Warwick the Godfather of Terra

As for what to do after seeing Warwick, she hadn't figured it out.

Although she planned to play in the water and see the sea.

But the day hasn’t come yet!

For both Dosoles and Xiosta, it was not the right time.

Looking at Charmander frowning and thinking, Warwick thought about it.

Carrying Ifrit on his back, the werewolf took her to a market in Zaun where the infected people spontaneously formed a market.

Of course, it is called a market, but it is actually an extra-large flea market.

Because the Zaun government has very broad jurisdiction and basically doesn't care about anything, the infected people who came to Zaun found a place by themselves. At first they engaged in barter transactions, and later they turned it into market sales.

The market where they are now was actually the police center of Chernobyl. It was once full of military and police officers who were arresting infected people, and the security was tight.

It is a nightmare place for the infected.

However, now, the whole square was burned to ashes by a kind-hearted and generous sister Draco.

Now, there are infected people setting up stalls everywhere.

Zaun does not issue its own currency, and does not even have its own bank, so the government does not collect taxes. It just needs you to stay out of trouble, even if it is the Patriot team selling Originium bombs.

Different from the established market in Longmen, people here do not have fixed stalls, and the things on display are also bizarre.

The little fire dragon riding on the werewolf's head looked left and right, feeling very curious.

What made her feel even more comfortable was that no one around here would look at her with hostility.

The werewolf took Ifrit around in a circle patiently.

The little fire dragon also changed from its usual noisy behavior, and quietly lay on the werewolf's head with its little face propped up. Her pupils became as warm as Hemer's, and her previous brutality, ferocity, and impatience seemed to have disappeared.

Carrying this cheap child that was forced upon him, Warwick walked around and around.

Finally, Ifrit pulled the werewolf's ears.

"I, I want that."

A whispering voice came from my ear.

Charmander rarely used honorifics.

Pointing at something on a stall nearby, the werewolf looked down.

This sight stunned him.

The stall owner was also stunned.

"You are, the security guard!"

Snow Pheasant put down the coin purse she was mending and looked at Warwick with shining eyes.

"Xuezhi, you are now the chief engineer, why are you still selling things on the street?"

Looking at the little snow chicken in front of him, the werewolf frowned.

The child in front of him was one he personally sent to his goddaughter's place, and he was deeply impressed by him.

He knew that the child had been through hard times and was very motivated, so he specifically reminded his goddaughter to give him more support.

But now looking at this kid setting up a stall...

The werewolf didn't feel that Snow Pheasant looked like it had been taken care of by Lin Yuxia.

The little snow chicken looked at Warwick in front of him and immediately stood up with a red face.

"Ah, I'm on vacation lately."

The little mouse was almost scared to death by the frantic way the little snow pheasant worked some time ago, so there was nothing he could do, so he forced the little mouse to take a month's paid leave.

Anyway, Zaun Technology is currently researching other things and has no time to develop new technologies.

Of course, the main reason is that the werewolf ran away and there was no time to pick up junk.

So, Xuezhi, who had some free time, thought about it and decided to go to the newly opened Zaan to take a look.

But this child might be like Croissant, and in the previous life the two of them teamed up to urinate into the wine jug of the God of Wealth.

She had just arrived in Zaun, and this time she didn't lose her wallet.

But the money was lost.

I don’t know which clever thief stole all the Longmen coins in her wallet and was kind enough to leave some change for her.

So, the little snow chicken had to do research here and sell some scraps in his luggage to collect some money for the trip back to Longmen.

After listening to Snow Pheasant's explanation, the werewolf was about to cry.

This child is so miserable.

He reached out and took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Xuezhi.

"I'll take care of the things on your stall. You can go back first and don't waste time."

Xuezhi quickly took the money and thanked him profusely.

The security guard is such a nice guy.

Looking at Warwick, Snow Pheasant thought.

"Is everything going well at the company recently?"

Looking at the snow chicken packing up and getting ready to leave, the werewolf asked.

I don’t know what’s going on recently, my goddaughter hasn’t called me.

And he didn't return to Longmen either.

"The company has recently been dealing with cooperation with Rhodes Island and the opening of a branch in Zaun."

Snow Pheasant spoke as he lowered his head to clean up.

"Secretary Lin has gone to receive training from the boss, and all of our technicians except those on duty are on holiday."

