The immortal body is called Teevat

Osto walked in front, leading the way with firm steps. They passed through narrow and winding alleys one after another, as if they were in a maze. Every turn made people full of expectations and curiosity about the future.

Finally, they arrived at a huge Liyue North Country Bank. Wu Cheng gazed at the simple and elegant Liyue classic style outside, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. This is the North Country Bank

Osto invited Wu Cheng over with a respectful attitude. His movements were elegant and solemn. Wu Cheng followed Osto's footsteps and was led into the reception room of the Northland Bank.

Wu Cheng looked around, immersed in the simple and elegant Liyue decoration style. He noticed that the short black and slightly curly hair revealed a unique fashion style.

The pair of glasses with a literary style adds a touch of elegance and intelligence. And the smile with squinting eyes seems to hide deep wisdom and kindness, making people feel warm and comfortable.

But the guy in front of him is not a good man. His name is Pantalone, and he is the ninth executive officer of the Fatui.

Wu Cheng could be sure that the person in front of him was the so-called rich man Mr. Pantalone, and Osto was also very perceptive.

After making sure that Wu Cheng had met with his boss, he slowly closed the door and went about his business as the vice president of Liyue Northern Bank.

"Mr. Wu Cheng, is that right? Or should I call you the leader of the Blood Moon Cult?" The person who spoke had an elusive smile in his tone.

Wu Cheng's heart trembled, and he instantly became alert. He had not told too many people about the Blood Moon Cult.

At that time, the only people who heard him tell that fictitious history were Cesar and the two little guys lying by the door.

However, Linni and Linnitt were from the fourth seat of the Fatui. As the ninth seat, how could he know those fabricated stories so quickly?

It seems that Pantalone's intelligence capabilities should not be underestimated!

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Wu Cheng. After all, I'm not here today to make an enemy of you. I just hope we can make a deal." Pantalone crossed his hands and said in a calm tone.

There was an elusive light in his eyes, as well as the shrewdness of a businessman.

Wu Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile, and responded: "Business? Mr. Pantalone, you know what kind of relationship I have with you Fatui, right?"

There was a hint of disdain and anger in his voice, as if he had long been dissatisfied with what the Fatui had done.

"Mr. Wu Cheng, please don't be so irritable. Irritation will make it impossible to talk about business calmly. How about you take a look at this document first?" Pantalone said softly, then picked up a document on the reception desk, smiled and handed it to Wu Cheng with one hand.

Wu Cheng took the document and opened it, but it was empty! However, just as he was surprised, he suddenly found a gold note worth 1 million Mora inside!

Wu Cheng's eyes widened involuntarily. He couldn't believe his eyes and thought he had seen it wrong. He rubbed his eyes hard and counted again. It was indeed one followed by eight zeros!

Faced with such a huge amount of Mora, Wu Cheng, after feeling excited, could not help but have more questions in his mind. He knew very well that there was no free lunch in the world, and since Pannarone was so generous, the matter he was talking about must not be simple.

Wu Cheng kept thinking, "If someone shows kindness for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief." He held the gold ticket tightly in his hand, his eyes showing both the desire for the wealth and the worry about the unknown.

Wu Cheng found a place to sit in the room, then turned to look at Pantalone who was sitting next to him, and asked doubtfully: "Well, Mr. Pantalone, I am quite satisfied with the price you gave me, but what exactly is your so-called business?"

Pantalone smiled and replied softly: "Mr. Wu Cheng is really straightforward. In fact, this 1 million Mora has no other meaning. It is just my investment in you and the mysterious cult organization behind you."

Hearing this, Wu Cheng became more alert. He stared at Pantalone, not believing that this wealthy man who was always profit-seeking would hand him 1 million Mora so easily. This was like fishing bait, which looked tempting, but there must be some risks hidden in it. However, even though he knew it might be a trap, Wu Cheng couldn't help but want to try and see if he could pull the bait off the hook and eat it.

Seeing Wu Cheng's hesitant expression, Pantalone couldn't help but laugh. There seemed to be a hint of self-esteem in his laughter: "Mr. Wu Cheng, you don't have to be so suspicious of me. I don't have any special intentions. I'm just making an investment that I think is worthwhile."

Wu Cheng's eyes flashed with reluctance, he gritted his teeth, and thought to himself. Although he was skeptical about Pantalone's words, the temptation of 1 million Mora was too great.

Wu Cheng responded to Pantalone indifferently: "What investment? Please tell me in detail, Mr. Pantalone. Otherwise, please accept the 1 million Mora gold certificate yourself."