Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The Flametail Knight was stunned when he heard this.

"Yes, it is precisely because of the great responsibility that directors generally do not take that step lightly, because you don't know whether what you do will make the company move forward or backward."

Grenadi's eyes dimmed.

Her family declined rapidly because her grandmother passed away and the heir was eager for success and took a step that he shouldn't have taken.

It was also at that time that she was infected with oripathy.

You can understand the subsequent plot development by just reading any useless novel written ten years ago. The infected knight was ostracized by his family, then framed, and finally expelled from the family.

Later, he met like-minded partners in the battle and they fought together. If Grenati was a man, the subsequent plot would definitely be that he had an old grandfather on his body, and then he would meet a lot of new women, and then the harem would unfold.

But unfortunately, the Gray Knight is a she-rat.

“So, if a large company is running and one or two top management are missing, there is no need to worry, because those people will soon squeeze out one to take that position.

For these working guys, the death of their boss is a great thing that everyone can celebrate.

After all, the easiest way for a new boss to win over people is to increase salaries and promotions to attract a group of people, and then eliminate a group of old and senior people. "

Grenadi and Sona walked out with a calm look on their faces.

"Ms. Grenadi is indeed from a distinguished family, a member of the Kalisca family."

The common language with a Syracuse accent sounded, and Gray Hair and Flame Tail tensed up at the same time as they looked at Cooper, who was wearing luxurious Columbian casual clothes.

They could sense that the person coming must be a seasoned killer.

However, the Syracusan did not show any hostility. Instead, he took out a document very naturally.

“I heard that both of you are Infected Knights, and you are running around for the Infected.

Then I think our company may be able to help you and add some impetus to your lofty ideals.”

Yanwei and Huimao did not take the list from the Syracusans, and they looked at each other.

"Are you from the... Zaun Technology Company?"

Flametail asked tentatively.

After all, in a place like Terra, it is unique to have a company that does not use Originium.

Zaun is the only company that fully employs infected people, so when this matter was mentioned, the first thing Sona thought of was this emerging company that was quite famous even in Casimir.

But the Syracusan on the opposite side shook his head with a scornful smile on his face.

"Zuan? No, there's no way a company founded by someone from the lower city could possibly afford to hire a knight."

Seeing the person in front of him showing contempt for Zaun in his actions and expressions, Grenati frowned.

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"Please allow me to briefly introduce myself to you two.

I am the HR of the Source Project Company of the Piltover Research Institute. As for my name, it is of no importance."

' said the Syracusan, taking off his hat.

"Our Project Weapons Company is a direct subsidiary of the Piltover Research Institute. The products we develop are completely different from those crude products in Zaun. They are all high-end products with guaranteed quality and quantity, and are specially designed for celebrities to choose from.

Our company has noticed your potential and hopes you can join our company. I don't know what you think.

Of course, you don’t have to rush to give me an answer. If you need to, you can come to this place to find me.”

He took out a gold-stamped business card and handed it to the squirrel. This time Sona didn't refuse.

She took it along with the contract, watched Rupert turn around and leave, then turned to look at her good friend.

"What do you think?"

Gray shrugged.

"Boss, you are the one in charge now."

Gray Hair kicked the package back to Flame Tail.

Flametail looked at the company introduction in his hand.

"Source Project Company, a more professional Source Stone company, join us and choose a new future."

Looking at the werewolf's promotional material, the emperor was shocked.

"Vulgar, too vulgar, you bastard, we are all old people. Over the years, a piece of stone can be given value, but you haven't learned a bit of elegance."

"So what was the reason for all the fuss in Casimir?"

Sitting opposite the werewolf, the emperor held a cup in his hand and looked at Warwick across from him.

There was a table full of Colombian fast food on the table for two people. As we all know, Colombia is a country of immigrants, so the food of this country is also full of patchwork.

There are pizza from Syracuse and fried fish from Victoria.

Of course, they will also add some local characteristics to the renovation.

For example, the pineapple pizza and the Syracuse spaghetti with tomato sauce in front of the werewolf. If the Syracuse people saw these things, they would take out their crossbows and have a passionate shooting match on the spot.

But no one present today cares about this.

What? Texas?

Look who is the person who is rolling pizza and steak for her dad?

"Elegant? Elegance is useless. No matter how elegant you are, you still have to pour the wine yourself."

Warwick took the pizza with steak rolled up in it from his good daughter, grabbed a scallion, stuffed it in, and took a bite without saying a word.

Well, you know what, this foreign burrito is really good.

Having said that, Warwick tilted the beer glass on the table to the side.

"Okay, sir."

