v3 Chapter 1806： The Unimagined Road 2 (January/91) (1/2)

It doesn't feel good to be treated as a pawn. From the moment when Levi's became the president of the Chilan Society and started cooperating with the church, he also imagined what would happen to him if the church felt that he was useless one day.

He thought that the church would have the heart of a virgin, and talked a little about martial arts, but unexpectedly abandoning the Chilan Society as a whole is still the church's first choice when it encounters related problems.

If it weren't for Lavin, Levi's felt that he might have become a smelly and rotten corpse, randomly abandoned in a hidden corner of the street, and then slowly turned into bones to be eaten by the wild dogs in Grelio.

So, Levi's at this time.

He hates.

I really want to kill the Pope.

If it is really done, it may not be impossible to achieve this.

Because the grand pope's realm strength is not strong, just because of his identity and the protection of a master by his side, under normal circumstances, the grand pope himself escapes alone very rarely, and may only relax his guard when entering a friend's home.

But who are the friends of the Pope?

Just a few hours ago, the arrogant and domineering Maiko Asi was one, and Pei Luoqi, the leader of the Tiandao League group, was another... With these two peerless masters as friends, it is natural that you don’t have to consider safety when you go to their homes. .

So to sum up, there are actually very few opportunities to find the Grand Pope alone. Levi’s knows the stakes inside. Of course, he just thinks about it. To relieve the grievances in his heart, he will not really kill this. Bad old man.

”President Li doesn't have to be so angry. In the future, our sincere cooperation is king.” Mrs. Lavin laughed again at this time, and she seemed to be very flexible when she smiled with rich faces.

Levi's had to smile bitterly. The first time he saw Lavin, he felt that this woman with a knife in her smile was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect the Scheming City Hall to be so deep.

Over the years, under the guise of a variety show producer, he ran a large supermarket chain, seemingly doing business on the white road, but operating a variety of black industries behind his back.

Levi's looked at the standing white warriors around him, feeling a deep irony.

Nothing more...

The current situation is not in his favor.

You can only make some concessions first, and then consider the long-term plan later.

What belongs to him, he Levi's, will get it back sooner or later...

Thinking of this, Levi's took the initiative to stand up, and reached out a gentleman's hand: ”Then Mrs. Lavin, I hope we will cooperate sincerely in the future.”

He tried to constrict the sharp eyes in his eyes and lowered his head.

At this time, Lavin also stretched out his hand and shook Levi's back: ”Chairman Lee is indeed a smart man and sincerely cooperates. Whether it is the Huaguo Water Curtain Group or Zhanzong, we will all be wiped out...”

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On the way back to the villa, Levi's brain hurts. He poured himself a glass of tequila, took the wine glass to the sliding glass door of the living room, and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

Looking up at the starry sky and thinking about life, this is something Levi's often does. He swept across the moonlit courtyard in front of him that seemed to be covered by a layer of white gauze, and suddenly a white figure was caught by him.

This white figure was hiding behind a bush in the courtyard, as if he was ambushing and ambushing something.

And the first thing he thought of was the white warriors of Lavin.

This Lavin...

Levi's angrily squeezed the wine glass in his hand into powder.

On the surface, she said sincere cooperation, but secretly sent a white warrior to his house to chase him down?

Levi's was furious.

He ran the spiritual power in his palm, condensing the spiritual power into the shape of a blade directly in his hand, and then hurled it forward!

Huh!

The extremely fast speed left the white warrior in front of him with no room for any reaction. This little flying knife, which was formed by the concentration of spiritual power, directly penetrated the white warrior's forehead.