Chapter 1945
In fact, Davis did not intend to be a consultant to the Chamber of Commerce. He just wanted to stir up chaos and create chaos!
-He was going to create a terrible nightmare for this world!
If the top 60 leaders all over the world died in one day, then the whole business world would be covered with panic, and the order of the whole business world would be in chaos!
This was what he wanted to see!
"There's one more joyous event." Davis then looked at death. "Today, Boss deatha has already captured the person who was hiding the fourth painting of the Nana Kingdom. Let's all applaud for death's ability!"
The others clapped their hands, screaming and whistling.
There was still an arrogant and frivolous air in Mr. Emperor's hands.
Only, Wharton's clapping attitude was rather lazy. The look on his face made Monica unhappy, and she let out a cold snort. "Leader Wharton, are you unhappy with me?"
"Not at all. I'm also cheering for the person who managed to catch the painting as quickly as possible." Wharton said. "Only, I heard that the person you captured was the boss of a security company, a retired major general of Country!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding area immediately became quiet. They all looked towards death.
"I don't care who he is. As long as the painting is in his hands, I'll definitely pry open his mouth!"
"It probably won't be easy to pry open the mouth of a former major general, right, leader chata?" Wharton laughed. "I hope you can acquire the fourth painting the chief wants. After all, the treasure collection of the King of America is very attractive."
Seeing that Wharton wasn't in a good mood, Lora immediately sprang to his feet. Just as they were about to fight, Davis spoke out. "All of you, sit down. The meeting isn't over yet. It's not yet time for you to make a scene."
Only now did born sit down with a sunken face. As for Wharton, he was still smiling.
"There's one more thing I want to know his team was captured in Country. Except for her and her assistant, all the other brothers were wiped out," Davis said. "According to the organization's rules, Nan Gong wanted to send them to clear up team. But just like what Wharton said, team made contributions to the preparation of funds, so its merits are offset. He removed the chief of the district, and she and Ken are part of the team."
"Thank you, Mr. Davis..." said the man who had been lowering his head and didn't dare to make a sound.
She was the only woman in the whole country.
In this group of wolves, tigers, and leopards, she was like a trembling little white rabbit, weak in strength.
The people here did not care much about women. After all, they were all desperate. When they needed women, they could go and solve their needs at any time. No one took her seriously. Even if she was removed from the title of chief of the district, others were still concerned about the market that she was in charge of.
"Then who is in charge of the area she used to be in charge of now?"
"I suggest drawing lots!"
"No, speak with bullets..."
"There's no need to fight. Wharton will take over the area where I was in charge of," Davis said.
The voices of debate came to a halt as they looked at Wharton. Some didn't want to
accept this, while others didn't.
"I don't agree either." Monica spoke again. "Don't forget that right now, Wharton is still a suspect. Who doesn't know that he used to be a suspect? His suspicion hasn't been cleared yet, and he's going to give him another region as well? That shouldn't be appropriate, right? Don't let him contact the police and wipe out our organization!"
Hearing this, the others began to discuss amongst themselves as well. "Right. I've heard of Wharton as well..."
"Rumors are just rumors in the end. They suspect me of asking for proof." Wharton said. "If you aren't convinced, you are welcome to come challenge me at any time, but I won't show any mercy."
Monica stared hatefully at him. "If it wasn't for your organization, I would have personally killed you!"
"But since we are all members of the same organization, it's best for us to first shake hands and make peace, leader-in-chief." Wharton said. "I trust that Nangong doesn't wish to see us fight each other."
To them, the chief leaders were based on their names. Amongst these chief leaders, there were only Davis and Wharton. Because the two of them were the most capable, and they had been in the organization since the previous chief was still alive, their qualifications were...
"Wharton is right." Davis glanced at Wharton, then said, "Leader suspected that leader Wharton didn't have any proof. We can't wrong him."
