Let them offer their loyalty

"Well... okay, she looks pretty good, but I guess she won't be able to play with me for long."

Hearing the other party's almost naked words, Iris's body couldn't help but tremble.

"According to Master Srka's way of playing, this sickly person probably won't last a month."

The gang member laughed when he heard that, and didn't care about the girl's life or death at all.

He remembered very clearly what the sex dolls he had brought to Master Sirka had become in the end...only one in ten could survive.

I just hope this sickly guy can look like a human being in the end.

He glanced at Iris, but there was no mercy in his eyes.

As if she had anticipated her own fate, Iris lowered her head, seemingly trying to escape reality.

In this case, there is almost no room for reversal.

Iris knew very well the fate of sex dolls, and had seen the almost lifeless eyes of abandoned sex dolls.

——I will become like them...

The girl couldn't help but think of the stories she had read, where the tragic heroine met her true love in times of crisis.

She had not read many books, and perhaps that story brought a glimmer of hope to her originally lifeless life. Elise was deeply impressed by the story.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Iris knew very well that that was impossible for her.

How could she expect to...

--boom!

The door of the room was kicked open forcefully.

Everyone in the room was startled, and the leading gang member subconsciously pulled out his gun.

The next moment, they heard the slightly sarcastic voice.

"Do you mind having one more person at the table?"

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PS:

This is a pure and happy story without any poison or harem, so there is no need to worry about any Minotaur plot.

Chapter 15 It's You, Mr. Jonas

The sudden change made everyone present unable to react. The leading gang member looked at the young man who broke in from the gate in a daze, his mind going blank.

After a moment, he seemed to come to his senses and started to curse:

"Who are you? Who let you in? You know this place...!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man called Master Srka interrupted him with a gloomy face, and said in front of the gang leader's surprised eyes:

"Jonas Wettin, why are you here..?"

He was very familiar with this face, or rather, the surname Wei Ting was well-known to everyone in District 26.

The Weiting Group is a larger group than the Bond Group behind him. Although he doesn't know why the other party appears here, he dare not offend the young man in front of him easily.

"I just wanted to walk around, but I didn't expect to hear something interesting."

Jonas laughed and looked at the purple-haired girl curled up on the ground. The moment she met Jonas' eyes, she withdrew her gaze like a frightened rabbit, lowered her head and dared not look him in the face.

"The Bond Group is actually still involved in human trafficking?"

Hearing this, Sirka's face became even gloomier.

Naturally, he would not believe the other party's obvious and undisguised lie, not to mention that Jonas's second half of the sentence had already revealed his original purpose.

——He came here just for himself.

After realizing this, Sirka stopped arguing with the other party and said with a sneer:

"Stop pretending Jonas, what do you want to do?"

The gang leader nearby realized the man's identity after hearing how Sirka addressed him, and couldn't help but feel a little scared for his impulsive behavior.

He was well aware of the weight of the name Weiting Group. A small gang leader who controlled Red Street could be easily crushed to death by the other party with just one finger.

He did not dare to intervene in the conversation between the two and just stood there silently without saying a word, feeling somewhat miserable in his heart.

Originally, he just wanted to please the second young master of the Bond Group, but who would have thought that he would be involved in the confrontation between the heirs of these groups.

Jonas sat on the sofa opposite to Sirka very naturally and spoke slowly:

"It's not what I want to do, Mr. Silka, you have to figure out what you are doing."

Having said this, he placed his hands on the table, stared into Sirka's eyes, and spoke word by word:

"According to Article 321 of the Security Bureau Constitution, individuals are not allowed to privately transform and sell sex dolls. Violators may be sentenced to more than ten years in prison."

As Jonas spoke, he glanced at the gang leader standing next to Sirka, who felt a chill down his spine, and Jonas' next words made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave.

He took out a small chip and said:

"I have recorded all the relevant evidence and the transaction process. If this video is circulated to the peacekeeping forces, what will they do?"

Upon hearing this, Sirka's expression became even uglier.

This kind of thing is just a small trouble for the Bond Consortium. Even if this document is circulated to the peacekeeping force, it will not cause any waves. After all, such things are not uncommon, and the peacekeeping force has no need to offend the Bond Consortium for these things.

But if the Weiting Group adds fuel to the fire, this will not be a small trouble.

Countless media reports will cover this scandal extensively, and the peacekeeping forces will be forced to intervene and investigate the matter under pressure.

