"Master, the guests have arrived!"

Little knocked on the door and whispered.

"yes, got it!"

Zmo's voice came through the door, and although he couldn't see Zmo's expression, he could feel Zmo's excitement - for a person who had served Zmo for fifteen years, such a feeling was not difficult, not to mention that Zmo's actions in the past few days fell into Little's eyes, which also made Rit confirm his suspicions.

However, Litt was wise not to show anything, and just stood quietly at the door.

For those of them who walk in the shadows, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

And the reason why he has been able to live smoothly until now is because he knows how to measure himself.

And those who came to Vauban at the same time as him, whose identity and status far surpassed him, and whose abilities were better than him, had already become white bones for various reasons.

One of the most important points is that I know too much.

"Little, let the cook prepare some more things, I want to make the table rich enough!"

Walking out of the door, Zmo, dressed in a black dress, commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

Little bowed in agreement, and walked briskly towards the kitchen.

Zmo, on the other hand, stood in place, filtered all the plans in his mind at the moment, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he walked into his living room with that habitual smile.

There were five people sitting in the living room.

Although two or three were already acquaintances, the five of them were all cloaks and masks. Obscuring his true appearance.

For these spies. Some habits. It has long been carved into the bone marrow.

"Good evening and welcome!"

With a warm smile, Zimo greeted him.

However, the effect of such a warm smile is obviously not very good.

"River rat, how do you know my identity?"

A spy asked coldly.

"That's right, our identity should only be known by the leader!"

The voice of another spy was equally cold. And you're welcome, and the question in the tone is really clear and audible.

"Chief? Do you mean Lord Madr? Unfortunately, he has been executed by Lord Lone Wolf...... Now the leader of Vauban is Lord Lone Wolf! ”

Zmo replied with an unchanged smile.

And such words immediately made the five spies in front of them writhe their bodies slightly uneasily; Perhaps, they had already guessed what happened to Madel, but when they heard it in the real sense, they still felt uncomfortable; Especially. The two spies who had a very good relationship with Madr were even more numerous.

Zmo stood there. With a qiē in his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but become brighter and brighter-Zimo really knew too much about these guys who were like him; No matter what position they occupy or what role they play, their essence is that they are greedy for life and afraid of death.

In fact, that kind of guy who is like a dead soldier has already become an outcast again and again under Madel's plan.

Those who can stay are characters who are easy to control.

And this is also the reason why he dared to implement this 'overhead' plan.

That's right, it's 'overhead'!

Zmo has always been obsessed with power, and he has tried to reach every corner of Vauban in order to one day replace Madr.

It's just that in normal times, he covers it up very well.

This time, Dean's appearance gave him an opportunity - not only to escape a life-and-death disaster, but also to allow him to carry out a plan that he had been preparing for years.

"Now that the lone wolf has become the leader, then...... What about the lone wolf? ”

As for the news that Gosai 'parachuted' a leader, the high-ranking spies in Vauban County also had such news.

"Lone Wolf didn't know about this party!"

Zmoruo said frankly.

"River rat, what do you want to do?"

There was silence in the living room, and after a while, a spy asked.

"What do you say? This is an opportunity for me and for us! ”

Zimo glanced at the five people present with a smile on his face and said slowly.

"You want to replace it?"

One of the spies asked rather cautiously.

"No, no, I don't have that in mind...... That lone wolf lord is definitely not so easy to deal with - the big knights around Mader were all killed by this lone wolf lord, and I don't want to anger this lone wolf lord! ”

Zmo waved his hand again and again, looking sincerely frightened.

"Isn't that an offense now?"

One of the spies in the room asked angrily, and the remaining four also turned their heads and stared at Zmo - it was clear that the five senior spies were frightened by what Zmo had just said.

A leader who can easily take out the great knights......

This is catastrophic news for them.

After all, such a leader, once they know that they have such a party, they will definitely not have a good result.

As for soft-heartedness?

