With a thud, Sinclair's waist slammed against something hard, causing him to grin in pain.

"Has your waist been cut off...... Flat down, head about to finish, goodbye, Aurora-huh? I'm not dead?"

Dellok and the rest of the thugs were dumbfounded. Beneath Sinclair, a thick layer of ice, the sharp meat grinder tip spun in vain, but could not cut through it.

Everyone, including Sinclair, had a hellish look on their faces.

"This ...... Where did this ice come from?"

There was a burst of unbridled laughter from the windowsill of the ventilation port of the factory, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

There sat a huge red-haired slow loris, well, no, a short man of one meter six, wearing a pair of oversized black-rimmed glasses, and looking like a student.

"Scum," said the little man, swaggering, "let you know I'...... No, Lao Tzu is amazing!

The leader of the thugs said angrily: "Where did the rats come from!"

"Dignitaries, scumbags, you don't know what a powerful being you are facing, I ...... No, I'm going to be—huh!"

The little man, perhaps feeling that he was not imposing when he sat down, stood up decisively, and then, hitting his head against the window frame, fell upside down.

Below is the meat grinder inlet!

At this moment, from the ice beneath Sinclair, a twisted and winding tree suddenly rose from the condensed ice, supporting him steadily.

The leader of the thugs was nervous: "Ice Mage? Instantaneous Magister level?"

The little man was furious: "How dare you see Lao Tzu lose face? I, Wilde, will never let you go!"

A thug next to him obviously didn't know how terrible the opponent was, and sneered: "The monkey is diving, it's really a girl's eyes, everyone has come to see it, it's good-looking, it's so ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, the ground quickly condensed with frost, followed by a click, and the frost climbed all the way up his legs, covering him with layers of ice flakes like fish scales.

He cried out in fear, "Ahhhh

The screaming lasted only half a second before it stopped abruptly, and he turned into a crystal clear ice sculpture.

A shadow of a flower.

Wilde pounced with a long afterimage and a sharp knee in the air.

There was a crunch click, and the thug's head turned into a pile of pink ice crystal powder, splashing in all directions.

Wilde took advantage of the blow and returned to his original position.

At this time, the whistling wind that broke through the air of his body had just sounded.

Wilde's smirk rang out at the same time: "Scumbags, look at my mouth!

Then, he smiled toothy at Sinclair, who was lying on the ice sheet, "How long are you going to lie down?"

Sinclair shuddered and stood up, "You, you're—"

Wilde...... Uh, Wilde of the Cult of the Illuminati!"

Dai Luo quickly calmed down and forced a smile: "It turned out to be an adult of the Holy Sect, that guy just now offended his dignity and died innocently, I don't know if you are here, what advice do you have?"

Wilde was unequivocal and pointed at Sinclair: "Take him away, and then seal your factory." ”

"Yourself?"

"Need a lot of people?"

Sinclair said indignantly: "Lord Wilde, be careful, this black-hearted factory has raised a lot of thugs!"

"A little more, and I can have a good time. ”

"But, but ......"

"But I ...... Lao Tzu didn't come this time to kill people, where is the place where they make black-hearted sausages?"

"A lot. Here is one of them. ”

"Lead the way, don't let these scum ruin the evidence, come, go over there, stay away from me. ”

As he spoke, Wilde grinned and slapped the meat grinder: "Freeze up." ”

There was a click, and the huge ice cube quickly took shape, freezing the meat grinder.

Dellok was shocked: "Danger!"

The meat grinder is running at full speed, once the cutter head is frozen, the transmission shaft will definitely be broken, the magic energy output at the other end of the transmission shaft must be messed up, once the power furnace explodes, there is no pressure to overturn half of the plant!

Is this magician stupid?!

Wilde didn't look back, snapping his fingers in a dashing manner.

The ice flower blooms and freezes the power furnace that the flames have broken through the cracks along with the flames inside.

Dellok's exclamation was also frozen in his throat.

When did we offend such a guy? It can't be that he eats his family, does it? Damn!

But you think you can get everything done if you can fight? It's naïve! It's money that determines how the world works!

It's kind of you tear down the factory and see who dies in the end!

And the students and nerds who are besieging the factory, let's see, let's make trouble, let's make trouble, the bigger the trouble, the better!

Outside the high walls, a shrill siren sounded, and the police arrived.

That afternoon, Isabella hurried to George: "George, have you heard about what happened this morning in the main city of Jagenk?"

George was talking to Hickstu when he heard her ask, and replied, "I heard a little rumor, I don't know if it's the same thing as what you said—the police went out on the streets to arrest people and arrested more than thirty students who were besieging the Weitqi meat factory." ”

"This is it. Are you—the ones behind this?"

"Of course not, it's too late. However, it has a little to do with us. ”

Hickstu explains: "Jagenke has a long history of food hygiene, and many people are disgruntled. But Jaganke has taken the approach of protecting big business and suppressing public opinion. The students' actions were a catharsis of their frustration. However, this kind of direct confrontation with the big conglomerates and the city hall is quite unwise. We don't want to get involved. ”

George added: "We did get information that the students were going to be moving, but we think their actions were just. This was sparked by Mr. Sinclair's book The Slaughterhouse, and Lord Hiksto, and I, sent Wilde and several other capable men to Jacques to protect them. This has nothing to do with the students' siege. ”

Isabella asked, "Then why are you going to protect Sinclair, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the big corporations?"

"I certainly don't mind playing the messenger of justice if it's in our favor. This event will be a good opportunity to turn the tide in one fell swoop. ”

"If you have something to say, please speak up. ”

"The secrets of the Psychic Hive were leaked to Lustford by Georgina, and this is our greatest danger right now. So, we've got to find something for Luxford to do, so that he doesn't get too busy to get into trouble with us. It just so happened that the students' actions gave us a chance. The big conglomerates will definitely not admit defeat because of the protests of a few students, and they will inevitably fight back wildly. The situation is bound to continue to expand, and Rushford, who cares about his governorship, must make a choice between the profits of the big business and the voice of justice. ”

Hickstu smiled: "The great writer Sinclair is really a treasure given to us by the gods of light and darkness, and his arms are better than 100,000 knives and guns." We might as well cheer him on. ”

Isabella said: "We bought Stamford Floating Island and built a factory, strictly speaking, we are also wealthy, why do you choose to side with the students and the public?"

"Jagenke's upheaval is just around the corner. Now, it's a good opportunity for us to step in. The big conglomerates don't look down on us, and we don't have a choice. If we do it well, we will be the third force that can influence Jacque's policy. Beihai will become the true stronghold of the Protestant Cult of the Illuminati and the Cult of the Dark God. ”

"It's a conspiracy again. ”

"No, it's a stratagem. ”

"Well, last question, where did Duck go?"

"He's now the owner of Stamford Floating Island, and he's busy making lunch boxes to generate income. ”

Isabella didn't believe it: "Just making a boxed lunch?"

George was firm: "It's just a boxed lunch." ”