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"I said, your goods are more expensive than the ones I usually buy from."

In the alley outside Mr. and Mrs. Smith's restaurant, Laika said disgustedly to the two South American gangsters.

"Boss, you get what you pay for. Our products are not at the same level as those who talk about it!"

"That's right, you know, many Hollywood stars, singers, editors and directors have specified that they want my products, saying that if they don't use them, there will be no inspiration."

After a pause, one of them continued: "Boss, you can take it or leave it, but... can you please stop holding our hands all the time..."

"Yes, we only sell goods, not ourselves."

"Oh, oh, sorry, I'm too nervous." Laika quickly let go of their hands.

In fact, a minute has passed, and the cursed scarecrow has been grafted.

"Okay, I won't bargain with you anymore."

Anyway, this small amount of money can buy two lives, so it’s a profit no matter what.

Hand over money and meet in person.

After walking out of the alley, Laika immediately flushed the purchased goods into the sewer.

A gentleman does something and doesn't.

However, at this rate of death...are there still drug dealers in New York?

Wesley's side... should be about the same.

After all, Laika has been out for so long.

Whistling, Laika walked into the underground wine cellar of Smith's restaurant.

Wesley, Cross, and Firefox are all in it.

Cross's shoulder injury has been cured by Laika using the power of 'Kurapika'.

Firefox, on the other hand, was still tied up behind his back.

"Hey, what's the progress now?"

Looking at the expressions of the three of them, Laika already roughly knew the progress.

The three of them had talked openly and honestly.

Cross and Wesley recognized each other as father and son.

Wesley learned what Sloan was like.

Firefox also knew what kind of person Sloan was... and also knew... the loom also spit out her name.

So she was still tied up.

Afraid of her committing suicide.

"So, what should we do next?" Laika asked again.

silence.

No one answered.

No one could answer.

Laika took a few wine glasses, found a wooden barrel, opened the piston, and poured out a few glasses of wine.

While sharing the wine, he said, "If you don't mind...listen to my thoughts?"

Cross was the first to express his position: "If it weren't for you, I might have died by my own son's gun. Of course I will listen to you."

Wesley also nodded: "I listen to you."

Firefox said nothing.

The idea that the loom is destiny was so deeply ingrained in her mind that she couldn't get out of it for a while.

It's okay, take your time.

"First, we need to kill Sloan. Does everyone have any objection to this?"

The two father and son nodded solemnly, their eyes burning with the flames of hatred.

Even Firefox had some reaction.

"Secondly, you all have to live. You have no problem with that at all, right?"

After a moment of silence, Cross smiled bitterly: "This means we have to join the council, right?"

"Correct!"

Wesley hesitated and said: "You mentioned the conditions of the council before, especially that we can keep the loom..."

"I lied." Laika said bluntly, "Loom, you must hand it over."

Arc marksmanship, healing bath, and destiny loom are all indispensable.

The council is not prepared to reason with vulnerable people.

Laika didn’t want to fight with the council either.

"This…"

"Listen to me first!"

Laika swung the wine glass, "Let me tell you, ask yourselves, has the world become a better place because you carried out destiny's instructions?"

"That's because Sloane tampered with the order!" Wesley protested.

"What about before?" Laika smiled contemptuously, "Looms have been around for thousands of years, and mutual aid societies have also been around for thousands of years. Has the world become a better place because of you over the past thousands of years?"

The three mutual aid association killers were speechless.

of course not.

The Dark Ages of the Middle Ages, World War I and World War II...

Earth strikes back on Independence Day, the gates to hell open, and the robots in Westworld rebel...

The world is not getting better, it is even getting messier.

"After all, our abilities are limited and we can only do what we can." Wesley argued desperately, "But it doesn't mean that what we do is useless."

"Yes, you are searching for sand in the sea, thinking that if you find one or two grains, the sea will be clean."

Laika sneered and said, "It's useless. The sea is the sea. You little fishes can't make waves."

After hesitating for a while, Cross asked: "Then we will give up the belief that we have held for half our lives and live in confusion from now on?"

"No, I hope you will live for yourself from now on, not for fate."

Laika spread her hands, "Just like me."

silence.

Still silent.

But it was clear that Cross and Wesley were loose.

In terms of eloquence, Laika considers herself to be average.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't have to use the New York Aquaman's twelve successful powers in this matter.

because…

Everyone is equal before death!

If they don't agree to Laika's conditions, they will be treated as equals!

At this time, just give them a little more light in the darkness...

"If you can't turn around, it doesn't matter. Join the council first and survive first."

"Then, strengthen yourself, strengthen yourself, wait until the time is right, and then snatch back the loom you can't let go of."

Laika shrugged, "I personally won't stop it anyway."

This time, the silence didn't last long.

"Okay, I'll join the council." Wesley said firmly.

My son agreed, and I naturally nodded.

"Hey, I'm not just talking about you two, but also the entire mutual aid group...except Sloan."

Laika's eyes were stern, "You guys have a very high reputation in the Mutual Aid Association. Get the others over here."

Without giving them a chance to speak, Laika continued: "If you don't want to come, I will kill them on the spot!"

Unlike Winston, Laika doesn't leave them an hour!

Cross hesitated and said: "I killed many people from the mutual aid association."

"You didn't kill them, they were killed because they lacked strength."

Laika paraphrased Sloan's words, "To be a killer, you must have this consciousness."

"That being said, you can't let us convince them in front of Sloan, can you?"

"Of course not! I will lure Sloan away, and then you will take the rag with Sloan's name on it and slowly communicate with others."

"Oh, by the way, you can also tell others that as long as they join the council, I will personally share with them half of the money Sloan has accumulated over the years."

After all, they earned this money for Sloan.

As for the other half…

You're so busy, you shouldn't charge any fees!

This time, Cross and Wesley barely hesitated.

"Okay, it's settled. Whenever you invite Sloan, we, the father and son, will return to the mutual aid association's headquarters."

"very good."

Laika turned to Firefox who hadn't said a word.

"What about you? To be honest, things would go much smoother if I had your help."

Firefox's influence in the Mutual Aid Association is second only to Sloan.

Laika walked up to Firefox and took out a knife.

"If I let you go now, will you commit suicide?"

After a long time, the fire fox smiled crookedly.

"You'll know when you let me go."