Lying on the sofa in the living room, closing your eyes and sleeping, listening to the pulsation of the self-ringing bell, Li Zaian didn't feel sleepy at all
He was preparing to find a way to sneak out of Morio after dawn and return to the 25th block of Chinatown, where several of his comrades were smuggled from the country. For his future career, he needed the help of these people
Time passed by minute by minute. When the bell rang at four o'clock, Li Zaian, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, heard a slight sound from the bedroom door, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.
Paul, maybe it's time for us to leave Morio. Manoro, who came out of the bedroom, had blood red eyes, his fat cheeks trembled frequently. When he spoke, there was obvious gasp in his tone.
Li Zaian turned over from the sofa and sat up. He saw two black-skinned password boxes in his hand.
Manoro handed a code box to Li Zaian and said: Now Morio is no longer the Morio I am familiar with. It is full of traitors and vampires. I have to leave here. I have contacted a ship just now. A trustworthy friend will send me to Argentina. I need you to escort me over. There is a million dollars in the box. You send me to Buenos Aires. When you get there, I will pay you another million. How about it?
The password box was heavy, Li Zaian took it, put it aside, looked up and silently looked at Manoro in front of him.
I know one million is not much, but you have to understand that I just came out of prison and the cash on hand is very limited. Manoro obviously misunderstood what he meant. After a twitching corner of his mouth, he said, "But I still have a few deposits in the American Bank in Argentina. I promise you that as long as I arrive in Buenos Aires, I can pay you more."
Momoa, I do need this money very much, but I won't send you to Argentina. Li Zaian turned his head and opened the box to look at the box of dollar bills inside. He said coldly, "It's not that I don't want to go, but that I can't do it. I have reason to believe that the traitors, vampires, and people like Congressman Betheron will never give you the chance to leave Sao Paulo alive."
Manoro had long lost his room. He seemed to have not realized this problem. He blinked his blood-red eyes and was stunned for a while. Then, the code box in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. He fell on the sofa like a deflated ball.
What should I do? What should I do... Holding my face with both hands, Manoro had long lost the aura she had last night. He was now a cowardly soft egg, shrouded in the shadow of death, and his thin transparent egg skin was vulnerable.
Li Zaian believes that when Manoro started his business, he must have been a cruel and decisive person, otherwise he would not have been today.
But the problem is that over the past few years, he has developed and rich. The bank deposits are enough for him to have a lifetime of joy. Therefore, he also feels that life is beautiful. At the critical moment of life and death, he will think of retreating more than trying hard.
Momoma, you only have one way to go now, and that is the Jedi counterattack. Li Zai'an sighed, slowed down his cold expression and said, "You have to remember that you are "Momoma", and this is Morio
So what? Manoro waved his two fat hands and roared madly, "How much do you know about this damn place?" I tell you, in this damn slum, everyone worships powerful people. When I have this strength, I am the "Momoeba" in people's eyes. When I don't have this strength, I am the plumber who had nothing at the time."
You are right, Li Zaian said calmly, "Do you still have that strength now?"
No, nothing, the fat on Manoro's face twitched in pain, shook his head and said, "If there is Bethelon's support, I still have confidence to clear those restless guys, but you also know that Bethelon has the confidence now. He is no longer afraid of the evidence in my hands. I can be sure that his confidence comes from the current situation of Morio. Those restless guys must have had some kind of tacit understanding with him. Everything is over. I thought too naive in prison at the beginning, and I thought I could easily grasp the overall situation. Now...
Speaking of this, Manoro paused, licked his lips and said in a very discouraged tone: Do you know what Barcelona said to me? He told me that only returning to prison obediently is my only choice now...
Well, Momoa, we must admit that the current situation is very bad for you. Li Zai'an interrupted him, looked at him and said, "Then I'll ask you again, did Betheron want to get rid of you until today? Or did he want to kill you a few years ago?"
Of course he had long wished that I would die, Manoro gasped and said, "Because I'm alive for one day, he can't sleep well all day, I have his Achilles heel in my hand, that's the nightmare of a hypocrite like him."
Then why didn't he kill you at that time? Li Zaian asked calmly, but he had to wait until this time?
