In Julius’s island palace, Eliza, accompanied by a man wearing a butterfly mask, stood before Julius, flanked by Julius’s Twelve Angels.
Several of these angels were newly "appointed," as their predecessors, the Blazing Angel, the Nightmare Angel, the Joy Angel, and the dicine Angel, had three already dead and one who betrayed.
"Mr. Julius," Eliza said with a smile, "this is my husband, Hill & Ryde, and I hope to use your Black Magic powers to resurrect him."
"No problem," Julius said casually, "but I don’t usually help people for nothing."
Eliza replied, "Mr. Julius, na your price, I’ll agree to any condition."
"Heh, you have money, I have money. You have influence, I have influence; there’s nothing you can offer ," Julius laughed sinisterly, "How about this? Strip naked and entertain my male angels to show your sincerity. I can’t help it; I’m just too bored."
As soon as Julius finished speaking, the eyes of the n on both sides lit up, as if they wanted to devour Eliza.
This woman is truly beautiful; if only they could play with her... they’d willingly give their lives to their Main God!
"Heh, truly a boring piece of trash!" With a wave of her hands, the so-called Twelve Angels simultaneously had their eyeballs and certain body parts burst, screaming in agony!
Julius’s face changed dramatically, "You’re looking for death!"
Before Julius’s voice even fell, a skull ford from black mist charged fiercely at Eliza with its mouth wide open.
Eliza pressed a single hand against the skull’s forehead, pushing forcefully, instantly dissipating the skull back into its original black mist in mid-air.
"Julius, I’ll rember this insult today. From now on, anyone from the Evil Wizard Alliance will be killed without rcy!" As Eliza finished speaking, both her and Hill’s figures vanished.
Julius, gritting his teeth in fury, having lost face in front of his subordinates, imdiately switched to a demonic expression: "This crazy woman, is there even a way to ask for help like this? Want to start a war, do you? Who’s afraid? Bring it on!"
Back on the private plane, Eliza, still fuming, imdiately sent an order to her allies and subordinates: "From today, Angel’s Wings officially declares war on the Evil Wizard Alliance. Rember, capture them alive if possible!"
Despite her anger, Eliza knew exactly what she wanted.
She couldn’t believe that after capturing enough Black Magicians, there wouldn’t be a single one proficient in soul power!
Soon, Edo Risa called: "Madam, why are you fighting on two fronts? We’re already dealing with Yang Yu’s allies here, and now if we go to war with the Evil Wizard Alliance too..."
"Butterfly, you’re talking too much!" Eliza interjected coldly, "Just execute the orders, and if you keep talking, don’t bla for punishing you!"
Edo Risa’s eyelids twitched, and she imdiately agreed: "Understood, Madam, I’m on it!"
It’s not just Eliza who was in distress; Matsushita Shota was too.
He knelt before his grandfather and father, not daring to lift his head.
His father was dressed in a monk’s robe, with his hair cut short, looking every bit the ascetic monk.
"Shota, you’ve deeply disappointed ," Mr. Matsushita Sr. sighed, "If I hadn’t called your father back, I’m afraid you would have ruined our entire family."
Matsushita Shota’s father, Matsushita Yasusuke, also shook his head repeatedly: "Shota, I always thought you had grown up, so I let you handle things on your own. Perhaps because everything went smoothly for you in Japan, you believed no one in this world could rival you."
"It’s perhaps a good thing that you suffered such a setback this ti, to awaken you earlier. But to ensure you can thoroughly reflect and summarize the reasons for your failure, from today for one month, you’ll go to Da Yuan Temple to copy Buddhist scriptures."
Matsushita Shota didn’t want to go and quickly spoke up: "Father..."
"If you don’t want to go, then leave the Matsushita Family," Matsushita Yasusuke stated, "Our family can tolerate failure, but we cannot tolerate an unwillingness to reflect. I’ll ask you one last ti, go to Da Yuan Temple, or leave the Matsushita Family?"
Matsushita Shota gritted his teeth almost to the point of breaking but still nodded fiercely: "I’ll go copy the scriptures!"
After Shota left, Mr. Matsushita Sr. turned to his son and asked, "Yasusuke, how do you plan to handle things moving forward?"
"Besides covering for Shota and repaying that loan, what else can we do?" Matsushita Yasusuke, though outwardly a monk, showed no sign of benevolence as he spoke, but rather a fierce wolflike spirit in his eyes, "As for the lost money, we’ll find a way to recoup it from the public."
"Starting today, our insurance company’s premiums will increase by ten percent, hospital charges by twenty percent, and shopping mall rent by ten percent... raise prices wherever we can. Within a year, we should be able to earn back the money."
"Raising prices again?" Mr. Matsushita Sr. frowned deeply, "Our Matsushita Family just encountered this incident, and now raising prices will likely ignite public resentnt, and our partners might not agree to it."
"Heh, it’s just a matter of interests, no agreent is needed," Matsushita Yasusuke sneered, "We’ll raise by ten percent, and give them an extra one percent share, won’t that make them agreeable? As for the public... please, father, we’re a private corporation, not a charity. If we don’t earn back the money, are we supposed to bear the cost of the loss ourselves?"
"Don’t bla us, bla Yang Yu, for extracting so much blood from our Matsushita Family."
Mr. Matsushita Sr. sighed: "Alas, this will have to do for now, we’ll lower prices next year."
"Father, why are you always so rciful?" Matsushita Yasusuke looked at his father with complete bewildernt, "Being too rciful in business can kill you."
"Do you know why I’ve always urged you to beco a monk at Da Yuan Temple? You have too much hostility, even more than Shota," Mr. Matsushita Sr. said, "In Xia Country, there’s a saying ’too much is as bad as too little,’ if things are overdone without room for maneuver, it backfires."
"Is it?" Matsushita Yasusuke looked utterly unconvinced, "Father, the older you get, the more timid you beco, like those elderly monks. Watch, I will elevate the Matsushita Family in just the month I’m back!"
Mr. Matsushita Sr. was utterly speechless: "Yasusuke, then why did you send Shota to Da Yuan Temple? Wasn’t it to cultivate his temperant?"
"Cultivate what temperant?" Matsushita Yasusuke laughed sinisterly, "I said it because it’s quiet there, making it convenient for him to reflect on why he failed, not for any cultivation. We must never lose again next ti!"
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