About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

The father and son, the middle-aged man and the young man, kept cursing and cursing, but as the young man left the office, the middle-aged man coughed violently, and a dazzling bright red gradually spread on his palm.

As for the young man who left the office, his solemn face was shrouded in shadows, and it was obvious that some things were faster than his calculations.

In order to avoid his actions being discovered, or in other words, in order not to be peeped by an old man accusing his sister, he quickly left this ordinary company building.

Instead of getting in his own private luxury car, he got in the car of the girl who slapped him in the face just now.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, facing the teasing gaze of the girl with a smirk on the passenger seat, the young man took out his smartphone.

"Al, help me..."

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PS: I don’t know what to order in PS

Chapter 620 A relic from the past...

Chapter 620 A relic from the past...

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In a secret room deep in an ancient castle, an old man who was reading books under a desk lamp slowly raised his head and asked.

"……What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that our general is still playing tricks."

An old man who had just entered the secret room said with a smile.

The secret room is so small that it cannot be compared with the library-like study outside the secret room.

"Oh, that nameless."

"It's not nameless, it's called an evil organization."

The two old men sitting together in the secret room said that the wall behind them was covered with newspaper clippings and photos.

Some of the photos circled with red strokes circled a sunny boy, an ordinary youth, a slim young man smiling, a sturdy man and a petite girl.

The old man who was flipping through books lowered his head, his raised left hand trembled, which showed the fact that he was no longer young.

The years have left too many traces on his body, but in fact he knows that the longer years have left more traces on the soul and memory.

"It's impossible for us to guess what the general is thinking..."

The old man next to him said excitedly, obviously admiring someone very much, the emotional excitement made him cough repeatedly.

It made the already sickly complexion even paler, and he let out several weak sighs from behind.

"You are still so excited."

The old man who was flipping through the books still lowered his head, as if the books he had read hundreds of times attracted his attention even more.

Apparently among the five old people, the old man who read books with his head down has a higher status.

Perhaps the old man who just entered the secret room and sat in the corner has an extremely prominent connection and reputation, but he cast a fanatical gaze at the old man who was flipping through the books.

The old man with a sick face continued to cough. "Anyway, I can't die..."

"How is the situation?"

"That kid named Gore...is looking for us."

The two old people sitting together stared at the old man sitting in the corner, even if they didn't exude a sense of oppression, it still made the old man sitting in the corner restless.

He looked around, nodded and said, "They are looking for us."

"It's amazing, we have been hiding for tens of thousands of years..."

"It's the first time anyone has noticed us."

The two old people seem to share a soul, and you speak to each other in an incomparable tacit understanding.

In fact, they have gone through longer years and used innumerable means, although this requires a great price.

The old man in the corner heaved a sigh of relief. No matter how famous he was in the outside world, the four old men in front of him were all above him.

In the Empire, it is the duty of soldiers to obey their superiors.

It's a pity that the general they talked about has lost the quality of being an imperial general. He once led them to conquer this world, but now he loves this world deeply.

However, to them... only the world where the Empire exists is their world.

It's just that when the world releases malice, their world is naturally the first to be destroyed.

The long years have brought too much influence. Although the glory of the empire is remembered, the old soul has been scoured by too many years.

"As for Gore Black Cullen..."

"He won't live long."

The two old men spoke one after the other, with the affirmation in their tone as if they could foresee the result.

"It's a pity, with decades of development..."

"It's already amazing to be able to do this. I didn't expect to notice us."

"That being said..."