Chapter Ninety-Three: Script and Group Performance
"I also have a role?"
Wen Xi, who was wearing an orange T-shirt, was slightly stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his thick palm and scratched his fluffy hair.
Wren sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked: "Of course, Wenxi, don't underestimate yourself, everyone has his advantages."
After all, no matter how stupid a person is, it will have some effect, even if it is a piece of waste paper, it can be used to wipe the buttocks, right? β
Wen Xi was quite happy to hear the first half of the words, and then his smile froze on his face.
Wen Xi, who had bulging cheeks, rolled his eyes, he was just naΓ―ve, not stupid.
"Okay, your room has been arranged, after memorizing the script, go and notify the gang and ask them to cooperate with the performance." Wren commanded.
After hearing this, the two nodded, went to room 201 on the second floor to recite their lines, do one line of love, and be an actor must be dedicated.
After a cup of tea, the sound of footsteps sounded from the corridor, and the rhythm was quite strong.
Shirley Lian stepped on high heels, carrying the tied Ugo with one arm, after all, she was a second-order peak [White Hunter], not a weak woman.
She pushed the door in, locked it with her hand, threw Ugo to the ground, and teased: "The man brought it, are you trying to train him?" The taste is too strong, right? β
Wren walked up to Ugo, took off the black hood covering his head, and patted Shirley on the buttocks: "Female scoundrel, don't think that no one can cure you, believe it or not, I put you in eighteen positions." β
Shirley giggled, her chest rose and fell, and she reached out and touched his face: "Don't just say you don't practice, little virgin." β
"What's wrong with the virgin, eat your rice!"
Wren stepped back, muttering a sentence in his mouth, and was secretly annoyed, determined to say goodbye to his virgin body when he returned.
If you are engaged, you will be engaged, anyway, Kaisha is so beautiful, she can still suffer a loss if she marries a wife.
He didn't pay any attention to Shirley, took out the gauze in Ugo's mouth, and squatted down to look directly at his slightly pale face: "Iron Fist Ugo, how did you think about what I said last night?" β
Ugo lowered his head slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Big brother treats me well, I don't want to betray him." β
Wren pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "I heard that your previous gang leader also treated him well, but as soon as he died, Marcello immediately moved into his house.
Don't tell me that he only slept with the gangmaster's daughter, and didn't touch the gangmaster's wife, you have been with him for more than ten years, haven't you recognized him for what he is? β
Silent, Ugo's face was cloudy, his fingers were white, and he clenched tightly.
Wren continued to pour a basin of cold water: "Mr. Ugo, you seem to have a wife and son, if you die, you will no longer be able to take care of them."
But don't worry, the gang will help you take care of their orphans and widows.
Then people will be able to live in your house, sleep with your wife, and beat your son. β
The words were very vicious, Shirley smiled when she heard it, and she clasped her hands on her chest to watch the excitement, and Wren didn't drive her away.
Ugo's forehead was bruised, and after a long time, he sighed, as if he had lost support, and said dejectedly: "Your promises are all valid? β
Wren talked to him a lot last night.
Wren didn't say much, took out a stack of papers from the bedside table, and handed it to him: "This is your case record, if you cooperate, your bounty will be canceled in the 7th game."
You will be able to truly clear your name and become a law-abiding citizen from now on. β
He had told the old goat that he had gotten it from the Inspector General of Bureau 7, who had approved of Wren's actions, but would not help with manpower.
"What about my family? What about their safety? Ugo said in a deep voice.
He actually didn't have many options, one was to be killed himself, and he would be infamous as a traitor.
The other is to betray the eldest brother, not only to survive, but also to clear his identity.
"I can't guarantee the safety of your family 100 percent, I can only say do my best."
Wren said lightly that whether Ugo's family can survive depends on whether the operation goes smoothly and the reaction speed of the Skeleton Gang.
"Okay, I'll cooperate."