"There's a saying that goes, 'I'd rather kill the wrong person than let it go'!" Monica stared at Wharton.
"How about this. I'll find an opportunity to prove myself to Wharton. Don't argue right now." Davis' words sounded like he was trying to speak up for Wharton, but in reality, he was trying to set up a trap for him, because he meant that he had to find another chance to prove himself.
After the final meeting, Monica intentionally said to Wharton in front of everyone, "Since Chief Wharton said that I kidnapped that former general and brought him back, and he was worried that I wouldn't be able to find the whereabouts of that painting from him, why don't you come with me and interrogate that Ragib?"
By this time, most of them had already left. In addition to the two of them, there were Spear, Her, Davis, and Lim, who were with Wharton.
Hearing this, Wharton laughed. "If I remember correctly, leader Lora seems to hate your prey being taken away by others? What? Are you willing to let me interrogate the person you captured?"
"Then what's your score? Didn't you just say, Leader Wharton, that we'd better make peace with each other?" Monica was very cunning. She glanced at Davis and said, "Mr. Davis, right now, I just want to ask Wharton to help me interrogate that person. What do you think, Mr. Davis?"
Davis nodded. "Then, Wharton, why don't you go and help him?"
"Since you've already spoken, Mr. Davis." Wharton rose to his feet, his tall, slender body standing in front of Monica. "Fine, then I'll go with you on a trip. And just in time, that Ragib and I... have some sort of connection."
Listening to Wharton's cold words, Spear March was very shocked.
She had seen Ragib before. When she was in City of Country...
Did Wharton really want to go meet that Ragib?
The two of them walked towards the place where Ragib was locked up. Behind them were two followers, walking along the long, secluded corridor of the castle. The atmosphere between the two of them was so quiet that the air was about to stop moving. Only the footsteps of their group could be heard.
"Leader, you didn't want me to help you interrogate that Ragib, did you?" Wharton spoke out first. He knew what was going on in Lora's mind. "You're suspecting me. You're suspecting if I've truly joined the world of darkness and joined the R cause of death. I used to be a police officer, and you suspect me of being a spy."
"Of course, I've never stopped suspecting you." death grinned on death's face. "Even if I don't have any evidence now, I'll look for it slowly in the future. Now is a good chance. If you're a policeman, I don't think you can kill anyone, right?"
"Oh, you want me to kill that Ragib?"
"After asking about the whereabouts of the painting, if you don't kill him, I have enough reason to expose you to the chief."
"Haha." Wharton shook his head and laughed. "Don't worry. After we find out the whereabouts of that painting, I'll be the first to kill him. I won't ask for your permission."
"Oh, so straightforward?"
"Chief, you probably don't know. His current fiancee...is my former girlfriend." Wharton smiled.
"So it's because of a woman. Hahaha!"
Wharton laughed loudly. He couldn't tell whether or not he believed in Wharton's words.
"Although my ex-girlfriend mistook me for dead, seeing her with another man is good..." Wharton gritted his teeth, his black eyes suddenly filling with a savage sneer. "I just don't feel well. Killing this man with my hands will definitely make me feel better!"
"Are you jealous?" Lora looked at him from the corner of his eyes. "Do you still like that woman?"
"No." There wasn't a hint of emotion in Wharton's eyes. "I have a bit of possessiveness towards the things I've used. Even if I throw away my worn shoes, I won't allow anyone to pick them up."
"Hahaha, is that so? In that case, I'll be watching the show in a bit?" inserted laughed loudly.
When they arrived at Ragib's room, this room was changed into a room similar to a torture chamber. There were all kinds of torture weapons.
Ragib's hands were handcuffed by two iron chains and he stood against the wall. Because the other end of the chain was fixed to the height of the wall, he could not sit down. He could only stand there with his eyes closed and looked at ease. He was not like a prisoner, but more like a master waiting for guests.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up and saw two men coming in. One of them was the one who tied him up and called ridsa, and the other...