Silence, death-like silence, as if shrouded in dark clouds as thick as ink, suppressed to an unbearable heaviness that rapidly gathered in this small space.

Above the hall sat an old man, who looked to be in his prime, dressed in a satin robe, with a red face and a white beard that was very clean and fresh, all showing his pampering. At this time, he squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the hall, the frost-white sideburns were windless, and the oppressive wind and thunder came from him, it was the helmsman of the Peterson family, Petersenberg.

There were two people standing under the hall, a middle-aged man and a prime of life, staring at the floor with their heads down at this time, not daring to raise their heads at all, trembling under the amazing momentum of the old man, cold sweat flowed down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

"Bang!"

The sound of the explosion came, and the middle-aged man caught a glimpse of the Nanmu tea case shattered instantly, and his body was even more motionless. It's just that after this moment, the old man's coercion seems to have been vented a lot with this outbreak, and even the tidal pressure has quietly dissipated.

"A bunch of rubbish! How much silver taels does it cost me to raise a spy every year, and this time there was no rumor of this incident in advance, you say, what's the use of me raising you waste! ”

"Old man, I personally check the intelligence, from the selection of people to training to the mission to the final transmission of information, it has to go through my hands, I dare not say anything else, this item is really not touched by anyone, and I definitely did not spend any more money."

"We've gotten some news here and there before, and it's still very good for us, it's worth the money, but this time."

Speaking of this, he felt a chill down his spine, and knowing that the old man's eyes were locked on him, he still didn't dare to raise his head, but he continued with a hard head:

"We really didn't get any news, and afterwards I used all the methods to contact the dark piles that I have cultivated over the years, and even the only Tianzi I took the risk of contacting them, but all the news was lost, and it can almost be judged that they have all been wiped out."

Silence, and dreary silence.

"Go down."

Finally, the old man's slightly tired voice was heard. The two people in the hall were relieved, and hurriedly saluted and retreated, not daring to delay for a minute.

The room was quiet again, and after a while, the old man sighed and said leisurely:

"What do you think about this?"

The old man seemed to be speaking into the air, until a figure slowly appeared in the shadows behind him. He seems to have been here, and he seems to have never been here, which is extremely weird.

"Master, I don't think it's really strange to the young master. The young master has a clear card in his hand, no matter how careful he is, there are traces to follow, but there should be no problem with the two ghosts in my hand, and one of them has been planted for eighteen years, but this time, there is no news. ”

The old man smiled bitterly: "Hey, I thought I had paid enough attention to the power of the Hero Chamber of Commerce, but it seems that I was still naïve." Look, even the old thief of Monla worked for them. ”

"Master, although we don't have the initiative, judging from the news sent back by the spies of each family, we shouldn't have gotten the news in advance. We don't know about the royal family, but the four major families should not know in advance, so the situation is not too bad, and we must be decisive at this time, and thunder is the best policy. ”

The old man obviously hesitated, this matter could not be done simply by spending some money, it needed to block the resources and fate of the entire family. Soon, though, his expression grew more resolute. The old man who has worked hard all his life is not afraid because of the increase in age. If they can't succeed this time, they will soon be kicked out of the circle of top families, and the best result is to cut the meat and retreat to an inconspicuous corner of the mainland to recuperate, he doesn't want the family to decay in his hands, so there is actually nothing to think about.

He waved his hands, and spell after spell gushed out of his hand, and in a short moment he didn't know how many were thrown, filling every corner of this little hall, and he believed that even the most sophisticated person would not be able to eavesdrop on everything that was happening in this room.

Two moments later, a black figure left the room, but the old man never left. The deep house, like a beast quietly waiting for its prey to take the bait, is dangerous and deadly.

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