Ugo's eyes drooped, and he agreed to Wren's terms.
He doesn't want to die yet! Loyalty is less important than the lives of oneself and one's family.
Shirley's expression was a little surprised: "So easy to agree?" β
Ugo's gaze paused on her face, and his voice was low: "I don't want to be a traitor, let alone an outcast. β
Wren turned to Shirley with a smile and explained: "Marcello is already notorious and has a low reputation, and he relies on strength and ruthless means to subdue his subordinates.
He expected to lie to Ugo, saying that he had channels in the 7th game, and he could clear his name after committing rape.
However, I clearly told him that in the 7th game, he only needed to guard against the enemy in the shadows, so he didn't dare to act rashly. β
Ugo would have believed Wren's words, in addition to the fact that he had been vaguely uneasy before, and that Wren had brought out his criminal record from Game 7.
This proved that Rennes had someone in the 7th game, and he also took out the document with the seal of the inspector general, which clearly stated that he would deal with Marcello, and exposed the lie that he had a channel to whitewash.
In fact, it only takes a little thought to know how such an act of wanton human raiding and trading to ghouls can be forgiven.
It's no matter how hard to shoot.
Ugo had only instinctively been reluctant to think about it, not that he had no doubts in his heart.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Wren handed him a piece of manuscript paper: "This is your script, remember to memorize the lines, and be emotional when you read it." β
Ugo, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, swept through the words on the paper and immediately gasped.
'It's so ruthless, Marcello is dead. β
This was the first thought that popped into his head after reading the "script".
His lips trembled slightly, as a gangster and bandit, he knew too well the greed in human nature.
This basin of dirty water was splashed, especially since this was from the mouth of him, the second leader of the Skeleton Gang, even if it was fake, it would come true.
When the time comes, there is a high probability that other gangs in Orange Town will also make a move.
Let Ugo recite his lines in the room, and Shirley will take care of him.
Wren took out two more stacks of paper from the drawer and went to the first floor of the Little Widow's Hospital.
It was 10 a.m., the lobby was empty, it wasn't a real hospital, and there weren't many people who came to see a doctor.
A short time later, Suzanne and Garcia pushed the door open and came to stand in front of him.
Wren sat in his chair and asked Susanna, "Have you found all the extras?" β
When he parted ways with Suzanne last night, he asked her to find some locals in Orange Town.
Suzanne raised her eyebrows and pouted: "Of course, I heard that as long as you join in the fun and shout a few times, you can get 2 silver coins, and the villagers are very active." β
Wren grinned and gave her a stack of manuscript paper: "Find a few people with better acting skills and tell them that those who have lines can get 4 silver coins." β
"Are you stupid and have a lot of money, do you need so many people?
If you have too much money to spend, why don't you let me buy some cosmetics! β
Suzanne took the paper and snorted disapprovingly.
Syllable!
patted her beautiful leg, and Wren smiled: "I know that I have settled accounts for the boss, so I look like a qualified female secretary."
Rest assured, what you spend now will earn back tenfold, and I won't trade at a loss.
Also, it's good if you don't wear makeup, your wheat-colored skin is very fit, you don't need cosmetics, just buy some birth control pills. β
Suzanne snorted, stopped talking, and began to read the words on the paper in her hand.
At this time, Garcia, who was probing his brain, came back to his senses, and he didn't find the girlfriend he had just talked about, Shirley, and felt a little regretful in his heart.
Looking at the cowboy with a very dazzling green light above his head, Wren subconsciously squinted his eyes, coughed, and asked, "Suzanne should have told you, how did you think about it?" β
Garcia touched his rounded chin and said in a deep voice, "If you can reach the fourth order, I will do something for you." β
Smiling confidently, Wren handed him another stack of manuscript paper with beautiful patterns: "No problem, right away." Now, let's do a little bit of practice and take this stack of paper and print it.
Remember, if you print 5,000 copies, make sure you have one for everyone in Orange Town! β