"As expected." Hearing the butler's words, Molisman was shocked.
This Asian was unbelievably powerful.
His cruelty was rarely seen in the world.
This was an era of peace, after all.
Killing more than 300 people at once would shock the entire world.
Even if these 300 people were all gangsters, they wouldn't be able to do anything.
If there were more than a hundred people from the night before, and a few dozen people from the day before and the day before that …
This man had only been in San Diego for less than five days and he'd already killed more than 500 people.
This man was simply a cruel butcher.
Although the Mafia was feared in the United States and Italy, Jerovice might not even kill 500 people in ten years.
Even if they couldn't be friends with this person, they couldn't be enemies either.
"Master, Basaco is in the police station and is under strict protection. Should we do him another favor?"
"No," Molisman said calmly. "It's not easy to kill people in the police station. We just need to maintain a non-hostile relationship with that person. He's not developing in San Diego. It's not beneficial for us to pay too much."
As a mafia, all actions had to be considered from the perspective of benefits.
It wasn't that they didn't know each other, but the relationships between mafia families were more private.
It would not involve friendship on the level of interests.
If they would cross paths again in the future, the connections they'd built today would be useful.
But it was more likely that they would never cross paths again.
…
Crack, crack, crack.
"Chen, there seems to be a guest upstairs. He checked in this morning and has been noisy for the whole day."
"I'll go upstairs and tell him," Chen Zhao said.
Chen Zhao went upstairs. After confirming the room number, he knocked on the door.
After a minute, the door opened.
An old granny holding a frame opened the door.
She looked very old. Her body was somewhat withered, her hair was white, and her face was full of wrinkles.
When she saw Chen Zhao, her eyes lit up.
"Hi, hello. Are you the gigolo I called?" The old woman reached out to touch Chen Zhao's chest.
Chen Zhao quickly dodged. This granny was an old pervert.
"Sorry, Ma 'am, I live below you," Chen Zhao said. Chen Zhao said, "My girlfriend is pregnant. She needs some peace, so can you please be quiet?"
"Okay, I'll try. Oh, have you considered being a temporary prostitute? I can pay you five hundred dollars. "
Chen Zhao's face darkened. This old lady was old, but her heart wasn't.
The way she looked at Chen Zhao made him very uncomfortable.
She even licked her lips like a girl.
Chen Zhao felt his hair stand on end.
"You're really one of the few men who can move me with just your body."
"Rococo, who's outside?"
Just then, he heard another granny's voice.
Chen Zhao was so scared that he wanted to leave immediately. "Madam, I have something to do. I'll leave first. Goodbye."
One old woman was already so difficult to deal with. If he were to encounter another one, he might not be able to escape.
"Goodbye, handsome boy."
Chen Zhao walked a few steps. Hearing, he said. "Arthur". "Arthur" Chen Zhao.
The granny looked at the opposite door and raised her middle finger. "F * ck you, Arthur, don't think I don't know you're spying just because you're hiding behind the door. If you dare to interfere with my private affairs, I'll go in and rape you tonight."
Banging sounds came from the other side.
Only then did the granny close the door.
The other old granny in the room looked at the old granny called Rococo.
"Rococo, you're already eighty-five. Can't you control yourself? How many young people have you harassed from England to here? I don't want to go to the police station to bail you out. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to come out with you?"
"Beisa, you're an old woman whose body and mind have withered. How can you understand a woman's desire? Also, it's hard to meet a man who can move me. Do you know how hard it is to meet a man who can move me? That Asian man was full of hormones. I feel like I'm glowing again. I feel like spring is here."
"You lewd old woman, God, please punish this degenerate woman."
"We're witches. We don't believe in God, stupid woman," Rococo said proudly.
"That child is old enough to be your great-grandson."
"Love has nothing to do with age."
"How many men have you said that to?"
"The past is in the past. I believe that boy is the one for me."
"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you anymore. As long as you don't harass him, I won't care about you anymore."
"You're such a boring woman," Rococo said disdainfully.
"Let's discuss tonight's operation."
"What's there to discuss? We'll just destroy those corpses. What's there to discuss?" Rococo said casually.
Although Rococo was eighty-five years old, she didn't have any maturity.
Her actions and tone were quite frivolous.
In comparison, Beisa was much more stable and dignified.
Their feelings were like the contrast between a rebellious girl and the daughter of a rich family.
When they were young, one was a rebellious girl and the other was the daughter of a rich family.
However, it was precisely these two girls who became entangled partners for life.
"That's not all." Beisa said, "We still have to capture the evil culprit. The Thousand Faces Demon Spirit shouldn't exist in this world. The culprit and those corpses must be purified."
"Do you want to wait for that person to show up? That's too troublesome. "
"That's a must. If we just destroy those corpses, we won't be able to completely eradicate it. Only by eliminating the evil culprit can we truly stop this evil magic ritual," Beisa said.
"What a pity, I still want to control the Thousand Faces Demon Spirit," Rococo said disappointedly.
"You old woman, your energy magic isn't enough to control that filthy existence."
"Don't underestimate me, Beisa, I'm a great witch!"
"A great witch who's lost all her teeth."
"You're so long-winded. I really should've killed you thirty years ago."
Rococo suddenly looked outside the door. "Arthur, get in here. Don't hide outside and eavesdrop."
A handsome young man pushed the door open. He looked a little embarrassed and scared.
"Elder Rococo, Elder Beisa."
"What's the matter?"
"It's dinner time for the two of you."
"My arms have been a little weak recently. I want you to feed me."
Arthur shuddered. He might as well jump off the building.
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