I really don't care

Moore didn't want to talk, and it wasn't a big deal this time, but it looked like a low-level one who was jealous...

Well, Moore pushed those thoughts out of his mind.

To put it simply, there is a small high-level executive in the "second-hand smoke", or a cadre, named Gardner Griffin.

His woman was spotted by someone, and when his face was turned green, Gardner's eyes were tearing apart, but he couldn't beat him, instead he was beaten up and his woman was taken away.

The woman's name was Renee David.

To be honest, Moore can't say he hates this matter, but he can't say he likes it either.What kind of crap is it that my lover can't hold on to himself and still organizes to find a place for him.

Moore frowned.

Hear what Aubrey said?

He felt it was embarrassing to lose, but he was considered the second in command, so he couldn't intervene by himself. When he was upset, he thought of Moore, thinking that Moore had nothing to do anyway, so he just went to solve this matter.

Because the opposite is also a little leader.

If Aubrey, the second-in-command, went and lost, it would be even more embarrassing, but it would be better to let Moore go.

Moore: Listen, is this what people say?

To be honest, he can more or less guess what Aubrey is thinking, but what does that have to do with him?

Even if he didn't want this organization, it had to be because he didn't want it, but it couldn't be because he didn't keep it in the hands of the people below.

Moore deeply knows that if suppressed, the people below may feel uncomfortable instead, and the rebound will be even more severe.

Might as well just let them do it themselves, and then go back and clean up the mess.

A good organization full of anti-bones and a rotten loyal organization, Moore chose the latter.

He doesn't like to spend too much time doing this, otherwise it won't be Aubrey's turn to take power.

Moore stroked the hair on his forehead irritably.

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Aubrey himself was also very reluctant, otherwise there would not be a run on the inside and outside of the words.

Aubrey felt that Moore's agreement to this matter must be because he wanted to win people's hearts.It seems that some things really need to be left behind, maybe a partner is needed?

But other high-level leaders unanimously decided that the leader should come forward, and Aubrey could only ask Moore.

After all, Aubrey is only the second-in-command and cannot represent all the high-level suggestions. After all, Moore was invited back.

But this group of high-level officials just let Moore go alone.

He didn't ask him to bring any subordinates, so he went alone by himself.

Are you afraid that you want Moore to die?

Moore thought about it, and felt that there was no problem with his own strength, so he didn't care about their calculations.Anyway, they are all a bunch of mobs, which is completely unnecessary.

Maybe they are worried that the leader of 'Secondhand Smoke' is too weak and want to test it out?

But... Moore's heart is still a little heavy, and it can be seen that, in fact, if it is a different person, it may not be able to retreat unscathed.

But as long as he can go back, those higher-ups will look at him differently.

Gotham still respects strength, and it really hasn't changed from the very beginning to the present.Maybe everything is not eternal, but Moore, who found that Gotham has not changed, is not at all unhappy about being calculated, but feels strangely happy.

When he saw the chubby and obscene Gardner Griffin in his 30s, his mood began to drop visible to the naked eye.

This person doesn't look like a good person, he looks like someone who has been in a high position for a long time, and because of the flattery of the people below, he thinks a bit too high of himself.

Without further ado, Moore went up and gave Griffin a kick.

Whoever's to blame, he doesn't look like a nice guy, kick him first for causing trouble to the organization.

Although this organization is not that important to Moore, it can't be directly ruined because of this idiot's behavior-that would be too embarrassing, right?

Moore used [-]% to [-]% of his strength, but he didn't kick Griffin's body with his foot, but kicked his arm, kicking from the side. Moore heard the sound faintly, and he must have broken a bone.

Griffin's face broke out in cold sweat from the pain, but he still smiled, "Leader, leader..."

Moore twisted a cigarette, and his words were a little erratic, "Do you know what you have done?"

His tone was dangerous, and his eyes were not kind.Realizing this, Griffin didn't dare to say any rebuttal words, "Yes, yes..."

"Then you should also know how much trouble you have brought to the organization, right?" Moore narrowed his eyes, but the cigarette butt in his hand went straight to Griffin's greasy face.

It was still daytime, but Moore's behavior was still so arrogant. Griffin saw the cigarette butt not far in front of his face, and his back was dripping with cold sweat, "Um...um."

Moore watched his lips touch up and down, still trembling slightly, and saw his frightened eyes start to look around, and finally took back the cigarette in his hand, threatening in place.

Moore blew a smoke ring, "One arm, the consequences are clear, understand?"

Enduring the pain, Griffin nodded repeatedly, making Moore worry about whether the huge, fat head would fall off.

Moore felt that his eyes were a little hot. He turned his head away and pretended to be smoking. "It's good to know, now I'll find a place for you."

