mafia clean up plan

Peng Geli's ninth generation was involved in Balian's conspiracy in the battle for the ring, and was seriously injured. He is now recuperating in the VIP ward of Bingsheng Hospital.

Xiyuan Temple is known from Peng Geli's nine generations.

However, in the middle of the night, he pried open the window of Xiyuan Temple's bedroom, and stuffed the sleeping Xiyuan Temple's hand with the message "Please come to Binsheng Hospital to visit me.——Timoteo's own handwriting." Just mention it.

"This old man will feel lonely at this age. Knowing that the juniors of the Xiyuan Temple family are also here, of course I want to meet."

Kudaime smiled cordially, with a natural expression on his face.

"...My father has been under your care all along."

Saizonji's polite greeting made Kudaime look sad.He seemed to want to comfort Xiyuan Temple, but later he felt that the words of comfort were nothing but self-deceiving hypocrisy, so he immediately changed his words and asked how Xiyuan Temple's current living conditions were.

"You gave me and Mingcai enough living expenses every month, and you also paid for our tuition fees in advance. You really helped our brothers and sisters a lot. With your blessings, we are very satisfied with the status quo."

Xiyuan Temple lowered his head, the shadow cast by his long eyelashes concealed his expression.

"Akina's words, I believe she will be satisfied." Jiudaime recalled Akina's lively and cheerful appearance, and unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, "But what about you, Ji?"

Jiudaimu paused, leaned forward,

"This battle for the ring, XANXAS... the behavior of my adopted son made me reconsider. Ji, you are very similar to XANXAS."

Hearing this, Xiyuan Temple also laughed,

"What are you talking about, I will not attack my father."

Kudaimu shook his head and sighed,

"You guys deal with your anger a lot alike."

Xiyuan Temple's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Jiudaimu didn't give Xiyuanji a chance to defend himself, and then said:

"Both of you are avengers who are bound to burn the enemy under your own anger."

"..."

"But you are still different from XANXAS,"

"..."

"That is, you still have a chance to turn back."

"...Pfft," Xiyuan Temple's expression softened, his eyes filled with a smile, "Why can't I understand what you're talking about."

Kudaime also laughed,

"Probably because people get old and become long-winded."

Xiyuanji blinked slyly:

"Let me sum it up for you, then. You need me to do something for you, and it's about your adopted son XANXAS, right?"

Jiudaimu turned back into a cunning and cunning:

"Hehe, Mr. Ji is indeed very smart."

"I want you to join Balian."

****

Regarding the proposal of the Nine Generations, Xiyuan Temple rejected it righteously,

"Do you want me to be killed by your son!"

According to Jiudaimu, he is nothing more than being a spy in Balian, monitoring every move of XANXAS.

Perhaps in Jiudaimu's view, this is also an opportunity for Saiyuanji to "turn the prodigal son back".In fact, for Xiyuan Temple, this is an obedience agreement that does more harm than good.

No matter how you think about it, you are gambling with your life on an unworthy expectation.

Xiyuanji rolled his eyes at the ceiling, waiting for the elevator downstairs to arrive.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator reached the No.20 floor, and at the same time as the door slid open, Xiyuan Temple's face was turned into dust.

Inside stood Balian's Skuvalo, and Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was earth-colored and tense and stiff.

Sitting on Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder, the baby in a suit pushed down his hat and let out a "poof" laugh.

It seems that these two... three people also came to visit the ninth generation of Peng Lie, but judging from their unhappy expressions, they should have met by chance.

It's nothing.

But the three people who were supposed to get off the elevator on this floor just waited indifferently for him to go in, so what's the matter!

what!Want to have a tripartite meeting with yourself? !

After hesitating for a moment, Saizonji felt that there was no need to avoid them, so he stepped into the elevator under the eager and grateful eyes of Sawada Tsunayoshi.The three who just came up went to the lobby on the first floor again.

It was quite a grand farewell party.

Xiyuan Temple stood between the two of them, with an indifferent face, and a little bit of a smile in his heart.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Skuvalo lowered his hoarse voice uncharacteristically, and said:

"I investigated you. Eight years ago... the queue at the beginning of the Cradle Project. I didn't remember wrongly. I did see you."

"Eh?!"

It wasn't Saizonji who exclaimed, but Sawada on the right.

Scovalo ignored the brat and adjusted the bandage on his face to make it easier for him to speak,

"The Xiyuanji chaebol fell into a severe internal crisis at the same time as the cradle incident started, and the director of the consortium was involved in a car accident just at this time... Although the coincidence is too much, my focus is not here."

Skuvalo turned his head, his stern eyes seemed to want to freeze the entire Xiyuan Temple.

"As the chairman's son, Xiyuansiji, you also attended the party hosted by Peng Gelie. My question is, why did the Xiyuansi consortium, which has never been associated with the mafia, attend that party ?”

A long silence hovered in the narrow space of the elevator.Skuvalo and Liboun stared at Saiyuanji calmly, while Sawada Tsunayoshi stared nervously at the tight-fitting elevator door.

Xiyuan Temple opened his mouth,

"I……"

The elevator door opened again with a "ding".

On the thirteenth floor, there were several patients who wanted to enter the elevator. Seeing the look in the eyes of Skuvalo as if he was about to kill someone, they all flinched, hesitating whether to enter or not.

"Wait for the next shift."

Riboun gave orders, kicking Sawada with his heel to press the close button.

Everyone's eyes focused on Xiyuan Temple again.

Xiyuan Temple lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

I feel like I've been sighing a lot lately, am I getting old?

"Do you remember what you were doing when you were eight years old?"

Regarding Xiyuan Temple's question, Skuvalo was taken aback for a moment, and then frowned.

Xiyuan Temple glanced at Tsunayoshi Sawada, and naturally threw the question to the younger generation.

Gangji flusteredly waved his hands, faltering,

"Huh?! Eight... eight years old, first grade, no! Second grade, second grade...I..."

Saiyuanji shrugged.

"Look, that's it."

Answered Scovalo's unfriendly question by going around in circles.

I don't fucking remember either.

"I warn you brat..."

Scuvaro's abruptly raised voice was cut off by the ringing of his cell phone in his pocket.

"...Hello? Yes. Yes. What?! But..."

That was the end of the conversation, and the elevator, which took almost half a lifetime, finally arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

Saiyuanji and Sawada Tsunayoshi let out a long sigh of relief at the same time, and strode towards the gate as if fleeing.

"Hey! Brat! Don't think you can join Balian, hurry up and I'll kill you!"

Xiyuan Temple's steps stopped abruptly, and as soon as he turned around, he saw that Skuvalo had already arrived behind him. Following his own movements, he picked up Xiyuan Temple's neckline, and his voice was deafening at close range,

"Tell Jiudaimu, don't think that if you give an order casually, Balian will unconditionally accept any low-level garbage that comes from anywhere!"

After speaking, he walked away.

Xiyuan Temple fell to the ground with inertia, a little confused and aggrieved.

"But, I refused..."