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Nick was tied up and his mouth was stuffed with something. He could not make a sound and could only move one of his legs. He struggled to get up but was hooked by Allen and fell to the ground again. He seemed to have given up on this fruitless action and could only sit on the ground, his eyes darting around. No one knew what he was thinking.
Allen smiled and sat down, his eyes looking straight at Moroco. "I believe you heard yesterday that we were attacked at 34th Street."
Moroco nodded and glanced at the door. There was no sound outside. There was such a big commotion in the room, but his trusted aide Yuga was nowhere to be seen. Even if he was not dead, he was probably under control. The merchant thought of a countermeasure in his mind and said, "I heard about this and was going to send some men to support you. But I heard that it was Castellan Gulant's side, so I couldn't intervene. And I also believed that with your strength, a mere army of a hundred men would not be able to trap you. That's the truth, but I didn't expect Gulant to hire a few assassin guilds and even sent in another five hundred men. "
"I couldn't care less, but when my men rushed to 40th Street, I heard that you and your men had disappeared, so I gave up."
There was no flaw in this reply, and Morocco was not speaking carelessly. He did send some men out during the last part of the operation yesterday and they did go to 40th Street. However, these men were not there to support Allen, but to gather information.
Allen replied with an "oh", but the smile on his face did not change at all. Moroco's scalp went numb. Allen did not show any expression, so he could not guess what the owner of the wasteland was thinking. Because of this, it meant that Allen did not trust him. Otherwise, he would not have chosen this time to visit him, and he would not have looked so mysterious.
"Mr. Moroco is considerate. Fortunately, we were lucky enough to escape in the end. However, it is not advisable to stay in the city for long. We will leave Mokedan at dusk at the latest. Before I leave, I wonder if there is any news about the matter that Mister has inquired about for me? "Allen changed the topic.
Moroco put on a smile and said, "My apologies, my Lord. As to the secret weapon which Baal had brought with him, time was limited, and that which had happened yesterday, so I could only learn a little of it. That weapon is currently kept in a military warehouse in Mokedan. It's heavily guarded, making it difficult for my men to infiltrate. If I'm given more time, I believe I can deduce the general situation through indirect questioning. "
"Looks like I gained very little from this trip to Moke Dan. Let's not talk about anything else. If I don't catch the guy who leaked my whereabouts, I won't be able to eat or sleep well under the watchful eyes of this pair of invisible eyes. Am I right, Monsieur Morocco? "
Morocco could only laugh dryly and apologize.
Allen patted his head again and said, "Look at my memory. I didn't find out that Mr. Nick beside me had provided Lord Gulant with the information. I believe Mr. Nick will give me other clues. How about this, Mr. Nick, as long as you tell me where you got the news, I will immediately send you out of the city safely and give you a batch of green crystals to help you make a comeback. What do you think? "
The dejected Nick's eyes lit up when he heard this and he nodded desperately. He looked at Morocco, whose heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure if Nick knew that he had deliberately leaked the news to him. If he told the Common Lord of the Wasteland, he wouldn't have to leave the shop today. At this moment, Allen bent down and removed the thing from Nick's mouth. Although Morocco's line of sight was blocked, it looked like Nick was whispering something to Allen.
Then Allen looked at him, the smile on his face gradually disappearing, and his eyes turning cold. Morocco knew that it was going to be bad, so he couldn't care less. He roared and jumped up, raising his arm like lightning. There was already an elegant beam pistol in his hand, but before he could fire, Allen flicked his finger. There was a flash of gray light, and one of Morocco's arms was cut off.
Morocco screamed and retreated, knocking over a chair. Then he saw that smile appear on Allen's face again. He slowly raised his head, and when he saw Nick behind him, Morocco's pupils shrank. Nick didn't say anything because his neck was being choked by Allen. His expression was in pain, and he couldn't make a sound. Immediately, Morocco's face turned ashen. He knew that he had already been played by Allen.
Allen stuffed Nick's mouth again, and after letting him go, he patted his clothes and stood up. He said calmly, "Why did you do this?"