What else can be done, of course, because he was not sure. Manoro was a little impatient. He dragged the box on the ground and held it tightly in his arms, saying, As long as Morio is in my hands, he will be worried about the consequences of getting rid of me. After all, he cannot flatten the entire Morio in one fell swoop. But now, as long as Betheron kills me, Morio will immediately fall into the hands of a traitor. I have no chance.
So do you think, do you think there is no one around you who can trust? Li Zaian turned his hand and looked at the back of his hand, saying, "Bales, Semon, aren't they worthy of trust?"
Paul, if it were tonight, I might say that Bares, Semon could still trust, but now... I suspect that the reason they rescued me from prison was just to get the evidence I had. Manoro hesitated for a moment and said in pain
Li Zaian smiled inadvertently. He finally understood why Manoro lost all confidence after meeting Betheron. He felt that he had doubts about the reason why he was able to escape from prison this time.
But if you think about it carefully, this possibility is not lacking, especially for a frightened bird, it is normal to have some doubts in this way.
What's more, even if Bales and Semon are loyal to me, it's useless. Manoro continued, they don't have much power in Morio, and even if they add up, they are not Amaru's opponents.
Amaru, that is to say, the most suspicious person now is Amaru. Li Zai'an said in his tone, why don't you get rid of him first?
Get rid of him? Of course I want to get rid of him, Manoro gritted his teeth and said, but this matter is far from as simple as imagined. Amaru has actually taken over the power of the organization in the past two years. Marquez and Almenate have all become the lackeys of that guy. If Betheron has supported him, I still hope to get rid of them, but now Betheron has turned to support Amaru, and I have no chance at all
Momoma, I think you underestimate your strength too much. Li Zaian smiled and said, "Did you forget the scene when you returned to Morio last night? At least those who rushed to the streets support you, there is no doubt about this."
What's the use of those people? They're just a group of minions. They can never change the overall situation. Manoro hugged the code box in his arms and said disapprovingly.
Born in distress, die in peace
This is really wrong. After experiencing all the past changes and having enough wealth to eat, drink and have fun for the rest of his life, Manoro now has no aura. He probably has forgotten the fundamental purpose of engaging in water and electricity in the slum of Morio and winning people's hearts.
They are indeed just a group of minions, and in most cases they cannot change the overall situation, but the so-called most situations do not refer to the current situation. Li Zaian patiently explained to him that the purpose is just to inspire his fighting spirit. Momoa, you cannot forget that the power of you and the people around you are all based on these minions. The weapons are in their hands. Only when they are critical can they truly decide everything.
You...What do you mean? Manoro was silent for a while, probably calmed down a little, and recalled some of his purpose of winning people's hearts in Morio.
I have an idea, Li Zaian pondered, maybe it can help you reverse the current unfavorable situation, and even successfully eliminate Amaru and help you regain the overall situation of Morio
Manoro's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again. He took a breath and asked in a not sure tone: Tell me what you think, if it is indeed feasible, I will accept your suggestions.
Now, we need a rumor, a rumor that can make the whole Morio people swell. Li Zaian smiled coldly and said expressionlessly, for example, the owner of the Morio land is preparing to drive out all the residents of Morio and carry out commercial development of this land...
Are you crazy? How could anyone believe such rumors? Before he could finish, Manoro opposed it, not to mention that this would only anger Barcelona even more. You must know that Morio's land belongs to his wife Coria Maia, and is one of the ancestral properties passed down by her family for hundreds of years.
Betheron's wife? Li Zai'an was stunned and asked subconsciously
You've seen it, Manoro said impatiently
The charming woman lying on the sofa quickly flashed through Li Zaian'an's mind. She really didn't expect that she was Betheron's wife, and the land where the Morio slum was actually her property - this was a really unexpected surprise.
Do you still have to worry about angering Betheron? The expression on your face has not changed at all, and Li Zaian hid his emotions well
Even if you don’t consider Betheron’s factor, no one will believe such rumors. You should know that Morio has existed for nearly fifty years. How is it possible to live in a slum that has lived in tens of thousands of people... Manoro shook his head and said
As long as it is a rumor, someone will believe it. Li Zaian snorted coldly and said, not to mention that if this rumor involves an insider, someone will be even more willing to believe it. If a TV station confirms the rumor when the whole of Morio is skeptical about it, what will happen?
TV station? Manoro obviously thought of something. His fat face suddenly turned purple and red. The fat hands holding the password box couldn't help but start to tremble.