They have absolutely no such luxury.

"Rest assured, rest assured, this gathering is a secret, and the lone wolf will never know about it...... I can swear by my real name! ”

Zmo calmed the panicked spies.

"Well, river rats...... What do you want to do? ”

The first to question asked.

"I want to make an alliance with you!"

Zmo said his purpose with a smile on his face.

"Alliance? You want to get rid of that lone wolf? ”

Although the spies present were greedy for life and afraid of death, they were definitely not fools, and as soon as Zimo said his purpose, they had already guessed what Zimo was planning.

"How can it be considered overhead? Any news we will truthfully report to the lone wolf, and after we have reviewed it layer by layer. Such a message is bound to be extremely accurate...... And the strength of the lone wolf. It will give us more security. Make our work more efficient – it's a win-win! ”

Zmo flatly denied his intentions, and, in a high-sounding manner.

He glanced at the spy door again, raised his voice slightly, and asked again, "Ladies and gentlemen, our alliance is beneficial and harmless...... Have you forgotten the wealth that Lord Madr has accumulated? If we don't align, we won't be able to get such wealth in our lifetime, and once we do...... Such wealth is simply at your fingertips. And even more! ”

Zmo clapped his palms as he spoke.

Smack, smack!

With a crisp high-five, two of Zmo's subordinates walked out carrying a box; Then, the box was opened, and Kimpton in the alley shimmered in the light of the living room light, and bursts of inhalation came from the spies' mouths.

"How? Would you like to share it with me? ”

Zmo took in the appearance of the spies in front of him, and the smile on his lips was full of smugness - although there were some items that covered his face, the breathing became heavy. The trembling body has already been explained.

"What if we don't want to? Will it be a corpse in the moat tomorrow morning? ”

The same spy who questioned it first. He asked again.

"How so? I'm not a violent person, it's just a private meeting, and if someone doesn't want to, they can quit, and then we'll act as if it didn't happen! Now, I'd like to hear your thoughts, is it to join? Or exit? ”

Surprised, Zmo shook his head slightly, rejecting the spy's speculation.

Although it was sincere, none of the spies present would believe such words.

Quit?

It's too light.

Not to mention that coming here, it is already considered to be on a thief ship, just under the premise that someone joins and someone withdraws, the former must be a ravine, and the latter has become the target of public criticism.

Unless the majority of people quit, they can reverse this situation!

But......

The eyes of the five senior spies hidden under their hoods looked at the people around them - apparently, none of them could be sure who would quit, or ...... Someone waiting to quit?

After all, this looks like a good opportunity to get rid of the 'superfluous people'!

Between spies, competition is far greater than cooperation.

Even if they are all under one person.

Zmo sat not far away, smiling at the scene - no doubt it was not something he expected, or even expected it himself.

After all, he knew that Mader had chosen the more timid of these remaining subordinates, not only because of the more timid ones, but also because of each of them.

This is Madel's order to control his subordinates better.

But...... Now, naturally, the foundation has been laid for him.

For five minutes, the entire living room was filled with an atmosphere of suspicion and suspicion.

Zmo, on the other hand, counted the time accurately, and when someone was about to get tired of it, he stood up, and, taking advantage of the situation, picked up the wine glass that was on his table.

"Since everyone didn't speak, then...... I'll take it as a tacit acquiescence - now, a toast to our alliance! ”

Zmo raised his glass high.

The five high-ranking spies were silent and hesitated for a moment again, and just as two of them were about to reach out and pick up their wine glasses, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded in the living room.

"River rats!"

It's just Zmo's code name, and nothing else.

However, it was such a voice that made Zimo, who had been in control of the overall situation, tremble, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the figure that appeared behind him at some point, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lonely, lone wolf?!" ”

The answer Dean gave was a throwing knife that came out of his hand.

PS First Update~

Decadent went out to run errands in the morning and came back a little late...... I'm sorry to say...... (To be continued......)