Hearing the voice after the phone was connected, Glass's face suddenly calmed down, and the previous anger quickly disappeared, replaced by a stern calm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm Glass. Although I was already thinking about it quickly, I still couldn't come up with a good opening statement, so I had to simply report my name.

"I know. The voice on the other end of the line spoke cheerfully, not shocked by the name of Glass, the underground emperor.

Glass was unjustifiably disgusted by such a tone, which no one had spoken to him for as long as he could remember.

"I'm looking for the king. Glass said lightly, holding back the displeasure in his heart.

"He's not here, just talk to me if there's something to do. The tone on the other end of the line was still relaxed and cheerful, as if he was talking about a daily routine.

"When can I contact him?" said Glass, though extremely dissatisfied, but still trying to control his emotions.

The other end of the phone groaned for a while and said: "I can't say for sure, he is now playing abroad, and it is estimated that he will have to wait for a while." ”

"I have something very important to say to the king now!" Glass rebuked into the phone.

But he didn't want the person on the other end of the phone to be unmoved by Glass's annoyance, and still said casually: "Didn't I tell you, just tell me something." ”

"Who are you?" Glass whispered.

"Hermit. ”

Glass frowned, it was really hard to imagine from the name that the king and the hermit would be of the same class, and that his own problems would be solved with him.

The hermit said, "If there are no other questions, I'll hang up the phone." ”

Glass suppressed his anger and said, "Recently, I have encountered some problems in my business, which may be related to your blasphemers. ”

"Do you mean 'pulsatilla'?"

Glass was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't expect the other party to know so much about his current situation.

The hermit continued, "We know something about the Kaki Road incident before, and your friend Matthew is still cultivating with us. ”

Hearing Matthew's name, the look on Glass's face became soothed, and he asked with concern, "How is he now?"

This time the hermit said lazily, as if he was hanging his appetite: "It's okay, it's right that you don't die." However, although his life was saved, it was impossible to restore his previous appearance, and if it was not implemented, the possibility of transplanting the prosthetic remains could not be ruled out. ”

Glass was shocked and subconsciously said urgently: "Please save Matthew at all costs, I will pay all the expenses that are spent!"

The hermit giggled when he heard this, and his laughter was full of disdain and mockery, and Glass was a little embarrassed by this laughter, and just wanted to rebuke him angrily, but the hermit continued: "If old Mr. Glass were here, he would not have said such a thing, and you must know that the price of TAROT is difficult for even a gambler to afford." It's not that the gambler doesn't have that kind of financial strength, but would the patriarch be willing to pay such a big price to save a wasted person?"

Glasden was choked there and couldn't answer.

What the hermit said was not wrong at all, even if he was the leader of the second generation of the gambling man, the authority in his hands was still limited, and he was not like his father old Glass, who turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain, and countless pairs of eyes of the senators and all kinds of people within the gambling lang were secretly staring at him, coveting his power and status, but acting rashly would make him likely to become nothing.

As Glass was silent, he heard the hermit continue: "Old Mr. Glass was kind to us during his lifetime, and we will not forget this, so I hope that you will also protect this rare friendship, and I hope that it will not be dusted by some ridiculous and childish reason." ”

These words were filled with an icy chill, and the cheerful and relaxed tone of the previous one was gone. Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from Glass's forehead and slid down the curvature of his skin.

I don't know how long it took for Glass to notice a blind tone on the phone, and the other party hung up at some point.

Glass put down the telephone in his hand, reached out and filled his glass with wine, and then raised his head to drink the red wine in the glass.

The amber liquid rushed into Glass's throat like a poisonous snake, and a sour sensation hit Glass's stomach, causing a surge between his chest and abdomen.

Looking at the transparent empty wine glass, with a faint layer of wine stains hanging on the inner wall, Glass frowned, and then raised his hand, and the delicate wine glass fell to the ground and was smashed.

"I guess he's throwing a tantrum right now, maybe screaming, maybe smashing the utensils and objects next to him. Well, I guess it's more likely that he still dropped something, after all, there is never a shortage of this kind of thing around rich people. The hermit leaned lazily back in his bar chair, holding a transparent wine glass, which also contained half a glass of wine, accompanied by a round block of ice, which struck the wall of the glass as it shook, making a tinkling and crisp sound.

The dim glow of the chandelier on the ceiling shone down, illuminating the hermit's cynical face, and also illuminating the young man in black sitting beside him, who had disappeared for days in succession!

Haruki didn't care about the hermit's smiling face, and looked intently at the wine cabinet in front of him, as if counting the few patches of dust on it.

The hermit felt a little bored and protested: "Don't be so cold, now that there are only you and me left in the group, just chat with me." Although your ranking is ahead of me, I'm also your senior, at least give me a smile. ”

Haruki ignored such senseless ridicule, and it could be said that he had already known what kind of character a hermit was.

This guy really doesn't live up to his title!

The hermit looked at Haruki's dead look, sighed, shook his head, and changed the subject, saying, "What kind of person do you think the 'Pulsatilla' that appeared recently is?"

Haruki was obviously interested in the topic, and said in deep thought, "It's interesting. ”

"It's funny, hmph, I think it's boring!" said the hermit disdainfully, "We blasphemers have been living in the shadows for so many years, trying our best not to be discovered, and we have been in business for many years to get to where we are today, but now it seems that this secret will be discovered sooner or later by such a reckless person." He took a sip of wine into his mouth.

Although Haruki did not agree with the hermit's words, he did not have too many doubts and remained silent again. After a moment, Haruki asked, "What do you want to do with the 'pulsatilla'?"

When the hermit heard this, a wicked smile appeared on his face and said, "It's very simple, and I will return a favor from old Mr. Glass. Kill 'Pulsatilla'. ”