The pink lights on the exterior of the Sweet Honey Mansion had been extinguished, and the holograms of the dome had glowed white.

Death barely sleeps all night, and he curls up against the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in one hand and a wine in the other, looking out at the sky in distraction.

Upon learning of the city-wide search by the government, the Hunters' Association, and the military, the Grim Reaper did not rest.

He tried countless methods that night, but he couldn't get in touch with Zhao Jie and Abby.

Suddenly, there was a neat welcome sound outside the door, and then the round Tang Youcai walked into the club alone.

"Mr. Death?" Tang Youcai looked at the grim reaper sitting by the window from a distance, waved his hand and shouted loudly.

Death twisted his head as well, and he stood up with a tired face, finally showing a smile that wasn't quite good.

Tang Youcai walked over one by one, the beer belly swayed up and down, and the meticulous oil head reflected the morning sun outside the window.

He first looked around him, and then nodded slowly, looking very satisfied with the situation in his clubhouse.

"Mr. Death? I'm okay here, right? Is it okay to rest at night? ”

Tang Youcai looked attentive, as if the Grim Reaper was an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and he was very enthusiastic.

The Grim Reaper put down the half-drunk wine bottle, hurriedly held Tang Youcai's outstretched hands, and said busily: "Tang Gongzi bothered, everything is fine here." ”

Tang Youcai nodded with satisfaction, sat down on the sofa, and slumped in.

Wu Liao appeared in the hall of the club at some point, holding a sandwich that had just come from the kitchen, and was sitting in the corner of the hall chewing it.

At this time, I found Tang Gongzi, who had just arrived.

"Tang Gongzi, get up so early!" Wu Liao raised his hand and said hello, and then sat down beside Tang Gongzi unceremoniously.

Tang Youcai himself rarely got up early in the morning, and coupled with the fact that he was staring at the search last night, his stomach was already hungry.

He saw the remaining half of the sandwich in Wu Liao's hand, and his eyes were shining.

"That, Wu Liao? This sandwich you ......"

Wu Liao was obviously stunned for a moment after hearing this, he didn't expect that the boss of such a large group would be so easy-going in private.

As soon as he handed over the remaining half of the sandwich in his hand, Tang Youcai chewed it nonchalantly.

During this time, he also moved his fat butt to reach the coffee cup that was poured on the coffee table.

Tang Youcai, who had swallowed the food, did not forget to lick the sauce on his fingers one by one, and then hummed with satisfaction and leaned comfortably on the sofa.

Tang Gongzi's toes shook slightly, and he hummed a little song in his mouth with satisfaction, but there was no next move.

"By the way, Wu Liao, did the humans who attacked you leave any clues?" Tang Gongzi remembered the business after he was full of wine and food.

Wu Liao said without thinking: "For the sake of Ovillia's Leap Forward, I just don't know where they got the news, and I don't know how they ......."

Before Wu Liao could finish speaking, Tang Youcai interrupted Wu Liao's words with a ball-like palm:

"That's right, so they're about the same purpose as me, it's all about advanced technology."

Tang Youcai smacked his lips, as if he was still savoring the aftertaste of the meal.

"In this way, Wu Liao, if I help you find those people, will the armor made by Ovillia be popularized?"

A beam of light flashed in Tang Youcai's eyes, and soon disappeared again, and the cute face smiled at Wu Liao again.

Doesn't this fat man want armor? Wu Liao thought to himself.

Somewhat puzzled, he glanced at the Grim Reaper, and at the Grim Reaper's behest, he nodded and said that everything was negotiable.

Tang Youcai opened the drawer, pretended not to care, took out a fine cigar, and played with it in his hand.

"I've found someone."

Tang Youcai said lightly, without raising his eyelids.

The Grim Reaper was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then immediately rushed over from the window, and the excitement in his words could not be suppressed: "Zhao Jie and Abby, you, you have all found it?" ”

Tang Youcai looked at the Grim Reaper and nodded seriously.