Manoro realized Li Zaian's plan. He felt that if he did this, he might have a chance to turn the tables.
He was preparing to find a way to sneak out of Morio after dawn and return to the 25th block of Chinatown, where several of his comrades were smuggled from the country. For his future career, he needed the help of these people
Time passed by minute by minute. When the bell rang at four o'clock, Li Zaian, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, heard a slight sound from the bedroom door, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.
Paul, maybe it's time for us to leave Morio. Manoro, who came out of the bedroom, had blood red eyes, his fat cheeks trembled frequently. When he spoke, there was obvious gasp in his tone.
Li Zaian turned over from the sofa and sat up. He saw two black-skinned password boxes in his hand.
Manoro handed a code box to Li Zaian and said: Now Morio is no longer the Morio I am familiar with. It is full of traitors and vampires. I have to leave here. I have contacted a ship just now. A trustworthy friend will send me to Argentina. I need you to escort me over. There is a million dollars in the box. You send me to Buenos Aires. When you get there, I will pay you another million. How about it?
The password box was heavy, Li Zaian took it, put it aside, looked up and silently looked at Manoro in front of him.
I know one million is not much, but you have to understand that I just came out of prison and the cash on hand is very limited. Manoro obviously misunderstood what he meant. After a twitching corner of his mouth, he said, "But I still have a few deposits in the American Bank in Argentina. I promise you that as long as I arrive in Buenos Aires, I can pay you more."
Momoa, I do need this money very much, but I won't send you to Argentina. Li Zaian turned his head and opened the box to look at the box of dollar bills inside. He said coldly, "It's not that I don't want to go, but that I can't do it. I have reason to believe that the traitors, vampires, and people like Congressman Betheron will never give you the chance to leave Sao Paulo alive."
Manoro had long lost his room. He seemed to have not realized this problem. He blinked his blood-red eyes and was stunned for a while. Then, the code box in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. He fell on the sofa like a deflated ball.
What should I do? What should I do... Holding my face with both hands, Manoro had long lost the aura she had last night. He was now a cowardly soft egg, shrouded in the shadow of death, and his thin transparent egg skin was vulnerable.
Li Zaian believes that when Manoro started his business, he must have been a cruel and decisive person, otherwise he would not have been today.
But the problem is that over the past few years, he has developed and rich. The bank deposits are enough for him to have a lifetime of joy. Therefore, he also feels that life is beautiful. At the critical moment of life and death, he will think of retreating more than trying hard.
Momoma, you only have one way to go now, and that is the Jedi counterattack. Li Zai'an sighed, slowed down his cold expression and said, "You have to remember that you are "Momoma", and this is Morio
So what? Manoro waved his two fat hands and roared madly, "How much do you know about this damn place?" I tell you, in this damn slum, everyone worships powerful people. When I have this strength, I am the "Momoeba" in people's eyes. When I don't have this strength, I am the plumber who had nothing at the time."
You are right, Li Zaian said calmly, "Do you still have that strength now?"
No, nothing, the fat on Manoro's face twitched in pain, shook his head and said, "If there is Bethelon's support, I still have confidence to clear those restless guys, but you also know that Bethelon has the confidence now. He is no longer afraid of the evidence in my hands. I can be sure that his confidence comes from the current situation of Morio. Those restless guys must have had some kind of tacit understanding with him. Everything is over. I thought too naive in prison at the beginning, and I thought I could easily grasp the overall situation. Now...
Speaking of this, Manoro paused, licked his lips and said in a very discouraged tone: Do you know what Barcelona said to me? He told me that only returning to prison obediently is my only choice now...
Well, Momoa, we must admit that the current situation is very bad for you. Li Zai'an interrupted him, looked at him and said, "Then I'll ask you again, did Betheron want to get rid of you until today? Or did he want to kill you a few years ago?"
Of course he had long wished that I would die, Manoro gasped and said, "Because I'm alive for one day, he can't sleep well all day, I have his Achilles heel in my hand, that's the nightmare of a hypocrite like him."
Then why didn't he kill you at that time? Li Zaian asked calmly, but he had to wait until this time?
What else can be done, of course, because he was not sure. Manoro was a little impatient. He dragged the box on the ground and held it tightly in his arms, saying, As long as Morio is in my hands, he will be worried about the consequences of getting rid of me. After all, he cannot flatten the entire Morio in one fell swoop. But now, as long as Betheron kills me, Morio will immediately fall into the hands of a traitor. I have no chance.
