close to Kunna and find a way to stay by her side."

Longman: “I hope you’ll always be this sober.”

"I will, don't worry, I will definitely avenge the genocide."

Coker tugged on his suit uncomfortably. It was low-key and luxurious. If you look closely, it seemed to have a flowing luster.

Even the clothes of the waiters are so gorgeous, a level that ordinary people cannot reach in their lifetime.

He was bitter.

The feeling of returning to the R2 galaxy again was unfamiliar. Rows of high-rise buildings occupied the entire planet. It was completely different from the green town before. Coker walked forward along the street and heard something in the distance before he entered the conference hall. of quarrels.

"I have really obtained the license. I am Coker. You should be able to find me in the admission list. I was praised by the inspector at that time."

The administrator was businesslike: "It is impossible to enter the exchange meeting without being issued a work permit. Please don't hinder our work here." As he spoke, he reached out to Coker, who had already approached, and asked to see his work permit.

"I didn't hinder it, it's just that when you were about to issue a work permit, you didn't notify me at all -" The other Coker didn't want to give up this opportunity at all. Even if he stayed in for one minute, he would get more salary than he could get outside in a year.

Coker, who heard the quarrel, wanted to find a place to hide for a while, because his work permit was indeed obtained through improper means.

He didn't learn enough etiquette at the time and was quickly dismissed. The work permit he has now was obtained by Langman for him.

He didn't expect something like this to happen, and there was no shelter around him, so he had no choice but to hand it in, trying to keep calm and praying that the inspector wouldn't find anything unusual.

"Coker?"

Cold sweat broke out on his palms: "Yes, is there any problem?"

After confirming his identity on the instrument, the inspector said: "No."

The other Coker didn't know what he was thinking. He somehow felt that his work permit was taken away by this Coker, but he still remembered what the etiquette teacher told him.

"You must not dig your own grave like this on such a large occasion."