The Archangel, who was wearing a men's version of a women's suit, immediately filled Warwick's glass with the emperor's treasured sweet white wine with a sweet smile.

Then the croissant on the side added half a bottle of Coke into it at the right time.

"Gulu gulu."

Warwick burped, opening his mouth wide and drinking a glass of sweet white cola like drinking Sanza.

"Come on, girl Kong, perform a show for your uncle."

Sora, who was eating a salad without oil or sauce on the plate until his face turned green, suddenly jumped up and ran to the small stage, choosing the lyrics while listening to the music.

The emperor's eyes were almost bursting with fire.

No, these are all my property.

Who is the boss between us?

"Oh, come on, stop staring at me with those damn penguin eyes of yours. It's annoying."

After finishing the steak pizza in two or three bites, the werewolf spit out the residue on his hands with the fire, and then shook off the black ash.

Drink, twice as clean.

"Okay girls, go and rest. I'm going to talk to Old Roast Goose about some adult stuff."

Clapping his hands in satisfaction, the werewolf took out a gold coin and threw it to Archangel. Archangel quickly took it with a smile on his face that made the Emperor's teeth ache.

"Good-bye, Mr. Warwick!"

The smiling Archangel turned and left.

Lei Mule doesn't like to serve others, but she likes to see her boss get humiliated.

Especially when being defeated by a werewolf.

After receiving the gold coin thrown by the werewolf, Croissant turned around and left.

Heifer came tonight to earn some funds for purchasing goods.

After all, in the past, whenever she ran out of money at the end of the month and went to the werewolf to borrow, the werewolf would always be generous.

Humph, it's much better than that boss who deducts wages at every turn.

Texas stood up, feeling a little unsure. After all, she had invested so much in his company without Warwick's knowledge and became a major shareholder.

And judging from the look of it, it seems that my father really doesn't know.

Texas originally thought that her father must know everything. After all, when he suddenly returned last night, the fierce look in his eyes really scared her.

But I didn't expect that when Warwick saw me, he suddenly became as calm and indifferent as usual. If I look at his current appearance...

It seems that my father really doesn’t know...

Doesn't that mean that there seems to be a possibility that I can surpass my father?

Once this idea came up, it grew wildly and filled Texas's mind.

This was the thought that was on Texas' mind until he and Sora returned to their dorm.

Just then, the voice of the Angel of Power interrupted his thoughts.

"Come on, come on, look, the boss didn't turn off the camera!"

Sitting in front of the communicator, the Archangel who took off her clothes as fast as the wind, leaving only a pair of shorts and an elastic vest, stuck out her butt, revealing her waist, and turned her head to greet.

Suddenly, several people gathered in front of the communicator and watched the surveillance video.

The emperor was wealthy and powerful, and the hotel he had booked for several people was fully equipped with surveillance cameras, so Warwick and the emperor's actions were naturally visible.

Looking at his father's figure that was half a body taller than himself, the big Texas in Texas' mind seemed to wake up at the next moment.

However, the werewolf's next words immediately extinguished the desire to disobey her father.

"Hey, this is for the children."

Warwick sighed in the picture.

"Chelinina is not a child anymore. She is the only child in her family. She needs to have an industry to support herself in the future."

The werewolf took a sip of his Coke.

"Zuan is a mess with all kinds of stuff. I'm worried about leaving this girl there."

The werewolf's usually lazy expression suddenly became serious.

"Celinina, she has to walk her own life, so I need to prepare enough chips for her."

The emperor frowned.

"You damn wild dog, you are still afraid of Texas when you are here..."

The werewolf sneered.

"Me? I'm not her bargaining chip."

"I am her father."

"I'm already on her side of the bet without her raising her hand."

"It's a dead end."

Chapter 53: Storm is Coming

"Tsk, I'm not her bargaining chip, I'm her father, look at what Uncle Warwick said."

The Archangel clicked his tongue and shook his head with a look of envy.

Of course, whether this envy is real or pretended is unknown.

But judging from that exaggerated expression, the latter is more likely.

"Unlike my sister, who only knows how to send me bullets all day long...Hey Texas, how about you lend me Uncle Warwick..."

However, before he could finish his words, Archangel felt a flash before his eyes, and then an extremely familiar feeling came from above his head.

Croissant on the side looked at the foul-mouthed Angel Exia and thought to himself that if Texas didn't talk so much, he wouldn't be able to practice the ring-grabbing and shadowless hand technique.

"It hurts, it hurts, Texas, let me go!"

The Archangel, who was seeking death again and had his real body pressed on his head, was in so much pain that he spat out his soul from his mouth and kept begging.

But Texas's hand movements did not change. He still maintained the posture of holding the energy ring and looking at Warwick on the surveillance screen.