Pearl of Compassion

CHAPTER 201

Promo bentar's. Novels for Dion and Agnes have been published, so the author tries to get up once every 2 days. Azalea is once every 3 days. Pearls up every day. Thank ye.

"Uncle Pa?" both bodies are covered. Since when did this terrible thing happen.

"Who dares to set foot without my home's permission!" Smith's emotions peaked. A flash of anger was clearly drawn in his gray dinetra.

"One thing's for sure the info might spread. He knew the risks of joining William. And this is the ending she chose."

"Then how is this Ardan. He died here, if the police track him down then I'm done" Smith said in a slightly trembling tone.

"There's cctv? Let Arnold take care of it. Now let's solve the main problem." Ardan immediately pulled the staggering Smith. But because of his great affection for Rianna, Smith preferred to be quiet and follow the steps of his nephew. Rianna is the jewel of her heart. Everything in his life right now. It wouldn't have been possible if he had to lose Rianna forever.

Both of them entered the car. Inside was the Emperor who was sitting sweetly in the steering wheel.

"Emperor, Jesslyn's been with my wife, right? Lita was with him too, right?" asked Ardan while putting on his seat belt. Smith did the same.

"Of course young master. As per your orders." The emperor nodded steadily. Believing wholeheartedly if the task has been carried out properly.

"We're going to headquarters. I'll give Arnold a job to take care of something disgusting at uncle's house."

"Something disgusting?" smith protest.

"What else is it? Do I have to say uncle's ex-lover did that?" ardan Goda.

"Shut your mouth damn*n. What kind of niece are you?"

"From being confused like this, what is the need for uncle jal*Ng that I give to artur? He'll be happy, won't he?" Ardan glanced at the emperor. The man slowly drove his car to pass immediately from the Smith residence. The man looked at his house with a horror look.

"wait. You said you'd give the body to Artur? You're crazy Ardan! He died in my house. How could you easily give the body to your pet tiger. Nah! I could have been imprisoned to death."

"Uncle, stop. Just enjoy this godly game," said Ardan so lightly.

"You're crazy!" without guilt Smith constantly gave a curse to the cruelty of his nephew. He could be crazy too.

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"Preparation?"

"Eighty percent young master."

"Arnold go to this address. Take the body to the base and let no one know. Give it to artur."

"Good young master." Bending his body then passed leaving the headquarters. Jack and the Emperor are reunited. A unity that cannot be separated from the mission together. Smith could only look at the socialization closely. His mind drifted to the princess just his wayang.

Now the sea of humans was clearly visible when the two of them entered the headquarters area. Smith still did not understand why the existence of Ardan's headquarters could even manipulate his eyes. Yeah, well, as he remembered, they went through a small, rundown alley. Then after coming out of the alley, lay a soothing look in both eyes. A view of many shady trees.

"We'll see each other again tonight." Ardan started talking with members of his mafia gang. "After a long time we finally meet again. Tonight we raise our tempestuous spirit. The enemy has raised the flag of war. For a long time I was sure you had chosen your own path. But I will not force you to follow this bloody showdown. But if you still want to fight once again following my orders please. Remember this is probably going to be a bloodbath. Maybe one of you will die while this fight goes on. But if we are granted a win, I will give 50% assets of ⁇ ☢]™ to all of you. As a form of appreciation of your loyalty."

Smith gawked at the explanation from his nephew. Fifty percent is not a little. He knows very well how football lunge ⁇ ☢ ⁇ ]™ so far. His current anxiety was not unreasonable. And the situation was inversely proportional to those who were eager to follow the fight this time around. The thunderous roar deafened anyone who did not know about the black world. But not for those who are ready to die for their leaders.

Their spirit is like a burning fire. The strong-minded troops must finally prepare to die at any time. Miris. Sometimes life does not have to always use heart and feelings for this hard life.

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