After the group wear, I became the group darling of the big guys

In the Black Organization's most secretive base, an elderly man sat on the sofa clutching a scepter. His eyes were sharp and cold, without any trace of the dullness that an old man should have.

"Doctor, haven't you finished your observation yet?" The old man stared at the man standing next to him. He had mint blue curly hair hanging down and wore a metal mask covering his eyes. Only the lower half of his face was exposed, which was enough to show how handsome he was.

He bowed slightly and said humbly, "Dear Crow, the power of these people comes from outside the sea of ​​stars. Although I have come to some conclusions, please forgive me before I make it clear."

The master behind the huge organization stared at the man with cold and scrutinizing eyes, as if he was evaluating the doctor's value. A suffocating silence spread. After a while, the old man closed his eyes on his own initiative: "I can't wait that long, speed up, doctor."

"Yes." The doctor lowered his head, his half-long hair falling down, completely hiding the smile on his face.

After leaving the base, the Black Organization's car stopped in front of the doctor. The tall and strong man was obviously a member of a criminal organization, but when facing the doctor, he subconsciously lowered his head, refusing to look into the pair of devil's eyes hidden behind the mask.

"Mr. Doctor."

The doctor got in the car and said coldly, "Northland Bank."

The car drove steadily towards the bank established by the Black Organization. The driver's hands were shaking all the time. He looked straight ahead and didn't even dare to glance at the doctor in the rearview mirror.

If the doctor wanted to go to the Northland Bank, the "banker" must be there, and maybe the puppet responsible for protecting the "banker" would also be there... The driver was so scared that he almost shrank into a ball, but he still drove the car very steadily.

The doctor sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, not paying attention to the thoughts of the low-level member in front of him. After a few minutes, the car stopped in front of a bank that looked particularly impressive.

When the doctor got out of the car, he turned to look at the driver who was obviously relieved and gave a faint smile.

"It's better not to touch drugs."

poison?

The driver looked back in confusion, but only saw a smile on the doctor's lips. The next second, the man turned and walked into the Northland Bank.

The driver didn't know when he came into contact with that life-threatening substance, but he recently became particularly fond of drinking...the tea that Tsering brought?

The driver understood instantly that the bastard Tsering probably put that thing into the tea and gave it to him to drink.

With a sullen face, the driver loaded his pistol and drove off to settle the score.

"It's rare that you would help others." The young man called 'Banker' also has an extremely handsome face, with hanging black curly hair, one eye, and a smile, looking gentle and refined.

"It's quite convenient for him to use. After all, the previous one broke down not long after use." The doctor took a sip of tea and sat down opposite the banker.

"Aren't you afraid that I might poison you? Why do you trust me so much?" The banker had a gentle smile on his face, but people who were familiar with him knew that his gentleness was just a disguise for this guy who was morbidly obsessed with money.

"We are just allies. Even if you poison me, I will just give up this slice." The doctor said calmly, not caring about the light threat at all.

"How's the plan going?" The doctor was silent for a moment and then crossed his fingers on his knees.

"All their plans and choices were within expectations. The Joker's strength is also growing. The Ace has been recruited by the Joker. Overall... it's going pretty well."

The banker rubbed his temple in annoyance: "It's this code name. I don't like it very much."

Do you dislike the code name or do you dislike this organization?

The choice of the rich has emerged.

"They decided to deal with the curse world first." The doctor tapped the table lightly and reminded.

"We stayed in the world of spellcasting just to give Joker some training, right?" The rich man smiled, his eyes slightly opened, the dark light flowing in them made people subconsciously step back.

"What's the point of completing the game step by step? Of course, the more exciting the ending, the better." The rich man stroked the fur on his clothes in a gentle manner, "Is that right? System."

[Zizi...zizi...the system...zizi...zizi...]

The rich man's smile became gentler and gentler: "Let me see the desperate death struggle of the ants——"

"You are such a pervert." The doctor interrupted the rich man rudely.

The rich man paused, the smile on his lips dropped slightly, and the standard machine-like smile appeared on his face again.

"We have been in this world for ten years. Even if it is just a game, it is time to wake up." The rich man sighed and said, "This is just a game. Let us have fun."

"Indeed, it's just a game." The doctor stood up and looked at the rich man meaningfully. "Then I wish you a happy game."

As the doctor left, the rich man leaned back, his eyes fixed on the tea that the doctor had not even drunk.

He did poison the Doctor's tea, and once the Doctor drank it, he would soon become a corpse.

Saying that you don't care about the slices... doesn't that mean you care quite a lot?

"We are originally the same kind of people, why do we have to draw a line for 'ourselves'?" The rich man did not understand the doctor's approach. In his view, this was just a virtual world for his amusement. Whether he stood in front of the stage or hid behind the scenes, as long as he had fun, the rich man did not care what position he was placed in.

The rich man waved the air in front of him, and a translucent blue interface appeared in front of him, which was completely different from other interfaces.

Compared to Shi Ning and the others' chat room, the rich man's system looks more like a control room. Not only can one see everyone's location and identity, but one can also issue tasks. It can be said that the rich man has complete control over the system.

The rich man looked at Shi Ning's condition, and the injured status on it disappeared. The young man touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Ning Ning...should not be angry."

In this strange world where everyone depends on each other, Shi Ning's tolerance towards his companions has been magnified countless times. As long as he doesn't kill anyone with his own hands, he will never be rejected by Shi Ning.

The rich man blinked innocently. He didn't have his hands stained with blood, and he couldn't be blamed for what his subordinates did.

Reason and madness were pulling at the rich man's reason, and he cleverly found the balance point. He used all his reason to control himself from killing people with his own hands, and directed his madness towards the world of spells and the world of supernatural powers. To this end, he planned for a full ten years, and took every step extremely carefully, calculating the personality and behavior patterns that each companion might display, and weaving a big net that would catch all the "abnormalities".

And Shi Ning, the joker chosen by the rich man himself, will become the agent of this plan without her knowledge.