This evil god is wrong

The next moment, the man saw the sun go away, and he returned to the dark alley at an even faster speed.

Hearing the wind in his ears and looking at the farther and farther alley, the man's consciousness began to blur.

I seem to be flying...

"Crack--"

The man slammed into the wall, and the force of the impact shattered his spine and shattered his internal organs.

Suddenly, a vague silhouette appeared in front of the man.

"Don't worry...they are all going to die...no one can escape..."

The outline disappeared, and the hoarse voice full of hatred wandered in the dark alley like a murdered ghost...

Chapter 70

At noon on Wednesday, Shun Xue renovated the meeting room of the club.

President Asayama sat at the main seat, with a cigarette between his fingers, and he was neither sad nor happy, puffing away.

On both sides of the conference table, the two middle-aged people did not say a word, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, waiting for others to speak to break the calm.

Finally, there was a slightly younger man standing at the end of the table, with one hand in his pocket and the other unnaturally straightening his neckline.

In the dead silent meeting room, apart from the slight sound of the young man adjusting his neckline, no other sounds could be heard.

The silent atmosphere lasted for a long time, until the young man straightened his neckline and naturally dropped his hands by his side, someone broke the increasingly stiff atmosphere.

"Let's talk about it, what should we do?" Asked President Asayama, who exhaled a puff of white smoke, his calm tone was like a calm sea, and he didn't know what kind of undercurrent was lurking beneath it.

"..."

The two middle-aged men remained silent without raising their heads, as if whoever spoke first would lose.

The young man subconsciously tugged at his collar, as if he wanted to say something, but after his eyes touched the middle-aged men who didn't raise their heads, he silently closed his mouth and waited without saying a word.

"Whoo~"

President Asayama exhaled a puff of white smoke again, and then put the burning cigarette into the small groove of the glass ashtray.

He looked up at the young man standing at the end of the table.

"Hirano, you've gone too far, restrain yourself."

"..." The young man's expression froze, he turned his head away, and replied in a muffled voice, "Got it."

"I don't think you know." President Asayama straightened his waist, his eyes were fully opened, and his eyes without a trace of emotion were coldly staring at the young man named Hirano.

"Last Saturday, I knew that Second Miss would come, why did you dare to do it?"

"..."

President Asayama's icy cold gaze stabbed Hirano with chills all over his body, he didn't dare to meet President Asayama's gaze, turned his head away, and muttered in a low voice

"It's just a teenage girl... what can I find..."

"Oh!"

"Forehead--"

Before Hirano could continue mumbling, the glass ashtray drew a standard straight line in the air and hit him hard on the forehead.

In an instant, Hirano's side forehead was bleeding profusely, and he covered his forehead in pain, not daring to continue talking, nor daring to make any sound.

The two middle-aged men didn't even raise their heads when they heard the sound, they still kept their eyes on their noses, their noses, their noses and their hearts.

You idiot, really think that President Asayama is always smiling, so he is some kind of nice guy?

The way President Asayama is doing today is obviously waiting for someone to act, so that he can kill chickens and monkeys.

I didn't expect that someone would actually give me a chance, young people are young people, and their hearts are not good.

"Idiot." President Asayama cursed expressionlessly, staring at Hirano with cold eyes, and said mockingly

"A teenage girl? Do you know that the eldest lady dug up a group of cadavers in the subordinate club when she was a teenager, and she dared to corrupt the idiots."

The coldness in President Asayama's eyes became even worse, "Do you know what will happen to them?"

"I know..." Hirano, who was covered in blood, endured the pain, and said in a muffled voice: "They were all sent to prison."

"Hehe~" President Asayama sneered, he looked at Asayama as if he was looking at an idiot, "You know this when you go to prison?"

"That's right, you can know this with your ability."

Qianshan leaned forward, grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, and said with a grim face: "They are all dead! They died in prison!"

"..." Hirano turned his head and looked at President Asayama in disbelief.

Those people are dead...just corrupt...as far as this?

"Look at the look in your eyes, you don't believe me." Asayama regained his composure, and looked at Hirano indifferently.

Hirano lowered his head, not daring to meet President Asayama's eyes, "...don't dare"

"Don't dare?" President Asayama chewed these two words calmly.

Don't dare, it's not daring not to believe him, not really believing in the fact that those people died.

He glanced at Hirano indifferently, and didn't want to say anything more about this matter. Instead, he changed the subject and asked indifferently.

"Have you cleaned up your hands?"

Hirano covered his forehead, and replied respectfully: "The last few accounts have not been dealt with yet."

"Deal with it as soon as possible, and stop immediately after processing."

"Yes!"

President Asayama glanced at Hirano, then turned his gaze to the two middle-aged men who had been watching his heart, and said indifferently: "Aren't you going to say something?"

""Everything is just according to the president's order"" the two said in unison.

"Okay, since you listen to my order, don't say anything later. If you dare to say more..."

President Asayama glanced at the two of them viciously, and didn't continue talking. He believed that the two old foxes understood what he meant.

The two were silent, and even closed their eyes, waiting for the final result.

President Asayama looked away from the conference room, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and asked, "Hirano, what's going on over there?"

Hirano replied: "People in the Onitsuka group have been being killed, and Onitsuka himself was scared out of his wits. I don't know where he is hiding. I can't contact him now."

"Onizuka..." President Asayama looked at Yaoyang hanging in the air, and said calmly: "Since you can't contact Onizuka, then make both preparations."

