C20 Transactions

"How dare you!" The minotaur shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not telling you what you're going to do with me. It's a pity that he's wearing a mask. If not, he would definitely look like he deserves a slap." Looking at the Tauren, Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhurong suddenly thought of herself. It turned out that the person who did this kind of thing, the one who played the rascal under Truman's orders, would only feel good about it …

Zhu Zhu Zhirong complained in this way, clearly aware that this conversation would end in failure. She had to be prepared to give an explanation to Sherman. At the same time, Zhu Zhu Zhu Yan also understood that if he were to fight with this person in front of him, he definitely wouldn't be able to beat him. As long as they didn't start a fight, even if he was the one sent by His Highness, the Tauren didn't dare to touch him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhirong waved to the terminal, and then stood up to leave.

"Now, I want to make a deal with you."

Zhu Zhu Zhu's hand stopped at the door handle, and he stared silently at the door for a long time. He turned around, looking at the minotaur with a perplexed expression.

"Don't you want to? I can help you achieve what you want most. " The minotaur looked at Zhu Zhurong, smiled and continued, "I only need you to do one thing for me."

"I'm sorry, I'm with His Highness."

"Then, do you think that Your Highness will help you fulfill your wish?"

Zhu Zhu Zhu was stunned, at this very moment, she could not reply. Two years ago, her home had been massacred. At the moment when she was on the run, her highness had appeared. She had been taken to the holy city, given a new identity, given a new name.

But what did she really want?

These two years, she kept asking herself, just what do I want …

"I can help you kill the real culprit behind the massacre of the city of Ghaus."

As the sound of her voice faded, a huge wave of emotions surged through her heart. The person in front of her knew of her origins!

Zhu Zhushan was shocked. Logically speaking, all the information regarding her from five years ago should have been destroyed. How did this person know!?

"Just who are you?" The pearl had no time to remove all of her disguise. The sunlight filled the entire room, but it could not reach her body. She stood in front of the door like a blooming manna, beautiful, gloomy, cool, and lonely.

"This is what it looks like. It's so cute. "Haha, thinking about it now, you were only fifteen that year, tsk tsk tsk, what a pity." The minotaur paused for a moment before he continued, "The heretic and rebel factions are on the verge of a war. It's normal for someone who has left home to never be able to return home."

The minotaur's voice was bewitching, and Zhu Zhirong knew what he meant. As long as the person who caused her death died on the battlefield, no one would be able to discover him.

"I can help you keep your secret as long as you promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Insert this into the 'terminal' of the host."

The minotaur put a USB flash drive on the table and stopped talking. Zhu Zhushan was also silent. She knew very well that the authority that 'Duan' represented was not inferior to that of the Saints. There were only five people who could enter, and His Highness was one of them. As a Knight of His Highness, Zhu Zhirong was also qualified to enter the 'end', under the condition of obtaining permission to enter or accompanying His Highness.

"Why should I believe you?" Zhu Zhushan walked in front of the minotaur and continued, "How would I know how capable you are in killing him? It would be hard for anyone to believe you if you didn't reveal your true colors."

"Hahahahaha …" The ox-headed man covered his mask and laughed maniacally. His entire body trembled from the laughter, but Zhu Zhu Zhurong did not react at all. This matter was very dangerous. Once the transaction was completed, he would be walking on thin ice.

After an unknown period of time, the light dimmed slightly. It was already around two in the afternoon. The minotaur was finally tired from laughing. He sat on a chair and held his head low, gasping for air. Zhu Zhu Zhu waited patiently for about three minutes before the minotaur took off his Ox-head mask. His head was still hanging low, and his face could not be seen.

The mask was placed on the table. After a while, the minotaur raised his head. A mature face was exposed under the sunlight. His face did not seem pale because of the mask he often wore. The corner of his mouth was raised as he couldn't help but let out a smile. The exquisite dress made him even more refined and refined.

Seeing this face, Zhu Zhilan was once again taken aback. She finally understood why this person could use superpowers. It was because he was a noble. Why did he know his own information? Because his family was the information transfer station, and every generation was a loyal servant of the Holy See and the king.

