Warlord Chapter 139

On the top floor of Remutt's union hall, Sean stood in Old Bruce's office.

The old Bruges offices were full of the bourgeois feel of the old days, the old vinyl phonograph, the vinyl discs from the ruins, the eighty-two years of wine, and even a yellow poster of Mary Lemonde, all in the style of early twentieth-century decorations.

But the office had been commandeered by Sean, the new chairman had a new style, and all traces of Bruce had vanished.

The new office was spacious and bright, with the silver metal as the main equipment color, emphasizing the hard and strong style, showing the efficient efficiency of the attendance.

This was the message he would convey to the members of the other unions, all the old, lazy, anachronistic stuff that would be replaced whether it was human or something else.

Remutt no longer indulged in the past, it would be an efficient machine to compete for a place in this era of the jungle.

Shane, still dressed as a gentleman, stood in front of the huge french window with a bird's-eye view of the underground base.

He believed that one day, under his leadership, Remutt would become one of the largest cities on the surface.

To be able to build a city on the ground is a reflection of the strength of the company.

Of course, those who were unable to construct underground bases could only be forced to transform the cities on the surface, such as the Anger Reef, which was not too far away from Remutt.

However, a stronghold like Phoenix City, because of its nearly ubiquitous radio-type purifiers that covered every corner of the city, the residents of Phoenix City didn't have to live in an underground world that had no sky in it.

And Eternal Night City, where the Dark Council was located, had even developed a magnetic energy barrier that covered the entire city to isolate the external world from the invasion, and also had the effect of defending against the sky.

But without exception, you have to be very rich to live on the surface.

Regardless of whether it was the thousands of radiation purifiers or the magnetic energy barriers, they represented money that could dazzle a person's eyes!

Back at his desk, Sean clicked on his smart computer, and the files popped out one by one.

Theon reviews, approves, signs, and through these operations, Remutt's resources will be efficiently mobilized in preparation for early development.

The office door was pushed open, and Theon knew without looking up that it was Pera.

For throughout Remtrie, only the assistant and lover of Pera had the right to enter his private office without knocking.

"How's it going?"

Sean looked up after finishing a document in his hand.

The snake continued to wrap her hot body in her tight leather clothes, but today her leather jacket was open wide enough that Sean could clearly see her white breasts and a deep gully.

Even with Sean's mental fortitude, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his body began to have a normal physiological reaction.

It had been three days since Pera had left Remutt to carry out her mission, and she had come back today to dress up.

When she saw Sean's reaction to her, she was secretly pleased.

On the surface, however, she appeared extremely cold and callous. However, it was this strange aura that combined with her ice-cold personality that made her known as the 'beautiful female snake'.

"I've already spread the news of Zero and Parkland through various underground channels. By now, the various bases along the coastline should know about this news."

"Furthermore, I heard that many underground powers have already set up betting rates based on this matter. The Parkland family must be fuming with rage by now."

Petra gave a rare smile.

Sean nodded in satisfaction. "Well done!"

He pointed to his thigh again, and she sat down.

Pera did not stand on ceremony. Her plump buttocks rested on Sean's lap.

Then he stuck his sharp tongue into Theon's mouth, begging desperately. Theon could feel the fire burning inside her, and he was doing the same himself.

When the door of the office had been locked, Theon reached into the collar of Pera's coat, searching among the towering peaks.

The beautiful snake's body became increasingly fiery, and its body twisted even more violently.

She stood up and sat down on his lap, facing Sean.

Pella unzipped her leather jacket to reveal her white body, but she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Then she picked Sean's head up and buried it deep in her twin peaks.

The blazing flames between the two finally erupted. Under the artificial lighting outside the office, the two figures engaged in an intense battle.

Two hours later, Pera reluctantly dressed and helped Sean with his appearance.

Theon touched her delicate face with his hand. Only in her body could he feel the intensity and splendor of life.

"What are we going to do next, boss?"

Even though Theon had become the man in charge of Remutt, she called him by his old name.

Theon did not mind. This was the privilege that Pera deserved.

"Nothing, my dear Pera."

"All we have to do is wait."

"Wait?"

"That's right."

It is not until zero is out of Death's Ridge that our next move begins.

But before that, we just have to watch in silence. "

Pera barely understood, but she never questioned Sean's judgment.

All she had to do was complete all the tasks Theon had given her, and do her duty as his woman.

Sean knew that success was reserved for those who were prepared, but also for those who were patient.

And he had never lacked patience, and had made perfect preparations.

Everything was waiting for the moment he stepped out of Death's Ridge!

Theon was waiting, and so were Atessa and Monnie.

What was different was that they were waiting for Zero to wake up.

Since rushing out of the canyon last night, Lingcun had been in a coma. Furthermore, he was in a bad condition due to a high fever in the morning.

Aisha checked his body and found that all the wounds that had healed before had cracked. In addition, the poison from the radiation had swept over him before he came out of the valley last night, causing the muscle tissue at the edges of the wound to show a state of necrosis.

Although she'd cleaned part of his necrotic muscles, the process hadn't stopped.

It was a condition that Atatha knew from the prophet Gunat that this was a harbinger of a genetic breakdown.

Because the collapsing gene could no longer allow the body to repair itself, the deterioration of the zero injury could no longer be controlled.

If this continued, in less than 24 hours, he would die from the complete collapse of his genes!

At this point, she only knew one way to save her life.

That was one of the methods that the Sham people had passed down from time to time — man-eating!

Chapter end