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Mr. Eleven looks at Tazito.This man just asked him to save his subordinates, and he looked like a villain who would do anything at all. Mr. 11 is pretty sure he doesn't like him this way.So he said blankly, "We'll talk about it after you finish eating."

Tazito didn't understand what this man was trying to do, and he wasn't a kindergarten kid.

Mr. 11: "I'm afraid you will put the bowl on my face."

Tazito was startled, then understood.

He wasn't going to continue helping him.

It makes sense. Mr. 11 has already helped hack that satellite, enough money.But he actually had further expectations of this bastard, which made him unhappy.

He buried his head in his meal, thinking about how he should use the known conditions, who to ask for help, and how many cards he could play.

When he put the bowl down, he had already thought of another plan.The only problem is, he can't trust anyone on this planet.Anyone could kill him for their own benefit.

Mr. 11 heard the sound of the bowl being put down and looked back at him.Finding that lunch didn't calm him down.The man didn't know what he was thinking, and the hostility on his face became more and more serious.It's time to interrupt him.

Mr. 11 asked: "How are you going to convince me to help you?"

Tazito was still engrossed in his plan, with a stern look on his face.Hearing what he said suddenly, Leng suddenly turned his right eye and looked at him for a while.

What he means is... is there still room for negotiation?

He weighed it up, compared to asking for help from a strange villain, this person in front of him was indeed his best choice.

Tazito's identity determines that he understands better than anyone else that there is no free lunch in the world.He assumed the attitude of a businessman and said, "You come to open the conditions. Money, any property rights under my name, you should be very clear about what I own, or how many times you want to fuck me."

Hearing the last item, Mr. 11's eyes darkened a bit.Grabbing the arm of Tazito's chair, he dragged him and the chair to his side.It was a task chair with wheels, and it slammed into Mr. Eleven's chair.Tazito couldn't sit still and supported Mr. 11.

Mr. 11 grabbed Tazito's arm viciously, and lowered his voice: "In order to save a person, you would rather sell your body. You make me wonder who he is."

Tazito felt offended by the other party's questioning and said angrily, "Don't fucking meddle in your own business!"

The villain and the future star stared at each other closely, and they refused to give each other eyes.The surrounding air froze, quickly became cold, and became brittle, as if it would burst at any second.

When Tazito's arm was in unbearable pain, Mr. 11 let go.The strong sense of oppression disappeared, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, let's understand it this way," Mr. 11 had already returned to his sure-fire look when he said this, "you only put this kind of condition on me, because you don't think it has anything to do with me having sex. Any other Man, you'd want to kill him."

What the hell?

Tazito's first reaction was no, he paused, thought for a while, but couldn't refute it?

Then he fell into thinking: What the hell...why would I raise such a condition myself? ?what was i thinking ?

Mr. 11 gave him an expression of "I'm not wrong?" Tazito looked like he wanted to bite off his tongue.

"What's more, you have a wrong assessment of the value of your body." Mr. 11 leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, with a disgusted expression talking to him about a multi-billion project, "I want your body Just do it, and you are not eligible to be a quid pro quo.”

Tazito picked up the bowl: "Fuck, you fucking say it again??"

Mr. 11: "Put it down, or I will prove it to you now."

Tazito's hand stopped in the air.He stared at the shameless man, obviously feeling that the threat was not a joke.

When he finally put the bowl down, it was a look of humiliation.If your political opponent loses the election to you and is ordered to kneel on the ground to shine your shoes, that's pretty much the look on his face.

Tazito cursed softly. Mr. 11 made a gesture to calm him down: "My condition is not an easy task for you, you have time to think." Pause, "My condition is to whitewash yourself."

Tazito: "...why?"

"No reason, I think so. I know your organization in Rhea is in a mess. Take this opportunity to quit and wash your business. Never get involved in any criminal activities."

Tazito became angry at once: "It's really your fault that happened to Rhea!"

"Put down your bowl."

"..."

Mr. 11: "It was you who left Rhea, and your subordinates made trouble. I have no reason to intervene. And don't forget why you left Rhea."

Tazito: "..."

