Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 81 The answer is!american psycho
Familiar with the Great Flat, almost a whole day has passed since Luke killed the candy man, and Patrick is still hesitating.

He is very aware of the means of the master.

Now that he had lost the most important part of his plan, thinking of the cruel waves contained in that person's calm tone, he couldn't help trembling with fear.

At the same time, I couldn't help being jealous, why, such a powerful ability is not mine?
After thinking for a long time, he knew that he could not delay any longer, so he reluctantly picked up the phone beside him and dialed the number in his memory.

"Doo-doo-doo-doo."

After a long ringing, the phone was finally connected, and a flat, emotionless voice came, "I hope you brought good news."

Patrick swallowed, his voice trembling slightly, "The candy man was killed."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, until he thought the other party was about to hang up, and finally a word reached his eardrum again.

"Got it, I'll take care of it."

The voice was the same as before, calm and indifferent, as if without emotion.

Patrick was about to explain something when the phone was hung up suddenly, leaving only the same "beep, beep" sound in the receiver.

He held the receiver in place for a few seconds, as if he was thinking or simply in a daze, then put down the receiver and walked out.

over the phone.

In the dark room, it seemed that no one was there.

There are occasional intermittent voices from outside.

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in the air,

"Trash! It's almost done, it's time to start the plan."
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Half a day passed, and Patrick, who had recovered from his fear, carried out social activities boringly, which was his daily work and life on Wall Street.

Although he has obtained otherworldly powers from his master, the master ordered him to maintain the previous life trajectory, not to make major changes, and not to be too eye-catching.

Moreover, he grew up in this kind of environment, a wealthy family, a graduate from a prestigious university, and a position in a securities company, all of which made him the core of the circle. Everyone circled around him, praised him, and envied her. , This feeling makes him enjoy and obsess.

A group of people chatted about unnutritious topics, and compared each other who wore more expensive clothes and whose tie was more tasteful.

A man in the same suit and leather shoes walked into the room. His name was Paul, and he was also a well-known rich second generation in their circle.

He walked towards Patrick enthusiastically.

"Hello, Halberstein, the tie is really nice, how are you doing?"

Patrick sat on the stool, maintaining a decent smile and nodding slightly.

In fact, Paul mistook him for his colleague, presumably because they both wore the same brand of clothes and glasses and did the same job.

Paul leaned down, approached as if he was very intimate, and continued to ask, "How is the business with Ruishan?"

Patrick continued with the same decent and confident smile, and replied: "Well, everything is normal."

Paul continued the warm greeting, as if concerned for a close friend, "Really? Interesting, I mean. You didn't say great, what's wrong?"

In fact, Patrick had no idea what business Paul was talking about.

He didn't want to continue the topic, so he said vaguely: "Eh, you understand."

As soon as the words fell, Paul seemed to hear the overtones, and quickly changed the subject: "So, what about Cecilia? She is such a good girl."

It looks like gossip between good buddies.

Patrick continued to perfunctory: "Yes, yes, I am very lucky."

He was already very impatient in his heart, but he didn't show it at all.

At this moment, two more men walked in, and one of them greeted Paul with the same enthusiasm: "Hey, Alan, congratulations on your business with Flying Fish."

Paul straightened up and responded with a smile, "Thank you, but my name is Paul."

As he spoke, he took out a metal and silver business card case from his pocket, took out one, handed it to the man who just came in, and said, "Call me."

The man took the business card, glanced at it, put it in his jacket pocket, and asked, "Are you free on Friday night?"

Paul shook his body and said in a flaunting tone, "No, I've made a reservation at Doria's Restaurant."

After speaking, the social interaction was over, and he walked out with wind all the way.

The two who had just entered discussed in surprise.

"Docia, how did he get the seat on Friday?"

"Impossible, I'm probably bragging."

Seeing his limelight being taken away, Patrick felt resentful. He took out a beautiful business card case from the inner pocket of his jacket, and opened it forcefully with one hand, intentionally making a little noise to attract people's attention back to himself.

The person on the opposite side just flattered: "What is this?"

He took out a business card, put it on the table, and slid it across.

"New business card, how about taking a look?"

The eyes of several people were all attracted, and they praised: "It's great!"

Patrick leaned back in his chair proudly, "It was just printed yesterday."

Then he emphasized: "Reasonable color matching is the key."

Later, a colleague on the opposite side also took out his business card, compared with him, and felt complacent.

But Patrick didn't look at his business card at all, and only laughed in his heart.

Then several people showed their business cards, and Patrick also praised them on the surface, but dismissed them inwardly.

He suddenly remembered that Paul, who had just left, had given a business card to the colleague opposite him.

When the man was here, he easily stole his limelight.

He wanted to overwhelm Paul by comparing the business cards.

So he deliberately mentioned Paul: "Let's see how Paul's business card looks."

The colleague who had just greeted Paul didn't think much, took out the business card from his pocket, faced him, and handed it to him.

Patrick glanced over and froze for a moment.

The exquisite white color scheme, the tasteful connotation, and the faintly visible watermark make Patrick feel ashamed.

He took the business card and stared at the design on it. His hands trembled slightly, as if he had no strength, and the business card in his hand fell directly.

The colleague next to him asked curiously: "Is there something wrong with this business card? You sweat a lot."

Patrick looked ugly and said nothing.

My heart is surging.

"why why why!"

Easily stole his limelight, randomly ordered restaurants he couldn't ask for, and even overwhelmed him on his most important business card.

Jealousy spread endlessly in his heart.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The unstoppable killing intent began to swell, occupying the whole heart.

　Scratching my head, I worry about writing too much as soon as I write about daily life, afraid that you will say that I am lazy and don't like to read.

　　But it's not a problem to always kill, kill, kill~
　　Always, expose the villain first.

　　Chapter 65 I just released him, Patrick + securities company + business card control, no one guessed it (or no one wanted to guess?). . .

　　In short, it really is too cool for fear of beauty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)