Chapter 88 The harm of this behavior to business war novels is immeasurable
When Mo Cheng heard the words "Albert's House" from the masked thief, he knew it was the right decision to stay up here tonight.
"Albert's House? If I remember correctly, it's a place for old people and children. What do you want?"
Mad Dog Steel Jaw didn't seem to care that the other party paid so much money just to deal with a combination of an orphanage and a nursing home. For him, as long as he had money and didn't mess with people he couldn't afford to mess with, he didn't need to care about other things.
"A recipe."
Without much description, the masked thief only gave this answer, but Mad Dog Steeljaw didn't care too much and agreed immediately, "I'll get it for you within a week, but I want 5,000 gold griffins!"
The lion opened his mouth and raised the price by nearly half. I thought the masked thief would be angry, but he nodded calmly, "Okay, but the deposit is still only one thousand gold griffins. The subsequent payment will be paid after I get the formula."
"Then prepare the money."
Afterwards, the masked thief rejected Mad Dog Steel Jaw's invitation to stay and try the girls here, and left directly to look for Golden Rose. Walking in the dark alley, the ubiquitous darkness enveloped him, making him feel as safe as a harbor.
For thieves who have been in the dark for a long time, going to such a well-lit place is like letting a fish out of water. If they stay there for too long, they will even feel uncomfortable breathing.
He still feels comfortable in dark places.
But while walking in the dark alley, the masked thief's hands had already quietly touched the hilt of the dagger.
The trained eyes that could see in the dark could clearly see that not far away there was a person leaning against the wall with his hands clasped across his chest, one leg stretched out and the other bent.
This shouldn't be someone walking in the dark, nor should this person be here, standing in his way.
In Fairhaven, a place where the Church of Light is weak, a man wearing the uniform of a Church of Light clergyman appeared in the Brinton district. There was no need to guess who he was.
The new priest in Albert House, Mo Cheng, is an uncommon name.
"Friend, are you interested in telling me who is going to take on the Albert House?"
Putting down his bent legs, Mo Cheng ignored the masked thief who was on full alert, holding a dagger in both hands and approaching the opponent step by step like a poisonous snake.
The masked thief lowered his body. He didn't know why Pastor Mo Cheng from Albert's House was here, nor did he know why the other party knew that someone was dealing with Albert's House.
But it doesn't matter. Harassing Albert's House by looking for the Golden Rose is one way, and capturing Priest Mo Cheng here is also another way.
No one would know that Priest Mo Cheng disappeared in this place. A place had been reserved for Mo Cheng in the dungeon of President Hodge's house.
Today, Priest Mo Cheng will move to a place where sleeping is not so convenient.
With a kick of his legs, the masked thief rushed forward explosively, and hit Mo Cheng's back of the head with the handle of the dagger in his hand.
He was not worried that his direct attack method would be seen through. As everyone knew, the armed forces of the Church of Light were all paladins, and their clergy were all auxiliary and healing professions, with almost zero combat effectiveness.
As a staff member trained by the Pharmacists Guild to collect market intelligence and to physically suppress or even eliminate competitors when necessary, he has sufficient combat experience.
A low-level clergyman can get it with his eyes closed...
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……Down?
Missed the shot?
He looked at his right hand in confusion. The physical sensation that should have hit the back of his head did not appear, and even Priest Mo Cheng disappeared from his sight.
Is it an illusion?
No, Priest Mo Cheng is real. The masked thief can feel the slight breathing coming from behind. When did he run behind?
Although he had doubts, the masked thief was not slow at all. He turned around and stabbed straight at him with his dagger. What Mo Cheng showed was already more combat power than a clergyman should have, so the masked thief had to be ruthless.
But, it still missed. The slight airflow behind him blew on his neck, giving the masked thief goose bumps.
Mo Cheng once again ran behind the masked thief with a speed that he could not understand and skills that he could not know. Even the masked thief could not figure out what the [thing] behind him that looked like Priest Mo Cheng was.
Fear rose up from the bottom of his heart involuntarily. Darkness had lost the feeling of peace and protection it once had. The masked thief missed the light he had just used to find the golden rose. Humans were meant to live under the light.
The masked thief wanted to escape, escape from this dark alley, escape from the unknown fear behind him.
but……
"hehe."
The sharp and distorted laughter sounded like the roar of a wild beast. The masked thief felt a hand on his shoulder. No, it was not a hand, it was a sharp claw!
The claws easily crushed his shoulder blade. The masked thief wanted to scream in pain, but found that he had lost control of his body. Apart from feeling the pain, his brain had no function to issue any orders.
Then the masked thief saw a demon with dark blue skin, wings, and a three-petal mouth filled with dense fangs.
The moment he saw this demon, his fear was heightened to the maximum. The masked thief wanted to scream and escape, but none of his words counted at this moment.
Then, hell came!
…
Mo Cheng used the Holy Light to completely turn the corpse of the masked thief into dust, leaving no trace. He deliberately found a sheltered space so that no one would see him even if he used the Holy Light.
"Pharmacist Guild, Hodge, Herman ..."
Mo Cheng forced the masked thief to tell him who wanted to find trouble with the Albert House by looking for Golden Rose, and also knew how they planned to " test ".
Since the masked thief was relatively cooperative, Mo Cheng gave him a quick death, ending the pain he had been enduring from the hunting techniques of the [Night Stalker].
"I originally thought that even if the Pharmacists Guild realized the benefits of the Shimmering Ointment, they would only use the means of the market."
Although he knew that interests were motivating and that anyone would go hysterical when there was a possibility that their monopoly position would be disrupted, Mo Cheng still felt helpless when he actually faced this scene.
A kind of helplessness that the opponent's business warfare tactics do not have the slightest element of "business" at all.
"They directly bribed gangs to seize the formula, sent thieves to steal it, and even planned to kidnap children or the elderly to force them to reveal the formula..."
"What about walking on the edge of the law? What about committing elegant crimes? What about deciphering the formula and engaging in price wars?"
Mo Cheng spat fiercely, "Because of your behavior, novel authors nowadays don't dare to write about business wars. The negative impact of this behavior on business war novels is immeasurable!"
