However, under the fear of past beatings, Susan Carter could only swallow her anger and resentnt.
"Why go through such elaborate sches and give them so much money? For losers like them, just send a few from our Alpha rcenary Corps over and wipe them out."
"No surprise you’re the head of a rcenary corps, doing business right under your old man’s nose?" July Quinn mocked her.
"Business is part of it, but more importantly, it’s a waste of ti and money."
To deal with them, we’ve opened a clinic and a casino!
These days, the funds Susan has access to are just several billion.
"For so people, death is the lightest punishnt." That was July Quinn’s reply.
The Hale Family relied on the Monroe Family’s dical books etched on the stone wall in Esteria, amassing wealth and honor.
If they were to die mysteriously, the honor and money would still remain under their na.
And quite a few people would feel sorry and sad over their passing.
But the truth is, the Hale Family is not worth it.
Honor should belong to the Monroe Family, and wealth to all the people they exploited.
Hence, what July Quinn must do is to ensure these things return to their rightful owners before ending the Hale Family’s lives completely.
But she couldn’t be bothered to explain this to Susan Carter, so she quickly switched topics: "Stop by the convenience store at the corner, buy two boxes of instant noodles to eat."
"I don’t eat instant noodles."
Susan Carter truly couldn’t fathom why this woman would pass up the gourt dishes prepared earlier and insist on eating instant noodles from a street-side store.
Moreover, he detests instant noodles — wouldn’t eat them even if he’s starving.
Just as Susan finished protesting, July Quinn shot him a disdainful look.
"Both boxes are for . You really think I’ll share them with you? Wishful thinking!"
Susan Carter: "..."
Draw your blade!
*
Corner, 414 Convenience Store.
Susan Carter quickly bought two boxes of instant noodles, added hot water, and brought them to July Quinn.
"One tonkotsu, one squid-flavored."
As he placed the instant noodles on the small table outside the convenience store, he announced the flavors, feeling a bit heartache from how familiarized he’d beco with the routine.
No other choice, being squeezed by the demon lately, he’s gotten very adept at making noodles now.
He couldn’t imagine how pathetic it would look if seen by his forr comrades; Susan took out his phone to continue watching his "Rural Love."
anwhile, July Quinn ate her instant noodles, watching the pedestrians on the street.
At this mont, it was relaxing and beautiful — the happiest ti of the day for July Quinn.
However, so people just don’t know how to mind their manners.
Just as July Quinn finished one box of instant noodles and started savoring the broth of the second box, three black cars suddenly stopped beside them.
Soon, a group of muscular n with tattoos on their arms, wielding pipes, began to approach them.
Susan Carter, after all being a rcenary leader, instantly sensed sothing was amiss and paused "Rural Love."
"July Quinn, those people seem to be coming for us."
July Quinn, amidst her busyness, glanced at those nacingly approaching muscle n, "Let finish my noodles first."
Then, she continued slurping her noodles unperturbed.
Susan Carter: "..."
He suddenly rembered the day he t July Quinn, it was because a small minion from Alpha rcenary Corps had accidentally knocked over July Quinn’s noodles that triggered her slaughter.
At this mont, the nacing muscle n arrived at their table.
The leader, wearing a tight red vest with a thick gold chain around his neck, pointed a pipe at the still noodle-slurping July Quinn: "Get up, co with us."
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