"Take out the family wealth accumulated over the years, and first fill in the hole this time."

"Hirano, you continue to contact Onizuka, no one dares to take our money."

"If you really can't find Onitsuka..." President Asayama paused for a while, and slowly shifted his gaze to the low old city not far from the club, and said indifferently

"He hired someone to kill his whole family. I remember that he had several illegitimate children. They were all found and killed together."

"..."

The words without a trace of emotion made Hirano feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes..."

"Okay, that's it, the meeting is over." President Asayama turned his eyes back to the meeting room, and said with a warm smile on his sallow face

"Hirano, why are you injured? What does it look like? I'll give you a day off, and you should deal with it quickly."

Sweaty and cold, Hirano nodded repeatedly, "Hi, hi, thank you, President, thank you, President."

"Go quickly, don't delay the treatment." President Asayama waved his hand with a warm smile, indicating that Hirano could go.

"Okay, okay..." Hirano picked up the undamaged glass ashtray on the ground and put it on the table, then hurriedly left the meeting room.

He didn't go to the hospital immediately, but went back to his office, treated the wound casually, and began to deal with the last hand tail with trembling hands.

When it was confirmed that everything was correct, Hirano with pale lips dared to go to the hospital to treat the wound with peace of mind.

In the conference room where Hirano left, President Asayama looked at the two middle-aged people on both sides of the conference table with a genuine smile

"You two, do you still have the wealth of your family these years? It shouldn't be a problem to plug a hole, right?"

"President, don't worry, our family property is still there." The two raised their heads and replied without sadness or joy.

At this time, if you don't want to pay, you may be treated as an abandoned child by the president just like that young man.

President Asayama's sincere smile flashed a trace of relaxation, "It's good that it's still there. If we really can't stop it and cause the matter to be exposed, the adult above will not let us go, and President Yukinoshita will not let us go. .”

"..."

The two remained silent, and they were more afraid of Chairman Yukinoshita than the adult.

Chiba's "Witch", this title is not groundless, but built on the bones.

"Let's go, let's have a drink after a long time." President Asayama stood up, put his hands on his hips, and stretched his stiff old waist.

"Okay, let's have a drink." The two replied calmly.

At the end of the meeting, President Asayama and the three left the meeting room.

In the empty conference room, the blood-stained glass ashtray was shining brightly in the sunlight from the window, and the traces of blood gradually dried up...

......

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Yukinoshita's apprenticeship for the day ended. She tidied up the table and left the club with a cold expression.

Instead of going home directly, she got on the tram and went to the nearest mall to buy a set of practical clothes.

A black sweater with a hood, black casual trousers, plus a pair of sneakers that are good for climbing, and a gray canvas bag.

After buying the clothes, she found a hotel nearby and opened a room. She spent some time tying her hair up and tied it behind her head, put on the newly bought clothes and sneakers, and quietly left the hotel.

She then bought some tools at a nearby hardware store, plus a small flashlight.

After the preparations were complete, Yukinoshita boarded the tram again and arrived near the warehouse of Shunxue Decoration Club smoothly.

This area is very remote, full of large warehouse buildings, few pedestrians, only busy workers and various delivery vehicles.

Putting on the hood, Yukinoshita walked swiftly between the buildings.

For this afternoon's action and today's internship time, she has been looking at the map with her mobile phone, and has completely recorded the map of this area.

Coupled with the sun at sunset, she can confirm the direction very well, and always determine her position.

The setting sun slanted to the west, gradually disappearing under the horizon, and after searching for a long time, Xuexia finally found the warehouse of Shunxue Decoration Club.

She hid behind a nearby building, observed the specific situation of the warehouse, and combined with the three-dimensional map of the warehouse obtained from the transaction with the gods, she determined the position of the vent.

on the other side...

Yukinoshita frowned, and silently walked around to the other side.

After arriving at the destination, the sky had already darkened. Yukinoshita looked around the circle, but there were no people and no cameras.

She quickly approached the vent, took out the tools prepared in advance, took off the exhaust hood of the vent, then got in, and pulled the exhaust hood against it from the inside.

The ventilation ducts of the large warehouse are relatively spacious, enough for the slender Yukinoshita to crawl forward.

According to the three-dimensional plan in her mind, she found a suitable landing place, removed the louver and placed it in the ventilation duct.

Then, Yukinoshita looked down from the ventilation duct, and the height of 10m was enough to make some people's legs weak.

In order to ensure that trucks can enter large warehouses, the height is generally more than six meters.

As for the ambitious and extremely fast-growing Yukinoshita Group, the warehouse is also large enough to be ten meters high.

Looking at the dizzying height, Yukinoshita had a thin layer of sweat on his hands...

She was a little hesitant, whether to continue, in case she got hurt...she would be ridiculed by her sister for the rest of her life...

But if she doesn't continue, maybe she won't be able to complete her mother's test... that way...

"Whoo~"

She took a deep breath to get rid of her nervousness, took out a pair of yellow and black climbing gloves from the gray canvas bag and put them on, then fastened the canvas bag and straddled her body diagonally.

Yukinoshita rubbed her hands to make sure that the friction of the glove was fine.

Then, without hesitation, he adjusted his posture, put his slender legs out of the air vent first, and slowly descended along the edge of the air vent with both hands, his whole body was suspended in the air like this.