The Bigshot Married Chapter 892 - 885: I Want to Be Your Wife

Chapter 892: Chapter 885: I Want to Be Your Wife

"Someone hired assassins to kill me. I’ve been targeted several times. Later, I sent people to investigate and found out that the ones who tried to assassinate me were Night Owl’s people!"

"General, you have quite the luck; it’s surprising that Night Owl hasn’t killed you yet."

"Actually, it should be considered successful assassinations. It’s just that I have several doppelgangers! Night Owl eliminated three of them!"

"No wonder."

The killers from Death Island are cold-blooded and ruthless, with great martial arts skills. Despite the number of people around Abraham, if they really make a move, Abraham can’t defend himself.

Because the killers sent from Death Island could be a beautiful woman, a child, an elderly person... making you endlessly troubled.

In earlier years, Adrian Desmond avoided women for this reason.

He didn’t want to end up like his friends, dying in a woman’s bed!

After all, the moment a man climaxes is truly when he’s least guarded.

"Originally, Night Owl and I minded our own business, but now he wants to kill me, so I can only take him out too.

Sixth Master, tell me your plan, I’m quite interested in joining."

Adrian Desmond would never collaborate with Abraham, just like he’d never get involved with drugs.

Adrian Desmond intentionally spoke immaturely and willfully, "Oh, it’s no big plan, just cutting off the supply ships to Death Island, trying to starve them."

This plan sounded incredibly naive to Abraham, almost like two children throwing a tantrum.

"I thought it was some brilliant idea," Abraham said disappointedly.

Adrian Desmond didn’t respond.

"I do have a plan here; do you want to hear it?" Abraham asked.

Adrian Desmond remained silent, but Abraham continued speaking on his own, "Cutting off the supply ships to Death Island is just minor skirmishes, it won’t harm Night Owl.

Why not collaborate with me to directly attack Death Island?

I’ll provide the personnel; you provide the weapons.

After succeeding, we’ll split the treasure fifty-fifty."

"..."

"From what I know, there’s a big treasure on Death Island. With that treasure, I can further expand my forces, bringing together all the armed forces in Kalare..." Abraham said ambitiously, as if he was about to conquer the world and the universe.

Adrian Desmond felt concerned for this man; at such an age, who knows how many days he has left to live? Why not be like the elderly in Orienta, spending time dancing in the square or doing exercises?

"Sixth Master, why are you not speaking?"

"Oh, since the General is so confident, let me now congratulate the General on a victorious campaign. I’m just a businessman, can’t help much, I can only do the minor help of cutting off Death Island’s supply."

"You don’t want to cooperate with me?" Abraham changed his attitude quickly.

"General, I’m just a businessman."

Getting him to provide weapons for free is like throwing meat buns to a dog and expecting them to return; does he really think I’m a fool?

Splitting the treasure fifty-fifty, haha, Adrian Desmond laughed internally. Not to mention whether there’s treasure, even if there is, there’s no way he’ll get a single penny.

Abraham changed his face with astonishing speed, "So Sixth Master is not willing to work with me."

Adrian Desmond remained calm, showing no fear or hesitation despite Abraham’s sudden outburst.

"I’m a businessman! If the General wants my weapons, naturally he has to pay; wanting me to provide them for free... ha... how’s that possible?" Adrian Desmond refused; he wouldn’t be anyone’s fool.

"Apparently, Sixth Master still doesn’t understand the benefits involved; since that’s the case, Sixth Master should stay and think about it more."

"..."

"Someone, take Sixth Master back to his place!" Abraham ordered.

Even the impulsive Sabrina Conner didn’t act hastily at this time, after all, they’re in military territory; their fists alone can’t guarantee a win.

Adrian Desmond and his people were "invited" to "rest," but in a damp, dark basement, they couldn’t distinguish day from night after staying for a long time.

Abraham must know their capabilities, so he sent many to guard them, and Adrian Desmond couldn’t return to Sileria City for the time being.

They were held in separate cells, but not far apart, so shouting could reach others. However, Adrian Desmond stayed silent, and so did the others.

When dinner came, soldiers brought food that had already gone bad. Adrian Desmond lifted his eyelids slightly and continued resting with his eyes closed.