After packing up, the Snow Pheasant raised his head.

I saw Ifrit happily playing with the candy jar.

And Warwick with a look of shock on his face.

"boss?"

I'm her fucking boss!

Where did you go for training?

The werewolf was confused.

At this time, in the Rat King's home, Lin Yuxia was applying hot compress on the Rat King's head with an embarrassed look on her face.

A big red slap mark was clearly visible on the Rat King's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

The little mouse lowered his head and looked obedient.

"I didn't know that the letter was from Ms. Candela inviting you, Mr. Wei and Godfather..."

The Rat King looked at his daughter in front of him and felt like crying but had no tears.

Finally, he cried out loudly towards the locked door of the bedroom.

"Mother! Did you hear that?

I haven’t done anything wrong to you!”

Chapter 12 The Little Monster's Father is a Big Monster

The Rat King is so regretful.

He shouldn't have brought Yuxia with him.

If she hadn't brought the little mouse with her, she wouldn't have seen the letter and wouldn't have misunderstood.

I will never talk nonsense to the child's mother and prevent myself from even getting in the door.

Looking at his daughter whose face was almost buried in the arch that had recently become rounder, the Rat King felt helpless and let out a long sigh.

What else can I do, my dearest child?

"Dad, why did Mayor Candela give you an invitation?"

Seeing that his old father had no intention of continuing to blame him, the little mouse quickly stuck close to him.

"Do you think they invited me, an old man like me? Look carefully, they invited your father, Wei Lao Er, and your godfather."

Looking at the little mouse who was being attentive to him, the Rat King snorted and looked unhappy with a stern face.

But he still leaned honestly on the sofa.

His face still hurts from the slap his mother gave him.

What's wrong with enjoying my daughter's massage? I deserve it!

Feeling his daughter's perfect massage, the Rat King's voice no longer sounded like it came out of the cold storage.

"That woman sends invitations to me and Lao Wei every year, asking us to go."

The little mouse frowned as he squeezed the rat king's hard old bone stick.

"Every year? Then why don't you go there, Father? Dosores is a well-known good place."

As the successor of the Rat King, the little mouse has now taken office as the underworld boss of the Eighteen Gangs of Longmen, so he is naturally well-informed.

Dos Soares's extravagant lifestyle is a well-known selling point.

"What a shit."

Leaning on his cane, the Rat King narrowed his eyes.

His eyes, which were not very big to begin with, looked like they were pierced by the grains of a kang mat, and it was almost impossible to see.

"The whole Dosores promotion is good, but don't you know what kind of morality this gold-selling den is?"

As he said this, he glanced at his barbecued pork daughter.

"That woman is not easy to deal with. Wei Lao Er has to tighten his belt when dealing with her, otherwise she will be eaten till there is nothing left. Your father is too old to play with her."

At this point, the Rat King sighed.

"Oh, but then why did she invite the godfather?"

The little mouse pinched his shoulders, turned his claws into hammers, and continued to ask while pinching the Rat King's back.

"You've been the chief secretary of Zuan Technology for so long, how could you not know?"

The Rat King hummed comfortably twice, poked the left side with his crutch, and signaled the little mouse to move down a little.

After sensing that his daughter had changed her position, the old mouse continued to mutter anxiously.

“The things in your godfather’s hands are the only one in Longmen in the whole of Terra.

And Dosores is nothing more than a tourist town, no matter how much you talk about it. It's such a small place, without a big industry as a pillar. Even if that woman is very good at making friends, something bad will happen sooner or later."

A gleam of light flashed in the Rat King's eyes.

"So, she wants to trick her godfather's company into going over to her to give her a facade?"

The little mouse was curious.

"No, she is not brave enough to compete with Wei Lao Er for food from the same bowl."

The Rat King snorted coldly.

“She just wanted to create an illusion, letting everyone know that the big boss of Zaun Technology came to Dosores.

But don't forget, except us, we know what your godfather does every day, but no one knows who made the first deal for Zaun Technology Company.

Moreover, he has never officially appeared as the chairman of Zaun Technologies.

In the whole of Terra, the first appearance of the big business owner of this unique company represents an attitude.

Candela doesn't need your godfather to really nod his head in agreement. As long as he shows up, those small companies that follow suit will come here and take root.