Abel followed Oldrim into the wooden house, and couldn't help being shocked by the simplicity of the wooden house.
There is no decent furniture in the room, but there are quite a few wine bottles.
"Mr. Fushim, you live here? It's not better than a dog kennel."
"What kind of work do you do in the island country? You can't even feed yourself!"
Oldrim couldn't help but sigh.
Abel was also very surprised. According to Mr. Fushim's strength, it shouldn't be like this.
"Hey, it's hard to do business now, there's no way…"
Mr. Fushim sighed.
"What business are you doing?" Oldrim asked.
"Murdering business…"
Mr. Fushim said lightly.
"Murdering business?" Oldrim didn't understand for a while.
However, Abel reacted and said quickly, "Are you an assassin?"
Mr. Fushim didn't hide it, and nodded without hesitation.
"You're an assassin, and you've gotten this far? According to your strength, no 1 is looking for you to kill?"
Oldrim saw that Mr. Fushim was so mixed up, it must be a murder business and no 1 was looking for him.
Mr. Fushim shook his head: "It's not that no 1 is looking for it, it's that I can't find it…"
Abel and Oldrim were stunned by Mr. Fushim's words. They didn't understand what Mr. Fushim meant.
"Can't find it? How much does it cost you to kill someone? Can't find it?"
Oldrim asked curiously.
"10 billion dollars…"
Mr. Fushim said casually.
This time, Abel and Oldrim were startled.
10 billion dollars to kill a person?
It's no wonder that no 1 is looking for it…
"You've only gotten to this point, and you still want tens of billions of dollars. Who is a fool who will look for you, can't you be cheaper and improve your living conditions first? "
Oldrim doesn't understand, this old Fushim has a problem with eating and drinking, and he even dares to open up a remuneration of tens of billions of dollars.
"You can eat or drink, but the price can't be changed, otherwise I'll lose my value…"
Mr. Fushim said with great style.
This sentence made Oldrim very speechless, but Abel asked strangely: "The warrior of the Gritizer family, why are you so afraid of you, is it because of your tens of billions of dollars in remuneration?"
"Of course not, Because I killed all the assassins in Demadarn in order to have business, so these people are very afraid of me!"
"It's just that there are no assassins in Demadarn now, and no 1 is looking for me…"
Mr. Fushim said helplessly. .
Oldrim and Abel were all shocked when they heard that Mr. Fushim had killed the entire Demadarn assassin for the sake of business.
This kind of novel business acumen, it is estimated that only this old Fushim can think of it.
For the sake of his own voice, he killed all his colleagues…
Abel admired Mr. Fushim very much, while that Oldrim looked at Mr. Fushim with a speechless expression.
"old Fushim, can you tell me about the Gritizer family? I'm here this time for the Gritizer family."
Abel asked Mr. Fushim.
"He came to the Gritizer family?" Mr. Fushim was slightly taken aback.
Oldrim hurriedly explained, and repeated Abel's grievances with the Gritizer family.
As soon as Mr. Fushim heard it, he understood and slowly said, "For the sake of buying me wine, I'll tell you some secrets you don't know…" As
Mr. Fushim spoke, Abel followed Umia Ma. The more I hear it , the more frightened I get…
It turns out that the Gritizer family can become 1 of the best families in the island country, and it can also become the largest family in the western suburbs, entirely because of the shrine behind the Gritizer family.
in the island country, everyone believes in shrines, and even sacrifices their lives for trumped-up gods.
The president of the Chizuru Shrine behind the Gritizer family, it is rumored that the ancient gods and spirits survived through the conversion of Darionnto.
It's like being reincarnated.
To be continued....
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