So do you think, do you think there is no one around you who can trust? Li Zaian turned his hand and looked at the back of his hand, saying, "Bales, Semon, aren't they worthy of trust?"
Paul, if it were tonight, I might say that Bares, Semon could still trust, but now... I suspect that the reason they rescued me from prison was just to get the evidence I had. Manoro hesitated for a moment and said in pain
Li Zaian smiled inadvertently. He finally understood why Manoro lost all confidence after meeting Betheron. He felt that he had doubts about the reason why he was able to escape from prison this time.
But if you think about it carefully, this possibility is not lacking, especially for a frightened bird, it is normal to have some doubts in this way.
What's more, even if Bales and Semon are loyal to me, it's useless. Manoro continued, they don't have much power in Morio, and even if they add up, they are not Amaru's opponents.
Amaru, that is to say, the most suspicious person now is Amaru. Li Zai'an said in his tone, why don't you get rid of him first?
Get rid of him? Of course I want to get rid of him, Manoro gritted his teeth and said, but this matter is far from as simple as imagined. Amaru has actually taken over the power of the organization in the past two years. Marquez and Almenate have all become the lackeys of that guy. If Betheron has supported him, I still hope to get rid of them, but now Betheron has turned to support Amaru, and I have no chance at all
Momoma, I think you underestimate your strength too much. Li Zaian smiled and said, "Did you forget the scene when you returned to Morio last night? At least those who rushed to the streets support you, there is no doubt about this."
What's the use of those people? They're just a group of minions. They can never change the overall situation. Manoro hugged the code box in his arms and said disapprovingly.
Born in distress, die in peace
This is really wrong. After experiencing all the past changes and having enough wealth to eat, drink and have fun for the rest of his life, Manoro now has no aura. He probably has forgotten the fundamental purpose of engaging in water and electricity in the slum of Morio and winning people's hearts.
They are indeed just a group of minions, and in most cases they cannot change the overall situation, but the so-called most situations do not refer to the current situation. Li Zaian patiently explained to him that the purpose is just to inspire his fighting spirit. Momoa, you cannot forget that the power of you and the people around you are all based on these minions. The weapons are in their hands. Only when they are critical can they truly decide everything.
You...What do you mean? Manoro was silent for a while, probably calmed down a little, and recalled some of his purpose of winning people's hearts in Morio.
I have an idea, Li Zaian pondered, maybe it can help you reverse the current unfavorable situation, and even successfully eliminate Amaru and help you regain the overall situation of Morio
Manoro's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again. He took a breath and asked in a not sure tone: Tell me what you think, if it is indeed feasible, I will accept your suggestions.
Now, we need a rumor, a rumor that can make the whole Morio people swell. Li Zaian smiled coldly and said expressionlessly, for example, the owner of the Morio land is preparing to drive out all the residents of Morio and carry out commercial development of this land...
Are you crazy? How could anyone believe such rumors? Before he could finish, Manoro opposed it, not to mention that this would only anger Barcelona even more. You must know that Morio's land belongs to his wife Coria Maia, and is one of the ancestral properties passed down by her family for hundreds of years.
Betheron's wife? Li Zai'an was stunned and asked subconsciously
You've seen it, Manoro said impatiently
The charming woman lying on the sofa quickly flashed through Li Zaian'an's mind. She really didn't expect that she was Betheron's wife, and the land where the Morio slum was actually her property - this was a really unexpected surprise.
Do you still have to worry about angering Betheron? The expression on your face has not changed at all, and Li Zaian hid his emotions well
Even if you don’t consider Betheron’s factor, no one will believe such rumors. You should know that Morio has existed for nearly fifty years. How is it possible to live in a slum that has lived in tens of thousands of people... Manoro shook his head and said
As long as it is a rumor, someone will believe it. Li Zaian snorted coldly and said, not to mention that if this rumor involves an insider, someone will be even more willing to believe it. If a TV station confirms the rumor when the whole of Morio is skeptical about it, what will happen?
TV station? Manoro obviously thought of something. His fat face suddenly turned purple and red. The fat hands holding the password box couldn't help but start to tremble.
Manoro realized Li Zaian's plan. He felt that if he did this, he might have a chance to turn the tables.
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