'Regret? Regret my ass, 'William complained in his heart.' Do you really think that lying on the ground means that you're showing your loyalty? Do you really think that you're loyal? There are too many examples of Japanese people going against their superiors. '
William did not believe that a piece of information could be exchanged for the life of a super elite. Perhaps once he took his revenge, the White Spirit would remember how he begged for mercy today. Not only would it not feel grateful, it might even think that everything that happened today was a humiliation to him, and it would want to get rid of William.
In this era, it was good for both sides to have equal personalities. As long as the White Spirit did not guess who its enemy was and did not forget to take revenge, the White Spirit would do its job obediently as long as William had what he wanted the most. Everything else was a lie.
William did not believe in the nonsense of serving its master wholeheartedly.
"Once I'm done with the safe with the list, I'll inform you. It will be stored for five years. I'm doing this to make you feel at ease, but if you don't believe that I'll put the list in the safe, then pretend that I didn't say anything."
"No, Mr. Devonshire, I'll say something unpleasant, but I have no other choice but to believe in you. Besides, I believe that you won't deceive an organization with a lot of manpower for no reason. Before I'm deceived, I'm willing to trust you unconditionally. So, if you have any missions, please tell me."
"Very well. Since you said that, I'll be too pretentious if I continue hesitating. The mission this time is to get rid of an assassin organization in Southeast Asia. Charlene is an assassin trained by this organization. She will bring you to the leader of the organization.
"I need you to watch Charlene kill the leader with your own hands. Then, help me kill all the leaders and management of the organization. As for the assassins, that depends on your mood. I'll send you the details on the phone I gave you."
"Understood." The White Spirit brought out her phone and unlocked the screen saver. She checked it in front of William. After looking at it for more than ten seconds, she had a general understanding of the enemy. She put away her phone and smiled at William. "Don't worry, they're all small fries. I'll be able to deal with them soon."
"So, what's your standard fee?" William asked with a smile.
The White Spirit was just about to say that there was no need for it, but when she saw William's expression, she immediately changed her mind. "Then, let's use the standard of one million USD. From now on, as long as you ask me to kill someone, I'll pay one million USD per person."
"No problem." William did not argue with the White Spirit. The price was naturally low, but no matter how low it was, it was still a reward. There was a huge difference between a discount and a free one. From now on, the White Spirit could forget about bothering him with rewards.
After the negotiation, William sent away the White Spirit carrying Charlene. He walked to the Thames River and released his mental power to sense the katana he had thrown into the river.
After spending some time and some mental power, the katana soon appeared in William's hands. He caressed the blade. It was indeed a good katana, but William did not retrieve it to return it to the White Spirit. He had other goals.
With this katana in hand, if the White Spirit betrayed him in the future, William would find a chance to go to Japan and use this katana to exchange for the katana that had killed Monk Gang. This way, the White Spirit would be known as the murderer of his uncle and master.
With the katana in hand, William chuckled and mumbled softly, "No one can live well after betraying me. Not only will I take your life, but I'll also make sure that you won't have the chance to clear your name. You'll be despised and forgotten by your people, and you won't be able to enter your ancestral grave after death. This is probably the worst punishment for East Asians."
When he returned to the car, he opened a small portal and threw the White Spirit's katana into the basement of the castle. Then, he drove back to the hotel. The moment he entered the presidential suite, he saw Abigail in her pajamas.
William waved his hand and asked the butler who had sent him in to leave. He walked forward and picked Abigail up. "Accompany me in the shower, and then I'll take you to the gym. I'll let you know the consequences of playing with me."
"Hehe, isn't it just sore all over after exercising? It's not like I haven't experienced it before, boss. "
Before she could finish speaking, Abigail's lips were covered. Then, from time to time, there were sounds of running, squats, and push-ups in the room, and it lasted for a long time.
The next morning, William got up and went to the gym to exercise for more than an hour. Then, he returned to the room to take a shower. After freshening up, he went back to the master bedroom to wake Abigail up. After shaking for a long time, Abigail opened her eyes in a daze and glanced at William. Then, she pulled the blanket over her head and muttered, "If you wake me up again, I'll bite you to death."
Shrugging, William slapped the girl's round buttocks naughtily. Then, he walked out of the suite amid Abigail's scolding and went to accompany his mother to have breakfast.
During breakfast, Lena handed William a newspaper. She stared at William and said in an unfriendly tone, "Look at this. Someone is scolding us in the newspaper."
He took the newspaper and looked at it. It was The Sun. The front page was about Chelsea's acquisition. It first introduced the Devonshire family, then introduced William and Lena. In the middle paragraph, The Sun's editor-in-chief began to mock William for giving Chelsea to his mother as a birthday present.
Not only that, William also intended to make his mother, Lena, the team chairman. This move would break the record of no female chairman in England's first-tier football club. The Sun's editor-in-chief predicted that this iconoclastic approach would cause dissatisfaction among the fans and turmoil in the team.
Finally, the newspaper was a photo of William's private lawyer, Anthony, going to Portugal to meet José Mourinho, and the words, "Who is this guy?"
"Haha." Looking at José Mourinho's thin, smiling face, William could not help but laugh. "I'm one hundred percent sure that this photo was leaked by Mourinho himself. This bastard didn't want to come to Chelsea to be an assistant for two years. This is forcing me to say whether to choose him or kick him out. Anyway, he became famous as soon as this photo came out."
"You can still laugh. William, Devonshire, why didn't you discuss with me about contacting other coaches? Do you really intend to replace Ranieri? What kind of team chairman am I? "
"No." William looked at his mother in surprise. "What do you mean? Isn't it just contacting a coach I'm optimistic about? It can't be that serious. "
"Bastard, Chelsea is mine. Mine. Do you understand?" Lena slammed the table and asked loudly. William covered his forehead. "God, my God, old man, I should have thought of this. Football is your son. Just like when you used to watch football, you would not hesitate to kick me away as long as I disturbed you." He patted his forehead and said to Lena helplessly, "Mom, I'm really optimistic about José Mourinho. As long as we find the right player, maybe we can do well in the first year."
"Are you crazy? This guy? How is that possible? "
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