The Bond Consortium will lose a lot of resources because of this incident, and Skarr, as the instigator, may completely lose his competitiveness as an heir.

Obviously, this is a naked threat.

"I don't believe that your Weiting Consortium is so clean."

Sirka gritted his teeth and spoke reluctantly.

Jonas smiled when he heard this, and his smile seemed a little ironic.

"I do not deny."

Sirka took a deep breath and said:

"what do you want?"

He knew very well that if the other party did not want to get something from him, it would be impossible for him to lurk around him for so long.

In other words, the current situation is not that bad. At least, there is still a chance for negotiation.

"Mr. Silka should know about the things in the Alte neighborhood."

Sirka frowned: "I know, so what?"

"As you know, the Weiting Consortium has been troubled recently because of the events of the Destiny Organization."

Jonas said this with a somewhat regretful tone:

"And as far as I know, there should be a trading relationship between the Bond Consortium and the Destiny Organization."

When Sirka heard this, his pupils shrank. He never thought that the other party would know such a thing.

His subconscious reaction was that there was a mole in the company.

After reacting, he pretended to be calm and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mr. Silka, don't be in a hurry to deny it. You should know that if I dare to say such a thing, I must have the evidence."

Jonas spoke slowly and calmly, but his narration put considerable pressure on Sirka.

"I don't care about the content of the deal between you two. I am willing to believe that the Bond Consortium was not involved in the riot in the Alte district."

He raised his head and looked into Sirka's eyes:

"But the Bond Consortium should be well aware that getting involved in this matter at this time is not a good thing."

Sirka's expression was a little ugly. After a long while, he seemed to have made a decision and said:

"I understand."

He already knew exactly what Jonas was here for. The other party wanted the Bond Consortium to cut off the trading supply chain between the Destiny organizations.

"Pleasant to work with."

Hearing this, Jonas laughed, then he stood up, glanced at the girl curled up beside him, and said:

"Besides, it's okay for me to take this girl away, right?"

As if she heard Jonas' words, the purple-haired girl shrank back.

After this happened, Sirka had no intention of continuing and waved his hand without stopping the other party.

Eiffel, who was standing behind Jonas, saw this and looked at Jonas with a strange expression.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart.

——This is the real purpose of the drunkard...

You are indeed like that, Mr. Jonas.

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Chapter 16: Jonas, the Strategy Maniac

The focus of their conversation shifted to the conflict between the Weting Consortium and the Bond Group. No one could have imagined that Mr. Jonas's real purpose was for the inconspicuous purple-haired girl in the corner.

After all, once his true thoughts were exposed, given Silka Bond's suspicious character, it might not be as easy as it is now to take Miss Elise away.

After all, if Miss Elise didn't have any secrets, Jonas wouldn't have gone to so much trouble just to take her away.

Eiffel suddenly remembered something Jonas had once said to her.

——The first thing a good hunter must learn is to hide his thoughts.

Looking at the black-haired young man sitting in the back seat of the car, Eiffel felt that he was increasingly unable to guess what he was thinking.

Eiffel retracted his gaze and turned his attention to the purple-haired girl beside him.

The girl's timid expression was like that of a little animal that was afraid of being hurt. Eiffel really couldn't connect her with the hacker genius that Jonas had mentioned.

The girl seemed to be a little afraid of the unfamiliar environment and kept curling up in the corner.

From time to time, she glanced at Jonas beside her, but when he made any unusual movements, she would quickly look away and lower her head, looking like an ostrich.

As if he could see the girl's nervousness, Jonas spoke calmly:

"Don't be nervous, Miss Elise. I won't do anything to you."

I wanted to dispel the girl's vigilance, but she became flustered after hearing this. She raised her head and said in a somewhat bewildered manner:

"Yes, did I do something wrong?"

Seeing this, Jonas didn't know how to react. Looking at the overly sensitive girl, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

The lack of Jonas's answer seemed to further confirm the girl's thoughts.

She was completely flustered and stammered, trying to win back the young man's impression:

"Please don't hit me, I will correct myself..."

Before she finished her words, the expected insults and beatings did not occur, and Iris felt a hand touching her head.

"No one will hit you anymore."

The feeling of warmth in the palm of her hand, this long-lost warmth made Iris stunned. She was speechless for a long time. She hummed softly and lowered her head.

The car was driving slowly, and the pedestrians and buildings around it kept receding.