Chapter 578: 506 Slap in the face, the tycoon’s family lost their child? [1 update]_3 Chapter 578: 506 Slap in the face, the tycoon’s family lost their child? [1 update]_3 Because only the Captain was a Rank A mercenary, the XS Mercenary Group’s rank was set at B.
In the vast Underworld, B rank mercenary groups were not found everywhere, but there were also around a thousand or eight hundred.
The Underworld was lawless, a place unconstrained by the sovereign’s rule.
But in reality, The Four Great Financial Groups still made the decisions.
The orders of Patriarch Manson, as long as they weren’t too excessive, would not be defied by the Underworld.
Moreover, it was just about expelling a B rank mercenary group.
“Yes, Patriarch,” the butler bowed and went down to make preparations.
Before leaving, he took one more glance at the girl still wearing her helmet, couldn’t help but privately sigh, the timing of releasing the video was just right.
If it were before, Patriarch Manson would never care about this kind of overt conflict and covert struggle.
But things were different now, Xiu Yu and this girl, as well as the T family’s car, had completely caught the attention of Patriarch Manson, an avid racing enthusiast.
Patriarch Manson was just waiting to make their acquaintance.
This time, the XS racing team had really hit a snag.
The XS racing team, as well as their entire mercenary group, were about to be completely done for.
Meng De was very clear about this principle.
His face was pale as he slumped beside the racing car, his body shaking, even his teeth chattering.
Meng De had never imagined things would turn out this way.
“Let’s go, Daddy Ying,” Xiu Yu didn’t even glance at Meng De again, but hooked the girl’s shoulder, “Today you’ve made a contribution, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “Let’s go.”
Skyscrapers loomed tall and dense.
The wide roads teemed with cars and horses, bustling and vibrant.
At the street corner, there were quite a few high-tech products, even more advanced than those in O Continent.
In a vast estate, a little girl only one meter tall was on her way out.
She looked around, rubbed her hands, then prepared to jump over the surrounding wall.
An icy voice resounded from behind her, “Fifth Miss, what are you about to do?”
The little girl paused mid-step, her heart tightened, and she turned her head to look at the woman, frowning, “What’s it to you?”
“I’m just reminding the Fifth Miss not to do the same as last time, taking the family’s pass to go out and play,” the woman said indifferently. “It’s chaotic outside, not as developed as inside the city, and not as nice. There’s no need for the Fifth Miss to go out.”
“Play your grandfather,” the little girl had a foul temper and didn’t show a good face to the woman, “I’m going to find my niece, so just scram. Don’t think that just because my body is that of a six-year-old right now, I can’t deal with you.”
Her body had shrunk to that of a six-year-old due to the effects of a drug, and it hadn’t yet been able to change back.
“What’s this about your niece, not your niece?” Upon hearing these words, the woman’s expression finally darkened, her voice cold, “The daughter of the great lady has already died, she died at birth, a stillbirth.”
The little girl’s expression turned cold, “Bullshit! She was lost!”
She didn’t believe her niece was dead; it was all a lie.
“Fifth Miss, I know you care for the great lady, but this isn’t the way to show your concern,” the woman shook her head. “Instead of running outside to find a stillborn, you might as well find more masters of eccentric abilities to see if they can wake the great lady.”
Ignoring the woman, the little girl looked for the right angle to climb the wall.
“Fifth Miss, if you insist on doing this, then I must offend you,” the woman sighed, instructing the servants beside her, “Lock up the Fifth Miss.”