The familiar Great Flat, it's been almost a full day since Luke killed Candyman, and Patrick is still hesitating.

He knew very well what the master was up to.

Now that he had lost the most important part of his plan, his heart trembled with fear at the thought of the cruel waves contained in the man's calm tone.

At the same time, I can't help but be jealous, why, such a powerful ability is not mine?

After thinking about it for a long time, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he reluctantly picked up the phone on the side and dialed the number in his memory.

"Toot toot. Honk. Toot."

After a long ring, the phone finally came through, and a flat, inaudible voice came, "I hope you bring good news." ”

Patrick swallowed, his voice trembling slightly, "Candyman killed." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, until he thought the other person was about to hang up, and finally another sentence reached his eardrums.

"Got it, I'll take care of it."

The voice was the same as before, calm and indifferent, as if there was no emotion.

Patrick was about to explain something when the phone suddenly hung up, leaving only the same "beep. Toot." sounds.

He held the earpiece and stayed in place for a few seconds, as if he was thinking, as if he was simply in a daze, and then put down the earpiece and walked out.

The other end of the phone.

In the dark room, it was as if no one existed.

Outside, however, there were occasional staccato voices.

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in the air,

"Rubbish! Almost, it's time for the plan to get started. ”

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Half a day passed, and Patrick, who had recovered from his fears, was bored and engaged in social activities, which is his daily routine in his work and life on Wall Street.

Although he had received otherworldly powers from his master, he was ordered by his master to keep the previous trajectory of his life, not to make major changes, and not to attract too much attention.

Moreover, he grew up in this environment since he was a child, a wealthy family, a graduate from a prestigious university, a position in a securities company, everything made him the core of the circle, everyone revolved around him, praised him, and was jealous of her, this feeling made him enjoy and obsess.

A group of people chatted about the topic of unnutritious food, comparing each other with more expensive clothes and whose ties were more tasteful.

A man in the same suit walked into the room, the man's name was Paul, and he was also a well-known rich second generation in their circle.

He walked enthusiastically towards Patrick.

"Hello, Halberstein, the tie is really good, how are you doing?"

Patrick sat on the stool, smiling and nodding slightly.

In fact, Paul mistook him for his colleague, presumably because the two of them were doing the same job with a brand of clothes and glasses.

Paul leaned down as if he were very close, and continued to ask, "How's that deal with Rishan?" ”

Patrick continued with the same well-behaved and confident smile and replied, "Well, everything is fine. ”

Paul continued to greet enthusiastically, as if he were concerned about a close friend, "Really? Interesting, I mean. You didn't say yes, what's wrong? ”

In fact, Patrick had no idea what the business Paul was talking about.

He didn't want to continue the topic and said vaguely, "Uh-huh. You know. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Paul seemed to hear something outside the strings and quickly changed the subject: "So, what about Cecilia?" She's such a good girl. ”

looks like gossip between good buddies.

Patrick continued perfunctorily: "Yes, that's right, I'm lucky. ”

He was already impatient, but he didn't show it at all.

At this moment, two more men walked in the door, and one of them greeted Paul in the same warm tone: "Hey, Alan, congratulations on your business with Flying Fish." ”

Paul straightened up and responded with a smile, "Thank you, but my name is Paul." ”

As he spoke, he took out a metallic silver business card case from his pocket, took out one, handed it to the man who had just come in, and said, "Call us." ”

The man took the business card, glanced at it, put it in his jacket pocket, and asked, "Are you free for Friday night?" ”

Paul shook his head, a little ostentatious, "No, I booked a seat at Dosia's restaurant." ”

After speaking, the social interaction was over, and he walked out with the wind all the way.

The two who had just come in were surprised to discuss.

"Dosiah, Friday, how did he book a place."

"No way, probably bragging."

Seeing that all his limelight was stolen, Patrick was angry, he took out the beautiful business card case from the inner pocket of his jacket, and opened it with one hand, deliberately making a little noise, and drawing people's attention back to him.

The person on the other side just rightly said: "What is this?" ”

He pulled out a business card, placed it on the table, and slid across it.

"How about a new business card?"

The eyes of several people were all attracted and praised: "Great! ”

Patrick leaned back triumphantly in his chair, "It was just printed yesterday." ”

Then he emphasized: "Reasonable color matching, this is the key." ”

Subsequently, a colleague on the other side also took out his business card, compared it with him, and was complacent.

But Patrick completely disdains his business card and only laughs at it in his heart.

Later, several more people showed their business cards, and Patrick also praised them on the surface and disdained them inwardly.

He suddenly remembered Paul, who had just left, and gave a business card to his colleague opposite.

When the man was here, he easily stole the limelight.

He wanted to use the contrast of business cards to put Paul down.

So he deliberately mentioned Paul: "Let's see how Paul's business card is." ”

The colleague who had just exchanged pleasantries with Paul didn't think much of it, took the business card out of his pocket, pointed it at him, and handed it to him.

Patrick looked over and froze.

The delicate white color scheme, tasteful connotation, and faint watermark make Patrick ashamed of himself.

He took the business card, stared at the design on it, his hand trembled slightly, as if he had lost his strength, and the business card in his hand fell directly.

The colleague next to him asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong with this business card?" You're sweating a lot. ”

Patrick's face was ugly and he didn't say a word.

The heart is surging.

"Why! Why! Why! ”

easily stole the limelight from him, booked a restaurant he couldn't ask for, and even pressed him on the business card he valued the most.

Jealousy spread unrestrainedly in his heart.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The uncontrollable killing intent began to swell, occupying the entire heart.

Scratching my head, I am worried about writing too much as I write about my daily life, for fear that you will say that I am water and do not like to read.

But it's not the same thing to always kill and kill~

Always, expose the villain thoroughly first.

Chapter 65 I released him, Patrick + securities company + business card control, no one even guessed (or no one wanted to guess at all?). ）。。。

In short, I'm afraid it's too cool.

(End of chapter)