"Why did you do this?" Morocco could be considered to have thrown caution to the wind. He laughed wildly and said, "I used thirty years of effort to go from nothing to the glory I have today. Do you know how difficult it was? But now, because of you, everything is about to be destroyed. I won't agree! I won't allow this to happen, so you must die! Damn it, that Gulant is simply a good-for-nothing. He actually messed up in his own territory. What a bastard! "
Allen looked at the fierce Baltic, and for some reason, he suddenly felt pity for him. Allen shook his head and said, "That's not right. If you didn't have the support of the Forgotten Realm, would you have reached this height? Since you've received support from the Forgotten Realm, you should pay for it. You're just running away from this matter. "
"Whatever you say, I'm already in your hands. Do whatever you want!"
"Of course I will. Do you think I'll let you go?" Allen raised his hand and pointed at Morocco. "There are still many chess pieces like you. I hope they can learn a lesson from you. As for your property, don't worry. The big businessman, Morocco, will still be alive. It's just that that person isn't you. "
Morocco roared, "No, that's mine …"
His voice stopped abruptly.
A intermittent gray light pierced through his forehead. The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground. A moment later, a drop of blood gushed out from between his eyebrows. The injury seemed to be minor, but if one pried open his head, they would find that it had been burned to ashes by the Void Secret Flame.
In the room, Nick's eyes were filled with fear. He looked at Ellen in panic and let out a whimper. Allen knew what he wanted to say. He shook his head and walked past him. Nick wanted to get up, but a thin wound opened up on his neck. Then, blood spurted out from the wound. He could really feel his strength and life flowing out of the wound. In the end, he also turned into a corpse.
Allen walked out of the room and saw Lu Qi leaning against the wall by the door. The woman looked at him and asked curiously, "Sir, you don't look too good?"
"It's my first time killing someone who can't resist, and two of them at once. It's indeed a little uncomfortable." Allen exhaled.
Lu Qi obviously couldn't understand Allen's feelings. In fact, looking at Allen's life. He had killed many strong enemies along the way, but it was indeed the first time he had killed someone who couldn't resist. Of course, even if he had to start all over again, he would not hesitate to kill these two people. Being uncomfortable was one thing, and being soft-hearted was another. And in Agares, the last thing he wanted was kindness.
He would kill when he had to!
"We will take care of the aftermath. As for what you said, using a person to pretend to be Morocco and continue to manipulate his business, I can do that too. But aren't you afraid that the Moroccan business will be annexed by the Black Ball? "Lu Qi smiled. She was no longer as confused as she was when they first met. Instead, she was extremely smart. She had the intention of annexing the Moroccan business, and she knew that instead of doing it secretly behind Allen's back, it was better to make it clear from the beginning, which would be more to the young expert's liking.
Allen said cheerfully, "Miss Lu Qi is a smart person. Let's put it this way. Even if Miss Lu Qi didn't say this today, I have nothing to say about annexing the Moroccan business. Since you've made it clear now, I might as well tell you that I can give you the Moroccan business. In return, the Black Ball must do something for me. "
"Let me guess, my lord, you want to know the details of the secret weapon stored in the military warehouse?"
Allen nodded. "We'll be attacking Mokedan in a few days. It's better to get a feel for the city."
"Deal, but give us at least a week. A week later, we'll relay the news to you through the Black Heart. "Lu Qi raised a finger.
Allen didn't refuse. They walked to the lobby of the shop, and Morocco's trusted aide, Yuga, collapsed in a corner. Beside him stood Trisley. She was wiping the blood off her dagger, but when she heard the gunshots coming from behind, she knew that Morocco was the culprit. He immediately swiped Yuga's neck and turned this half-baked expert into a real corpse. Lu Qi looked at Trisley a few more times and said, "My lord, I will arrange for someone to escort you out of the city in the afternoon. Is there anything else I need to do?"
"There's one thing I need. I need a map of Mokedan. The more detailed the better."
"This is easy. You can see it before you leave."
When they walked out of the Desert Boat Shop, there were more pedestrians on the street. However, no one knew that in the shop behind the two of them, the legend of this street had disappeared. Even if he would still hear his name in the future, that person was no longer Morocco.
Before sunset, a convoy left Mokedan after careful inspection. In one of the land vehicles of the convoy, Allen turned around to look at the stronghold city behind him. Mokedan was like a giant beast hibernating in the wilderness of the setting sun, leaving him with only a black silhouette. He narrowed his eyes, thinking that the next time he saw this city, it would be time for his army to attack.
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