It's not a big room, and the elegant rose gold color fills the room.

The floor was covered with a thick dark checkered rug, and a square conference table was placed in the center of the room, and five or six comfortable airline seats were placed around the table.

Smoke wafted from the teacup on the table, and Jarvis held the cup like a flower, gently picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth, first sniffing, and then drinking it all.

The young man sat beside him, his eyes lingering over the communicator in front of him.

"It's almost time, isn't it?" The young man looked at Jarvis, who was sipping tea on the side, and said with a frown.

Jarvis didn't speak, but picked up the teapot and poured half a cup of fragrant tea, slowly pushing down the young man's side.

"You're always in such a hurry." Jarvis shook his head, he was a typical Westerner, but he drank tea with a bit of verve.

"Orchid fingers, raise a glass lightly, go deep into your throat, stretch your eyebrows, and relieve a thousand sorrows." Jarvis said quietly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although this is a way to drink, it's pretty much the same!" ”

He picked up the teacup and drank it down.

"It's time for us to tell the Grim Reaper where to meet, right?" The young man couldn't resist Jarvis's temperament, so he had to raise the teacup and send it into the roar.

The young man pointed to the hologram and then looked at Jarvis.

Jarvis lifted his injured watch, his eyes squinted, and sure enough, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

This is the time agreed with the Grim Reaper through Zhao Jie's communicator.

Since the Grim Reaper has the ability to summon so many forces, naturally he wouldn't be stupid enough to go to the headquarters of the Hunter Guild and meet that illusory consul, right? Jarvis chuckled at the thought of this.

He reached for the communicator in the young man's hand, and judging by the decoration, it was an object belonging to the Grim Reaper's group.

"Death, death, death." Yalvis' fingers searched the communicator for the name of the Grim Reaper.

"Oh! Got it. He raised the communicator in his hand and waved it twice at the young man before dialing it.

'Tut. Honk. Honk. Honk. The connection sounded.

Jarvis was not arrogant, he switched the communicator to the form of a loudspeaker, and threw it on the table casually.

He had barely raised his teacup when an extremely familiar voice sounded over the communicator.

"Hello?" Death's voice was visibly anxious, and he was finally called back after dialing Zhao Jie and Abby's communicators for a day.

Although he knew that the person on the other end of the communicator was not Zhao Jie, the anxious mood became more and more intense.

"Mr. Death, I said we'd meet again soon." The corners of Jarvis's mouth curled into a smile, and his fingers kept spinning on the celadon teacup.

"Yárvis." Death's voice was grim.

"Give me my people, and I can consider making your death easier."

The Grim Reaper almost gritted his teeth and uttered this, and the anger in his heart was almost irrepressible.

Friends are the only bottom line of death.

The voice of the Grim Reaper fell word for word in the ears of the young man and Jarvis.

The young man clenched his fists, but Jarvis spread his hands out nonchalantly.

"Hahahahaha," Jarvis' feminine voice let out a series of laughs.

"Mr. Death? I didn't expect you to be so humorous. Jarvis gently shook his pale blonde hair, leaned down on the table, and said with interest:

"My purpose is very simple, just two, first, I want to decide on Ovillia's spaceship." He took a sip of fragrant tea, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became hideous.

"Second, I want you all to die."

Before Jarvis could speak, the communicator sounded a message that the communication had been disconnected.

"Yalvis?" The young man stared at the hologram with a panicked expression, calling out in surprise.

Jarvisden's eyes narrowed, and for the first time he fixed his gaze on the picture in front of him.

The picture stays in front of the two red lacquered wooden doors, and the heavily armed Grim Reaper and Wu Liao stand side by side, vigilantly scanning the surrounding environment.

Not far behind them, a slightly larger figure hid behind a street sign on the other side of the street, and the slender street sign could not hide his fat figure at all.

"Don has wealth?" Jarvis muttered thoughtfully.