Upper Paradise Island.

A luxurious villa perched on a cliff is lit up at the moment.

What the? Daytime.

That's right, not only during the day, but also at noon.

The lights in the mansion are no worse than the sunlight outside.

Paradise Island is no less pathetic than those other islands, with a small area of greenery.

So much so that when the sun shines down at this time, it is as if I want to roast people.

At such times, turning on all the lights is a waste of red fruit.

But if it's not like this, how can it be set off, as the head of foreign trade on Paradise Island, the wealth and status of Lord Belan?

The smooth marble floor is also cold to step on.

The beautifully dressed maid carefully put a peeled grape into Belan's mouth.

Looking closely, it is not difficult to find that the maid's makeup is charming, but some parts of her body are different from ordinary people, such as the woman's ears are very pointed, and a layer of fine scales can be faintly seen under the skin.

Through the almost transparent clothes, you can even see the psionic totems on their bodies.

It's just that at this moment, the totem has been pierced by a black scar, completely ruined.

This is characteristic of the Inhumans.

There is more than one such Inhuman.

I saw another maid, who was massaging Belan's stinky feet on his chest with her soft and boneless little hands.

The delicate agate glass, filled with the aroma of chilled wine, was carefully served by the maid and introduced into his throat, and the cold and sassy taste immediately swept away the hot and boring emotions in his heart.

"The depravity of the capitalists!"

After drinking a glass, Belan lay on the sofa, facing the invincible sea view, and his heart was full of melancholy.

From this angle, you can still vaguely see that the burned manor at the foot of the mountain has not yet been restored.

"Hmm...... It's small, it's broken, it's rubbish......"

The more Belan looked, the more he felt that the house he was proud of was like a garbage heap.

It's because of the fire at the beginning, I cried a few times and was about to faint, and now I feel embarrassed when I think about it, but no one noticed him at the time, otherwise it would have greatly humiliated my prestige.

But in his heart, he was also sincerely grateful for the fire.

If it weren't for a fire that burned all his savings and industry, I am afraid that he would not have such a good life as he has today.

Of course, I want to say thanks, and the person who should be thanked is beside me, this godfather who has the grace of reinvention with himself.

Belan looked cautiously at the middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper on the chair next to him.

Swallowing and foaming, he asked carefully, "Godfather, do you mean that you want us to take the initiative to find the card...... Card ......"

Halfway through his words, Beran got stuck, a name that was too unfamiliar to him.

"Kajifer!"

The middle-aged man looked intently at the newspaper in his hand, dressed in a rough linen shirt and shorts, which were covered with oil stains.

I don't know how many days I haven't washed it, and there is still a strong smell of sweat and commotion on my body.

On those rough palms, there was a jade wrench finger that was extremely inconsistent with the identity and appearance of a middle-aged man.

The jade wrench, the ice is clear and jade, it is not ordinary at first glance, but it is even more dazzling and uncomfortable when it is carried on such a hand that is full of mud in the nails.

But the middle-aged man was unaware of this, and his eyes scanned the contents of the newspaper, which was already three days ago.

But for the people of Paradise Island, it is no less than a bombshell.

The news that the Alliance had developed a harmless psionic potion had spread.

At once, two calamity-level powerhouses appeared, and there will be more and more in the future.

I believe that at this moment on Paradise Island, whether it is the aborigines or those vicious pirates, they will start muttering in their hearts.

Harmless psionic energy, even on the surface of the sea.

But the question is, it's too scattered, how much can they absorb?

Even if you soak in the sea all day, it is estimated that the sharks in the sea will not absorb as much.

There are also those big black balls, and there are quite a few of them.

But the problem is that they don't have the technical means to collect psionic energy from around the big black ball.

At this time, after getting the news that the alliance had begun to collect harmless spiritual energy, and had even cultivated two calamity spirit powerhouses, who could still sit still.

In the future, there will be more and more calamities, how can they still run rampant in the sea?

How can you kill people and set fires, and do many evils?

Just imagine yourself carrying a big knife and gun, and rushing over with someone with a murderous face, and looking at the five or six calamity spirits above.

Hehe...... Wouldn't it be happier to wipe your own neck with a fart?

Of course, this picture must be exaggerated, but that doesn't stop the imagination of the people on the island.

For a while, on Paradise Island, whether it was a bar or a J courtyard, everyone's face was full of sadness, sighing.

Under the reminder of his godfather, Belan finally remembered the name.

"Yes, yes, Kajifer, damn his name is really long and smelly."

Saying that, Belan's eyes rolled: "You mean, look for him to cooperate, he provides technology, and we provide resources!" ”

Wangcai nodded: "I believe that if you can handle this matter well and become the island owner's henchman, it is only a matter of time." ”

Speaking of this, the small flame in Belan's heart was almost unbearable, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

The small flames in his eyes were as hot as a berserker.

"Godfather, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter well, and I will never disappoint your expectations."

Wangcai nodded, extremely familiar with the small flame in Belan's eyes, and even deeply understood.

He can understand how the embossed ** is distorted and crazy.

After all, a man's ** will never disappear without a trace because there are no tools.

On the contrary, with the accumulation of time, the heart will become more distorted, and it will need more and more external forces to satisfy.

And power and wealth will undoubtedly be the best outlets.

It was like this moment that Beran, the maid in front of him, this splendid villa, and the abundance of wealth, each of which made him fanatical.

"I'm leaving, this kid is left to you, treat well, entertain ......"

Wangcai's palm gestured between his throat and neck.

As soon as I heard that my godfather was leaving.

When Belan heard this, his face changed drastically, and he immediately threw himself next to Wangcai's chair, and said in a sobbing voice:

"Don't worry, godfather, it's just that the son is not by your side, your old man pays more attention to his body, he can't work too hard in everything, he just hates to be with you all the time, even if it's just for you to share one or two, it's better than your old man working day and night."

A turn of filial piety is tear-jerking, and even the maids around him are sick to their stomachs when they hear it.

But I have to say that in terms of slapping horses, Belan can throw off a few streets of prosperity.

It's not that Wangcai really can't, but it's not the real Gonggong Wei after all.

It's just a touching sycophant to say it, but there is no response.

Beran looked up, only to see the middle-aged pirate sitting in the chair, looking at him blankly.

The confused eyes seem to be thinking about the three major philosophies of life.

"Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going? ”

As soon as Belan looked, he saw that the jade wrench on the pirate's finger was quietly disappearing until it disappeared.

Seeing this, the enthusiasm on his cheeks suddenly faded, and he stood up, smiling and clapping his hands while the pirate was still confused.

I saw that the foreign maids around him enthusiastically surrounded the pirate in a cattail.

It's just an ordinary little pirate who makes a living by stealing, how can he still maintain himself in such a fragrant landscape, and he is instantly lost in it.

Belan lay sideways on the chaise longue, admiring the picture in front of him intently.

It wasn't until the next morning that the poor middle-aged pirate was found in a stinky ditch in the lower districts.

The stenching corpse still had a weird smile on its face, as if it had enjoyed the bliss of the world before death.