Wang Jianshe sat decadently in the chair in the office. He raised his right hand tiredly, closed his eyes and kneaded his people.

After struggling for so many years, the rule that this society has given to itself is that money can solve all problems, and money is everything.

But now he suddenly realized that money sometimes is nothing and has no effect at all.

Wang Jianshe felt extremely angry from the bottom of his heart about what Wang Sheng had done before.

To be honest, this guy is just a scumbag. He has done everything he can write in the criminal law. His only value in life in the world is wasting food.

Wang Jianshe sighed deeply. No matter how useless he was, he was still his own son, and the only blood left by himself and his dead wife.

His eyes moved down and he stared at the somewhat faded photo on the table. There was a woman inside, holding her belly, her face full of happiness.

"Whilan, I sometimes wonder if you didn't leave at that time and you were at home to take care of this kid, would he not have become like this?"

Just as Wang Jianshe was looking at the photo and recalling the past, a hand with extremely old spots reached out and grabbed the photo frame.

"Your wife? Haha, the dress is so old-fashioned." Anna, who crossed her legs and leaned against the swivel chair, said in a slight joking voice.

When Wang Jianshe saw the cult leader he had talked to was right in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly, and his right hand quietly pressed the button under the desk.

"Stop pressing, I've cut the line a long time ago. Besides, do you really think those people in your company's security department can solve the problem?"

Anna, with a faint smile on her face, stared at the man in front of her, leaned forward slightly, and put the photo frame in her hand back to its original position.

"Relax, are you worried about Wang Sheng? Don't worry, I'm sure he is living a good life now."

"Where is he now?" Wang Jianshe did not expose his emotions just now. Facing the murderous cult madman, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's very simple to see him. I need you to do something for me. As long as you help me with my business, Wang Sheng will naturally return it to you."

With a population of more than one billion, it is harder than climbing the sky for Anna, who is still wanted by the IMF.

So she came to find Wang Sheng's father, and the other party's abilities and connections might be able to help her.

Wang Jianshe slowly frowned. After thinking for a short time, he spoke: "You can consider it, but before that, I need to call him first."

"That won't work, he's a little inconvenient now."

"What's the inconvenience? If you don't let me know about Wang Sheng's current situation, how can I determine whether he has been torn to his vote long ago?"

Wang Jianshe has a very tough attitude and is constantly competing for sovereignty of discourse.

"Did you see the Mobao behind me? I can read the business in a hurry, and the world is fair.

The amount of the North and South Dippers plus one plus, and the fortune and longevity palm is added outside. I am a qualified businessman. No matter what you want me to do, the price you pay is too low."

"The price is too low? That's your own son."

"No, that's not my son, that's just a reason that popped up from your mouth. Unless you let me talk to him with your own eyes, I don't think that the King of Sage is in your hands."

"Hu~" The miserable green rotten flame instantly appeared on Anna's left, illuminating her face with a miserable green color.

The flame swayed rapidly, and the desk in front of the two was instantly covered with flames.

Anna stood up and walked directly to Wang Jianshe from the green flame, holding the blade in one hand and inserted it directly into the chair.

A cold voice rang in Wang Jianshe's ears, "Today you either help me, or I will kill you directly, how about it? Is the price high enough now?"

Wang Jianshe, who had an extremely ugly expression, tried to be stubborn, but in the end when he saw Anna's eyes, his body seemed to be poured from head to toe by a bucket of ice water.

Calmness and indifference seem like a pool of stagnant water, but it is also chilling...

Wang Jianshe couldn't say anything at all. He had a premonition that as long as he dared to say he didn't agree, the other party would really directly stroke his neck.

"High enough, what do you want me to help you?"

Several portraits were thrown onto his face by Anna, "Help me find these three people, I want to know where they are."

On the paper is the appearance of Charles' parents, and his appearance when he was a child and adolescent. As for Charles' sister, Anna did not draw it.

Because if the time on the surface of the sea is the opposite, then she is not much bigger than Tuba now.

Wang Jianshe observed the portraits without saying a word, and said nothing.

Anna knew that since she gave her a big stick, she should give her a sweet date.

"Finding them, I will not only return the King Sheng to you, but I can also talk to you more. In this matter, your son has a far-sighted vision than you."

"If I find it, how should I contact you?"

"There is my newly registered phone number behind the painting. Remember, don't think about solving problems in other ways. You don't know what you are facing."

Anna said, as her body trembled rapidly and frequently, she sank into the floor in front of Wang Jianshe.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jianshe was moved. After waiting for a few seconds, he walked to the position where Anna left and pressed it gently. He was shocked to find that the ground had really not touched his hands.

In the hotel where Anna lives, Tuba sat on a bucket of instant noodles like a statue of "The Mediterranean", looking at the chess board in front of her.

The clown played chess with him, and poker of different colors appeared and disappeared in his hands.

"Don't urge me, what's the urge, the slower I'll get."

At this moment, there was movement from the door, and Anna, who was trembling frequently, walked in from outside the door.

While the clown turned his head and looked, Tuba quietly stood up and prepared to steal the chess piece.

But the clown's purple star hat that fell from the sky directly covered his head.

"Mask, come to my room."

Hearing Anna's words, the clown nodded, buckled the hat that trapped Tuba towards his head, and walked towards the room.

Anna's room is next door, and there is basically nothing.

Seeing the clown mask come out from under the bed, Anna rolled up her sleeves, "What's going on with your hand? Why did it start to rot?"

I saw that the arm that the clown used magic to transform was constantly seeping out of black and brown liquid, and it was gradually rotting.

It's nothing if this hand can no longer be used, but the rotten flesh and blood are actually spreading to the good part of her.
Chapter completed!