"You can call me Tu Haihua, Santa Claus." The minotaur's voice became calm, with a magnetic quality to it that made people feel comfortable. He looked at Zhu Zhushu and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about anyone knowing about our transaction. No one will suspect anything. Even if they do, they will not do anything to me. Though all I have is the title of Marquis and a piece of land. "

"My apologies for offending you just now, esteemed Marquis. I sincerely apologize." Zhu Zhirong apologetically performed a standard noble etiquette towards the Tauren. The Tauren smiled, as if he had tacitly agreed to the former mentioning his identity and had given him respect.

"Do you want to kill him? Killed Osmond Suckstone. " The minotaur looked at Zhu Zhurong. Seeing that the latter was unmoved, he started to plan in his mind. One of the necessary elements to carry out that plan was the virus on the USB drive. And the only person who could complete this plan was the perfect candidate, Zhu Zhu Zhu Rong.

Keeping Zhu Zhu Rong by his side was the biggest failure of the Prince. Even if the Prince had gotten hold of his weakness and threatened him to tell him the information. However, allowing Zhu Zhurong to converse with him was the stupidest decision that the Prince had ever made.

He now had to state the conditions that would allow Zhu Zhirong to trust him more before the two of them could reach a consensus and work together.

"This time around, I am the one who leaked information about the incident where the upper echelons shipped that thing to the middle city." When the Ox-head man saw Zhu Zhirong's shocked expression, he smiled in satisfaction and continued, "Truman brought 'TL' # 13 out of the holy city because he was tempted by me."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell this to His Royal Highness later?"

"You won't be able to do it. Your parents will be killed in front of you, and you will personally see the person you love leave you. The home you live in will be completely destroyed, and you will not be able to tolerate that sinner." A strange smile appeared on the Tauren's lips as his dark pupils reflected mysteriously, "I told the heretic and rebel sides about the high-ranking transport and sold off all the trains for a good price. But what none of you know is that the real cargo comes to Midtown by shipping. "

Zhu Zhushan was stunned for a moment. Was this the reason why the train was robbed so consecutively? Did the Holy See and the king not make any movements?

"I've already sent a video of a gangster hijacking a train to Truman." The minotaur sat on the chair, his confident smile and mysterious eyes giving Zhu Zhu Zhu a split-second of feeling, as if the man in front of him was a king who was playing with everything in his hands.

"Now, as long as you nod your head and keep that thing on the table, those restless things will gather together and fight amongst each other in this Central City covered with the illusion of gentleness." The minotaur's voice was bewitching, as though he was a demon who was advising people to sign a contract at the cost of their souls. The bewitching voice slowly said, "This is a path that does not allow you to go back on your word, but it can allow you to be free."

Zhu Zhu Zhu could clearly feel that her heart was trembling. Trembling, she reached for the USB drive, the way Eve had when she'd eaten the forbidden fruit. As soon as he touched the USB drive, Zhu Zhirong abruptly retracted her hand and put it in her pocket.

She glared at the minotaur, wanting to see something from his face. However, other than the mysterious smile on the Tauren's face, there was nothing else.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Don't you know very well that I want revenge on the proud son of heaven, the man called Osmond Sugarstone?" Zhu Zhirong said in a low voice as she walked to the door. She slowly raised her head and stood up straight. She adjusted her emotions and turned her head to the side, saying with hatred, "I want him to suffer so much that he wants to die."

"Bam!"

The door was slammed shut by a powerful force, and the titanium alloy walls trembled under the ferocious roar. Zhu Zhu Zhu could no longer be seen in the private room.

After a while, the Ox-head man put his mask back on, and a low chuckle came from inside. A specially treated voice came from inside the box, "Osmond, you really easily stirred up a fatal disaster."

"This private room has already been cancelled. Do the guests inside still need to use it?"

A waiter's voice came from outside the door, but the minotaur didn't answer. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the enclosed room, causing the minotaur's body to turn transparent.

"I'm sorry, but I'm coming in to check. Sorry for disturbing you." The waiter politely said before pushing open the door and entering.

As soon as he entered, the waiter felt a gust of cool breeze blow by, sweeping away his fatigue. The empty room made him feel very strange, so he carefully checked the private room. There was not the slightest trace of human use inside, and he felt a burst of wonder, could it be that he had made a mistake in the room?