Chapter 95

When the eagle broke Victor's third finger, the doctor had to call out the zero.

Victor's performance had already exceeded the White-headed Eagle's expectations, and the return of zero was not in line with the current era's common sense of focusing on oneself.

The wonderful connection between zero and Victor reminded the eagle of the almost forgotten word friendship.

It would have been fine if he were just a friend, but Victor had been able to say nothing until Lankey broke three of his fingers. It was more than friendship, more than friendship.

Lankey hated this feeling because he did not hesitate to believe that Victor's words were untrue.

He told White-headed Eagle that he was heading north toward the land in order to find the bad luck of the Parkland plutocrats.

Lange also knew that it was only natural for him to want to deal with Parkland.

But instinct told him that Victor was hiding something.

"Listen, man."

Lankey fished out a dagger and placed it against Victor's neck. "I don't like to get in trouble, and I don't want to kill people in town."

So for God's sake, tell me all the other things I don't know yet.

You, so we can both save a lot of trouble. "

Victor managed a smile. "That's all I know, really."

The African man nodded and said helplessly, "Then I can only kill you because I don't want you to notify that soldier."

He was bluffing. In turbulent times, everyone could sell almost anything in order to survive, let alone that damned friendship.

When the eagle didn't believe it, Victor dared to hide anything.

Maybe he was right, but he never knew the answer.

Because of a cold pistol, the black barrel of the gun was pointed at the back of his head.

The black man's pupils contracted. As a sniper, there was no doubt about how sharp his senses were. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to survive until now in the dangerous Southwest.

However, Lan Qi didn't realize that he had a gun pointed at his head until he heard the cold metal breath coming from the back of his head. This meant that his opponent was at least superior to him.

"Alright, no matter who you are, you are not allowed to kill anyone in my territory.

Now take your hand away from Mr. Victor. "

It was a lackadaisical voice, and the words were slurred by what it said.

Fortunately, Lankey heard it clearly enough, so he let go of Victor bit by bit.

Then the black man turned slowly and a white man with a cigar in his mouth appeared in Lankey's eyes.

"Damn it, if you had arrived a little later, you would have been waiting to collect my corpse."

Victor swore and got up from the floor with his hand on the wall.

Masters said with an aggrieved face, "Buddy, I found out that something wasn't right and followed him out. What else do you want from me? It's not like I'm your personal bodyguard!"

Listening to their conversation, even a deaf person would know that these two definitely knew each other and had a certain level of friendship.

The White-headed Eagle coughed dryly and said, "If there's nothing else, I won't disturb you guys from your reminiscing."

"You can leave, but I don't want to come back to you in this city."

Lan Qi revealed a smile, "No problem, this is not the end of my stay."

"If you don't mind, I want to leave the city immediately."

"Your legs are on you, please."

Masters opened the way generously and gave the white eagle a charming smile.

It was a pity that blacks were not inexperienced girls, indifferent to Masters's smile.

He gave Victor another hard look, then put away his dagger and walked out of the alley, disappearing into the night of the Angry Reef.

Masters picked up the doctor and said, "I saved you again."

"I've got it."

"Next time, if a mutated organization appears at your place, I will personally cut it off for you."

Victor grinned.

Masters's face went white at once, and he cursed, "Crow's mouth!"

On the way to the clinic, Masters offered the doctor a cigarette.

Victor used nicotine to numb the pain in his hand. "Why did you let him go?" he asked.

"What the hell."

Masters spat, then said in a deep voice, "Well, it's not that I don't want to touch him, it's just that I can't.

Behind the man is Parkland. You see, my dear Dr. Victor.

Victor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Our soldiers are in trouble."

"Hey, I think I did.

"You know, Remutt's been asking about soldiers lately."

"Remutt?"

Masters nodded. "That's right, the new colony."

"Sean knows. He's the vice president of Remutt's union. He's a big shot."

"Why would he ask about soldiers?"

Victor frowned.

"Because Zero used to stay in Remutt, because he made the young noble of Parkland suffer a little.

And because Remutt would never want to be a one-in-one, that Theon. Ambitious. "

Masters rubbed his chin. "Maybe through zero, I can make a few deals with him."

Victor was confused. Mast knew that he did not understand. He shook his head and said, "In short, if Remutt wants to rise up, he must do something big."

That would enable it to attract attention and investment from other companies or chaebol.

From now on, Sean wants to knock Parkland down, and the point is zero. "

Masters blew out his cigarette. "If I were Theon, I'd be secretly funding all sorts of things to take Parkland down."

If he succeeded, Sean would be able to find out the relationship between the two of them.

A success of zero represented the success of Remutt.

On the other hand, if it failed, Shane could stay out of Parkland's hands as long as he didn't fall for it.

Parkland could do nothing about him without substantial proof.

"So for Sean, this is the best way to advance, to retreat, to defend."

The clinic was in sight, and Masters released the doctor.

Victor shook his head. "I don't want to understand such a complicated matter."

"Of course you don't understand. It's politics, man."

Masters laughed and turned away, waving his hands.

Victor walked into the clinic, Mast's words still ringing in his ears.

He murmured: "Ambition?"

Once a person lost a shackle, they would either destroy others, or …

He could only destroy himself …

Saying these philosophical words, Victor took out a bottle of sherbet from the wine cabinet.

The doctor took a few swigs and then pressed one hand to his fingers, which had fallen off.

At the next moment, the doctor screamed miserably like a pig being slaughtered.