"Is there a new mission?"

Eleven asked.

"Well, it should be!"

Zhang Yue nodded:

"In short, just behave well, the future of you and me is immeasurable in the organization. ”

Zhang Yue specially emphasized the words you and me, but Eleven knew that this kind of words were not suitable for white cats.

But no one else listened, so he didn't spoil the fun.

The two chatted casually, and the next moment, two more people walked in.

The leader was the veterinarian, and he said hello to Eleven briefly, but ignored Zhang Yue next to Eleven.

"Bone veterinarian, long time no see!"

Zhang Yue chose to take the initiative to have a good relationship, but the other party just glanced at him coldly and didn't say much.

For a while, Zhang Yue was a little embarrassed, but the person who came later undoubtedly helped him.

"It's only been a few days, so why haven't you seen you for a long time?

Lao Zhang, I'm afraid you're old!"

The man who said this was a man in his early forties, with a strong build, dark skin, and a righteous body, a scar on his face, and most of his hair was half white.

At this time, it was a joking tone with a hippie smile.

", Lao Tzu is still young, who can compare to you Lao Li?"

The man known as Lao Li, whose real name is Li Zheng, used to be a police officer and also has a daughter who supports him to live.

But that's just the past, and now he's just a scumbag bastard who is scolded by "public opinion".

Eleven knew about Li Zheng, and it was Zhang Yue who told him personally, and Li Zheng was a relatively special existence in the organization.

His essence is very similar to Zhang Yue, but he can distinguish priorities, so this makes no one in the organization hate him.

Easing the atmosphere, Li Zheng turned his gaze to Eleven again:

"Little Ten, have you lost weight during this time?"

As he spoke, he sat down, right next to Eleven.

"It's okay. ”

Eleven smiled bitterly, not knowing how to respond.

But the other party is obviously making a fuss:

"Where's it okay? Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight.

Uncle told you, you young people usually only care about demeanor and not temperature, this is not good, you should pay more attention to it...... bilibili……”

The conversation box has been opened, and Li Zheng has been talking endlessly.

Eleven didn't interrupt him, just listened over and over again as usual.

Eleven remembered what Zhang Yue had said to herself:

"Lao Li's daughter died, and she couldn't live at all, if the boss hadn't helped him, maybe this person would have died.

You also know that his daughter is the only pillar of his life, but in the end he was forced to jump off the building by those brutes in the same class.

I've never been a father, but I know it's not a good feeling to lose the motivation to live.

You are the youngest in the organization, so he usually tries to bear with you complaining about something, and he is a poor person, so he can be comforted a little!"

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Eleven can understand, not to understand Li Zheng's pain of losing his daughter, but Zhang Yue's compassion for Li Zheng.

Li Zheng has no daughter, Zhang Yue has no wife, and both of them have lost their loved ones, so mutual understanding is only natural.

Therefore, even if Zhang Yue is not welcomed in the eyes of others, Li is the only one who is his bosom friend.

White Cats don't have cliques, so they don't act like schoolboys:

If you play with someone I don't like, then I won't play with you either.

This would not actually be the case.

In addition, speaking of which, there are eleven, boss thirteen, and white chef.

These people should be regarded as Zhang Yue's more or less normal communicators except for Li Zheng.

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It wasn't long before someone walked in.

At first, it was Sister Qin, and her blood-red wedding dress was very eye-catching.

Then, a handsome young man in a white shirt and black shorts came from behind.

Twenty-five or six, wearing small gold-rimmed eyes, polite and polite, but easy to give people a very deep sense of the city.

There is a feeling of the high-IQ literati subordinates in the movie who will rebel.

This is Wang Yue, the absolute backbone of BOOS Thirteen for the longest time, and the second-in-command of the organization.

He and Zhang Yue's names both bear the word Yue, but their status in the organization is very different.

Unlike others, Wang Yue greeted everyone with a friendly face when she came in, even Zhang Yue, who was not welcomed.

He's always that kind of look that you can't see, even if it's possible to stab you in the back the next moment.

Not long after, three more men walked in.

The three of them were dressed very strangely, they were dressed in black robes, and they couldn't see their faces at all, two of them were slightly taller, and one was only one meter four or five, which was relatively petite.

The people of the organization simply call them one, two, three.

The two of them are normal ones are number one and two, and the petite ones are number three.

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[Awkward ...... ahead]

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"Mina-san, Kongba Frog, Gu Deyi Wenni!!! (Good evening pronunciation in English)"

Suddenly, an eye-catching voice appeared out of thin air at the door of the conference room.

Saying inexplicable words, the clothes are also gorgeous to death.

He was dressed in a handsome cape, with yellow eye-catching hair, and was wearing strange accessories with unknown signs, as well as a handsome and shameful black uniform.

He was a very young man, looking to be in his early twenties.

The appearance is very handsome, of course, it is better if the behavior is not so weird.

This is the Demon King, of course, as he calls himself.

The real name is actually the prince, that's right, the surname is Wang Mingzi.

But the prince likes to talk nonsense and emphasize that his surname is the devil, so that everyone calls him the demon prince.

In fact, it is a secondary disease (a symptom of addiction to role-playing).

Even if he is indeed a very capable organizational backbone.

"Uh-huh!"

The prince deliberately let out that inexplicable sneer, he walked to the top of the conference room, and then stood where the original boss should stand, and patted the table:

"O my beloved people, tell me who the King of the Dark Wizard you believe in?"

The prince looked at everyone expectantly, and finally reaped the speechless and pitying gaze of most of them.

"Demon King, Long live the Demon King......"

Only a silly voice responded, looking over, it was the white chef who was walking in at this moment.

At this time, he was shouting with inexplicable excitement, but his voice was really not loud, probably for fear of disturbing others.

"Kokoko, sure enough, genius can only be understood by a few?"

He pretended to sigh, looking disappointed, but the next moment, his hand pointed directly at Eleven:

"My stupid Yi Mo Duo Yo (younger brother), kill the chicken and ignore it (long time no see), is your territory safe lately?"

"Drag your blessing, very safe!"

Eleven was perfunctory, his eyes looked like he was looking at a retarded person, and as for the tone, it was even more needless to say.

The helpless sigh of the dying man understands?