Orc Tyrant

"Thank you very much for giving me this face today."

In the luxuriously furnished salon box, a man who looks about forty years old and whose sideburns are just gray enough to prove his rich experience smiles and raises his thin goblet. The other five people sit on the sofa around him. They also raised their cups.

Some of them are dressed in furs, some in suits and shoes, and some are just plain casual clothes, but without exception, these people have the same temperament——

Fierce.

Some people are floating on the surface, showing them with bald heads and scars, and some are hidden, but their eyes are shining like a wolf.

The man who speaks alone, like a middle-aged priest, perfectly blends with the light blue suit on him. If other people are unsheathed blades or sheathed daggers, then he is like a book book.

No matter how you look at it, there seems to be another explanation.

After the speech, the man gently placed the goblet on the shiny wooden tabletop and leaned back into his thick leather chair.

The rest of the people also fixed their eyes on him, as if subordinates were waiting for their superiors to speak.

"I believe, everyone knows why you are called here."

The man said, picking out a finely processed tobacco from the exquisite box, igniting it with a lighter and spitting out a smoke ring.

"A lot of people have heard the news about that batch of big goods, but in my opinion, only seven of us have the ability to eat Asmeter."

He paused and glanced at the people around him. Some of them were a little fidgeting, and some of them made eye contact with each other again.

So he put on a gentle smile again.

"There is no need to be nervous, everyone is a powerful faction in all aspects, I just want to call on everyone to unite."

The man put the cigarette in the ashtray, crossed his fingers, and said calmly:

"If everyone has their own ideas, what if you get it in the end? The purchase price must be high, and it is difficult to sell. I hope everyone can do business peacefully and do this business well. We are making a lot of money together. Now is the "special period". Even the Congress is looking for ways to make money for us. We can't live up to the efforts of the congressmen, hahaha!"

He smiled and everyone around him also laughed, but it was hard to tell how many of them were true.

Suddenly, the smile on the man's face disappeared, and he changed into a slightly tired expression.

"Okay, let's just talk about business."

Suddenly everyone straightened up.

"All of you here are acquaintances. What is the situation with me, Yasco, I think everyone knows, saying that I am covering the sky with one hand, saying that it is a godfather, that is all rumors in the market, but is it true?"

He waved his hand and whispered sadly:

"I am just a dog raised by someone else. If I am happy to serve the host, I will reward two bones. If the host is unhappy, the next second..."

The man put his right hand in the shape of a pistol, and then tapped his forehead lightly.

"Bang! There are no black eyes."

No one would have thought that the famous underground godfather of Asmet was like a small middle class who complained to his friends in a bar at this time.

"Boss Yasko is serious. With your control of Asmetok's hands that haven't had any trouble for more than a decade, the Solsks can't do anything to you."

It was one of the bald men with a scar on his face who spoke. He is the most special among these people, because he is not only a gang member, but also one of the few people who can connect with the blood worship, but this is only ya Sco and a few people know.

Originally, Yasco did not intend to invite the other party, because he did not like those cultists who love living sacrifices, but because the opponent's strength is very deep, he can't be ruled out. He can only pinch his nose and invite an "outsider."

"Brother Zhuoke, you don't know, we people, in their eyes...that's shit! It's okay if it doesn't stick to the heel, just in case it does."

Jasco shook his head, and then resumed his topic.

"So I have an idea, it's not an idea, I just want to ask everyone to help."

Rarely, Jasco picked up the bottles and filled the glasses one by one.

"Just put it straight, I want this batch of goods, because everyone knows that the state legislative elections will begin next year. The owner is in urgent need of money and is rushing to my side every day, but I have had a batch of goods before. The people from the procuratorate bit it, and the hole can't be filled."

As he said, he sighed.

"The right is everyone to help me. I won't let everyone suffer too much. It is said that the batch of goods is 15,000 tons. At the current market price of 8.41 cents, it is probably less than 1.3 million."

Jascoe picked up the tobacco in the ashtray again, but instead of smoking, he wiggled it between his fingers.

"According to 30% of the profit, it is less than 400,000. I will directly pay out 200,000. The five of you will divide it equally. Also, there must be follow-up supply. For the time being, I will not fight with everyone. If it is good, don’t forget everyone. That’s all, I’m done."

At this time, the originally kind middle-aged man suddenly turned into a wolf with sharp eyes, even more sharp-edged than the five people around him, as if he were the head wolf in a pack of wolves.

"Who is for? Who is against?"

For a while, everyone was fidgeting.

"I object."

Suddenly, a blessed bald man in a white suit sitting on the left hand side of Yasco said, with a cigarette in his hand.

Taking a look at the panicked people, the man took a breath and said slowly:

"Boss Yasco, this number... isn't it right."

"Brother Yalin, what's your advice?"

"Now the market price is 8.41 cents, but it is rising every moment. Two months ago, the market price was still 8.2 cents. I heard that...the Red Palace is already talking about the feasibility of grain control and rationing. This price, I think. It’s going to go up. If you hold it in your hand for a year or a half, it’s more than that, right?"

Suddenly the other four people also started to whisper, but Yasco still maintained a very decent smile, which made the speaking man a little nervous, his tongue knotted, and it took several seconds to smooth it out.

"Also, also, I heard that this batch of goods does not require money or real money, and even dogs (referring to guns) do not need to use them. Just spend some scraps of copper and iron. This profit... I am afraid it is more than 30%. In my opinion, 70% is always there, so you can send beggars more than just these to us, right?"

"He, what he said, well, it seems to make sense."

The other person also squatted out his thoughts, and the others seemed to mean that. Yasco lowered his head and smiled, and then patted his palms twice.

"Lovely, everyone is so cute."

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, the man in white who was the first to speak suddenly strangled his neck, convulsed all over, and let out a painful gasp.

"he!"

When the people around saw it, the first thing they thought of was not first aid, but took out various life-saving items, such as a pendant or a scroll that looked very old.

But Jasco raised his hand and said with a smile:

"No need to be nervous, Yalin's brother is just unwell, wolf poison!"

The door was pushed open, and a huge man who was as big as Ok came in, his skin was a rare pale red.

"Take Mr. Yalin to rest."

"Yes."

With that said, the giant man carried the man on his shoulders, immediately closed the secret room and closed the door again.

"Well, the episode is over. I hope to solicit your opinions once again. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

The same question, but no one said anything this time, and Yasco still had that kind smile on his face.

"Then thank you for your understanding and support. It's late, so I won't leave you for dinner."

Soon, the grim-faced people left the wolf den, while Jascoe remained in the secret room, drinking alone.

When the seconds on the wall turned around, a slender figure emerged from the dark corner.

"Give me to contact that person and say that my price has already been paid, and things will be ready within a week."