"Huh?" Griffin looked up at Moore in surprise.

Moore snorted, "Renee David, right, 'second-hand smoke' can't be irritated in vain."

Griffin had just been beaten with a stick, and he was given another sweet date. This trick works for pets, but it doesn't mean it won't work for people. After all, people have bad roots.

It may be that Griffin did put that woman in his heart a little bit, so Griffin was actually a little happy, thinking that Moore was too kind as the leader, and he was really easy to handle by them.

A smile appeared on Griffin's face again, with greed in his eyes.

Moore just pretended not to see it—although having such an ugly person in the organization made him feel bad, but it is undeniable that he must have some talent to achieve such a high position.

Organizations need to be ambitious, or they will be silent.

Anyway, he usually doesn't need to see these hot-eyed stewards, just today, just pretend he can't see them.

Moore sneered and led the way again.For the strongholds of other organizations, each organization has several other well-known organization strongholds in its hands. Since it dares to provoke 'second-hand smoke', it must not be a really unknown organization.

I'm afraid I want to use 'second-hand smoke' as a springboard, maybe that woman was an undercover agent from the beginning... Moore frowned, forget it, let's talk when we get there.

Not all conspiracy theories.

But he seems to be leading the way lately...from Peter to captain to steward.

Moore rubbed his temples.That's good, it also proves that he's like a local.

Going alone seems to be looking down on the opponent's organization, and it seems to be telling them that they can't make any waves anyway.

He came to the gym with only one follower, either he was confident, or he had no brains.But will Moore, as the leader of 'second-hand smoke', have no brains?

Therefore, all the people in this stronghold are ready to fight, and most of them are equipped with weapons inside.

There are really too many abandoned factories in Gotham.

Moore sometimes even wondered why the Wayne Group didn't just clean up all the factories and reopen them, anyway, there is money (bushi)...

But at this time, he will feel distressed again. Although it is not his own money, he already feels distressed for the owner of the money before he starts spending it.

This stronghold is another abandoned factory, and there are guards at every door outside.Moore even suspected that there was still a batch of goods inside, otherwise so many people would not be needed.His eyeballs rolled, and he had a plan in his mind.

Moore was pointed at by the group of people at the door, "Who?!"

Moore just came here to find a place, so naturally he couldn't be in a weak posture.He stuffed his hand into the pocket of the thick windbreaker, and the other hand drooped naturally—the cigarette had been smoked long ago—stopped casually, “Tell your leaders to come out and see me.”

"Who are you! Can you see if you say you can?!" Someone dissatisfied.

"He seems to be the leader of 'second-hand smoke'..."

"The boss said that if Moore comes, he will be invited in."

"Then let him in?"

"It's cheaper for him."

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Moore just listened and didn't say a word.To be honest, if they were not invited in, it would be hard to say who was the cheapest.

Even now that they let him in as a gesture of invitation, he was not very happy in his heart, and felt that he was taking advantage of them by letting them go.

Well, bear with it...

The abandoned factory was used for unloading and loading transactions. In fact, it had not been cleaned carefully. Moore had breathed outside for a long time and when he came in, he coughed twice because of too much dust, which he was not used to.

He regained his strength and said coolly: "Is this a pig's nest? This feeling is the same as when I choked when I first smoked."

The man standing in the middle with a woman in his arms and leaning on the suitcase at the back is the leader of this organization - what does this organization seem to be called Lan or something?It has nothing to do with him, and Moore didn't spend any effort to remember.

It was clearly daytime, but because of the abandonment, the factory was covered with cobwebs and the floor was covered with dust. The sunlight coming in was divided into many beams, making the air look turbid.

It is also mixed with the smell of filth, which can really make people sick.

This place seems to be a little rougher than Arkham Asylum.Don't know sustainable development?Can this place still be used as a stronghold in the future?Moore even wants to press these people to learn what is meant by 'sustainable development'.

It's scary not to know.

There are people with guns all around, as if they are mocking Moore, he is like a lonely warrior, and he really only brought the steward, and he came alone, without even bringing other subordinates.

The man in the middle looked at Moore as if he was looking at a product, and nodded up and down after reading it, "It's a good product, it must taste good."

The author has something to say:

A little angel asked me, why does it feel like I don’t need to queue for a long time for review...

Pfft, because I'm a contracted author, so cute.

And the little angel said that Moore felt so lonely, didn't he have any little fans or little fans?

The answer is, no.

You see, I basically didn't write much about his daily life.

Because he is not a good leader, nor is he a good person, he is like a fixed-range NPC, waiting for events to come to him or he is looking for things to do...

Not needed, because everyone can live well without him by his side.

Moore stopped, there was nothing at all.

So there is no routine for him yet... because he doesn't have any routine.

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