Mofei hung up Doflamingo's phone and smiled at Beru Stewart in front of him.

At this moment, it seemed as if he was the devil.

"You heard the phone call just now?"

Mo Fei lowered his head, and some foul smell had been ignored by him. "You should understand that you cannot be taken out by me alive. People must always be responsible for their actions. Although you cannot call them human beings, those innocent people who have died need your death to apologize."

Beiru Steur's eyes were dissipated, and he didn't even have the strength to blink his eyelids.

More than ten hours of electrocution allowed him to see the real hell. He had no other idea now, just to die quickly.

Even though he heard the entire content of Mo Fei's phone call, knew Mo Fei's identity, and even guessed what they were going to do, all this was not important.

He is about to die. If there are a group of people who are buried with him, he will at least not be alone on the way.

Mo Fei looked at this man with a haggard face and no temperament before, with only calmness and depth in his eyes.

One night, plus half a day, he had been resting for more than two hours in the middle, and continued to perform alternative electrotherapy, which increased the data of this skill on his panel by 0.2 percentage points.

Keeping the current continuously in a certain frequency band is undoubtedly a very energy-consuming thing.

This method is actually similar to Lingchi. Mo Fei has never controlled the current almost uninterruptedly for such a long time. Although it is very energy-consuming, Mo Fei thinks it is worth it.

If he had to choose again, this would still be the case.

So he never took away the cloth blocked in Belu Steur's mouth from beginning to end, not only to prevent his voice from being heard, but also to avoid him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

And now, this person is finally going to be free.

Mo Fei pulled out a knife from Hofres's hand. These two knives were much better than he had used before. They were famous swords among the 50-odd skills of the Good Quick Knife.

For him, the two knives were actually a bit too long and not very suitable for use.

But as a famous sword, the more you have, the better it is. It is good to use it to collect it if you don’t. This is his spoil.

The sound of the knife finally focused Belu Stewar's gaze. He looked at Mo Fei, and his eyes showed a feeling of relief.

Finally dying, for Belu Stewart, he never thought that one day he would be happy for his death.

Sigh ~

It was as if the funeral music was played, and the sword flashed away, followed by the long sword roaring in the wind, mourning for death.

It turns out that before a person dies, he will really recall his past.

Beiru Steur thought so.

The scenes of the past quickly emerged in my mind. The faces that were tortured by him were so clear. They all looked straight and kept watching like this until the end, there was only a blank space.

If you can live again, you...

His eyes dimmed, his pupils began to spread, and two tears came out of the corners of his eyes at some point.

Mo Fei puts the knife into the sheath.

"Baby5, prepare for it, it's time to withdraw."

【Achievement·The first step of the boss has been completed.】

Received the title of achievement: [Women's Clothing Master].

When wearing women's clothing, the charm value will be more bonus, which will easily attract the attention of the "opposite sex".

“…”

Mo Fei held his hands tightly.

Damn!

This title is so fucking.

...

...

The spacious conference room was filled with people wearing suits and ties, and the top was five middle-aged people with majestic and noble faces.

They are five directors of the Chamber of Commerce and are also real power figures in the kingdom.

It can be said that if five of them stamped their feet, a major earthquake would occur in the kingdom.

And below, there are the senior executives of the Chamber of Commerce, the real manager of the giant Katowalak.

Among these people, there are men and women, of course, mainly men. Each of them has a specific business. They get together to organize and report on the situation in the previous quarter, and also propose plans for the next quarter.

Such situations are already commonplace for a large number of people.

Only a small number of people seemed uneasy.

Dino Claut is such a person. His figure looks very round, like a ball, but now he keeps wiping the sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Claut, tell me about your responsibility, why in the past quarter, your data in all aspects have been so bleak. The entire chamber of commerce, your performance is the worst, we need an explanation." One of the directors spoke.

Others also focused their attention, most of them showed gloating.

The entire chamber of commerce is a group of interests. If a person falls, it means that others have the opportunity to gain more benefits for themselves.

At this time, don't think anyone can speak for Claut.

Dino Claut shivered for a moment, and he looked at the director sitting on the far left. He was his former backer, but now he was nothing.

Claut arrived at Brywillie early, even a week ahead of the meeting.

This week, he has been working hard for his position. He has spent a lot of money on it, but what he has received is just a rebate.

He used to be the backer, and he didn't know how much wealth he had given, but now he can't even enter the gate.

Not to mention meeting.

And today, as soon as he met, he understood his ending - he would be swept out and his position would be replaced by others.

"Everyone, dear sirs."

Claut's dry voice sounded, "This is my fault. I did not pay attention to the Don Quixote family, which led to them snatching away many of the businesses I was responsible for. Many of the customers I originally worked with turned to their arms..."

"No, Claut."

The director who just spoke interrupted him, "If I remember correctly, the Don Quixote family is just like this. Although their reputation is very good, it is actually only a famous one. Some time ago, we won a great victory in the action against the Don Quixote family, destroying one of their transport teams in one fell swoop and seizing a lot of supplies. You are a bit far-fetched to find this excuse.

I don't believe that in the North Sea, who would let Katowalak not cooperate, but instead came to the Don Quixote family. Can a group of pirates still compare with our Kingdom of Sierva?"

As his words fell, the entire venue burst into laughter.

Claut's face turned red: "Sir, it's not like this. The Don Quixote family is definitely not that simple, they..."

"Okay, stop talking. A mere pirate from the Don Quixote family will scare you like this. What you did in charge is too unqualified."

The words were interrupted again, and the director sentenced Claut to death. "According to our discussion, Claut is no longer competent for the position. From now on, you are no longer a member of the Chamber of Commerce."

"I object!"
Chapter completed!