Of course he remembered.Because he lifted Mr. 11's skull.

Tazito argued cheekily: "Now I am innocent. You are not dead, you are safe and sound before me, and there are no consequences for my actions."

Mr. 11 looked at him for a while and asked, "Why do you think I suddenly appeared on the magic eye star?"

Tazito: "I don't know, you want to hunt me down, or you have a job here."

Mr. 11: "Because I was stationed here. What you destroyed was my body in Rhea. By the way, you should have guessed that the maintenance fee is sky-high."

Tazito couldn't believe it: "...What? You..." He remembered the words of those scavengers, "You are a shadow? Then why do you... know everything about me and him?"

Of course, because I am him, he is me. Mr. 11 thought about it, deliberately did not answer, and said, "I just know."

Tazito glared at him with one eye: "...God...fucking unbelievable... There are two of 11!" One is so difficult to deal with, and there are two? ?And both fucked him? ?

He needs a cigarette to calm down.He pulled out his e-cigarette case and popped one.

"Ugh! What the hell!" he yelled, exhaling the smoke and glaring at Mr. 11, "What did you do to my smoke!"

Mr. 11 took a look at his cigarette case—it said "quit smoking sugar" on it, and it still tasted like "Girl's Crispy Breast".

Mr. 11 readily took out one, stuffed it into Tazito's mouth, and made a "look back" gesture towards him.

Tazito grabbed the candy in his hand, and looked back murderously, the antennas on the heads of the medical robots that were peeking out of their heads were frightened.

He told Mr 11 that he would give an answer within an hour.

He walked to the temporary medical room, lying on his bed, looking at the zenith, biting the quit-smoking candy between his teeth and shaking it back and forth.

If he agrees to laundering, he will lose all his money to live and work for so many years.He has struggled for 15 years to get what he is today.It is hard for others to imagine how difficult the 15 years have been.

But does his refusal really make sense?Numbers know everything, they can find him on Magic Eye Star in such a short period of time, and they can know the movements within his organization.He has attracted the attention of a number and is equivalent to being thrown into a prison of freedom.It is impossible to do any activity with the number concealed.

If he agrees to Mr. 11's conditions, what else can he do to recover the loss...

The seasoned gang leader squinted his one eye and thought of someone.

Even if he is forced to "wash white", as long as Ivano is rescued, he can still exercise the power of the boss on his behalf.And he can be the actual person in charge of the organization.Ivano will be happy to help him.

Therefore, he must have Ivano, the only person he fully trusts.With him, it is possible for him to win over a number that controls him.

He made a decision, but instead of rushing to Mr. Eleven, he deliberately delayed until the last moment to make him think he had made a difficult decision.He agreed to Mr. 11's condition and became a serious businessman after returning to Rhea, and Mr. 11 will use all the resources to help him find Ivano from this planet.

All day that day, Shane didn't ask Ivano to see him.Instead, he watched Ivano's every move through surveillance.

The person was stuck in the room, rummaging through the room over and over again.Shane guessed what he was looking for, but came to no conclusion, because in the end he found nothing.

"Boring..." Sean whispered dissatisfiedly.He propped his head up, lying on the table like a lazy cat.After leaving his eyes for a moment, he was glued to the monitor again.

"Is he trying to escape?" he asked Air, "Why is he wasting my time like this? Why didn't he escape when the housekeeping robot entered the room? That way I could punish him. Why didn't he escape?? He was Didn't you know I was watching, pretending to be on purpose?? It must be like this... He wants to escape, and he wants to escape!"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and he slammed the monitor screen off.Sitting there sulking, after a while, he eagerly turned on the monitor.Seeing that the person hadn't left, he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the table.

"Don't go..." His mood suddenly became sad, he held his head and murmured, "I was wrong, don't leave me...Fernan..."

He lay on the table for a while, then stood up again, and called the housekeeping robot.

"Get him some clothes," he ordered, "I want to see him tomorrow."

The housekeeping robot accepted the instruction and exited the room.For a while, Shan En felt lonely again, and sat down to watch the monitor obsessively.Just keep watching, watching.