The morning light shone through the mountains and rivers.
In the dry city of Arabastan, at the edge of Almaru, in the Spiderman Coffee Shop.
"It's about time. But what's going on this time? First, it's the heavy rain. Then, that mysterious boss called for all members to gather. This time, it's probably going to announce something big.”
The lady boss of the Spider-Man Coffee Shop, an elegant woman wearing a white and green pirate headscarf, wiped her coffee cup and whispered to herself.
Ding!
The bell rang.
The door of the coffee shop opened. A tall and wooden man walked into the coffee shop with a dachshund and an old woman with heavy makeup.
"Mr. 4, it's all your fault for being so heavy. It hurts…it hurts!"
The high-ranking agent of Baroque Workshop, Mole Man Miss MerryChristmas, complained.
"I…I'm sorry." The tall Mr. 4 instantly blushed and apologized humbly.
"Oh hahahahaha!"
An exaggerated laughter rang out as a beautiful girl wearing a lemon-patterned dress entered with an umbrella.
Behind her, a dark-skinned man with an afro was coldly…picking his nose.
"Hurry up and get out of my way. Exaggerated woman and booger man, don't block my way.”
Baroque's high-level agent, codenamed Mr. 2, the transvestite, Feng Klei, walked in a circle with his steps.
"Oh, Mr. 2, your dance is as disgusting as ever.”A skinny man with a big 3-letter hairstyle elegantly held a cup of black tea and said sarcastically.
Beside him was a little loli who looked about ten years old. She carried a drawing board and some paint on her back.
Although she looked like a loli, the fact that she was qualified to appear here already represented her identity.
She was also one of Baroque's high-level agents, codenamed Miss Golden Week, her real name was Marian, and she was born with superpowers.
"What did you say? Mr. 3, my circle dance is the most beautiful dance in the world.”Feng Kray argued loudly.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. I want to ask you what you think of the rain yesterday.”The owner of the coffee shop, Bora, tried to mediate.
One of the questions silenced the high-level agents in the coffee shop.
To be honest, when they saw the sudden heavy rain yesterday, they were all equally dumbfounded.
After all, that was the plan that they had painstakingly prepared for three years!
They were supposed to start harvesting in a few months, but the rain had come, making all their efforts in the past three years in vain.
Who could withstand this!
If it weren't for this gathering, these high-level agents would have gathered together to put pressure on the boss that they had never even seen before.
"When we get there, I'll ask that so-called boss what's going on.”
The old Molefolk woman Dorofy voiced the thoughts of the high-level agents present.
Dang!
At this moment, the clock struck eight in the morning.
At the same time, a cold-looking tall man with green hair appeared.
The last senior agent of Baroque Workshop, Mr. 1 Dazponis, who used to be a bounty hunter for West Ocean, arrived on time.
Bang! Bang!
The owner of the coffee shop, Bora, clapped her hands, took off her glasses, shook her hair, and said,"Binky is already in position. Now, let's go to the dream city. The man we haven't met yet is still waiting for us.”
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There was still about 15 minutes until 8 pm.
Arabastan's dream city, Rainy Land, was bustling with noise and excitement.
Especially the huge pyramid casino in the center that belonged to the seventh warrior, Heckroddal.
However, what people did not know was that from today onwards, this huge gold-consuming cave had already taken the surname Luo.
In a secret room on the basement level of the pyramid.
The eyes of the live video phone bug, which was half the height of a human, projected an image of a group of Baroque senior agents eating and drinking at the conference table outside.
"What do you think?" Rollin said.
Naturally, he was asking Krogdal, who was tied to a stone chair on the sea floor, about his thoughts on the organization he had worked so hard to run being owned by others.
"Humph!"
Krogdahl, who had woken up from his coma, snorted coldly, his expression ugly.
He could naturally guess the deeper meaning behind Rollin's words.
This was originally a method he was prepared to use on the Arabastan royal family, which was also King Cobra.
However, because of Rollin's appearance, everything changed.
if you steal a chicken but fail, you'll lose rice.
Before he could carry out his plan, he was the first to suffer.
"President, it's almost time.”
Secretary Robin appeared at the door of the secret room. She had her hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a professional short skirt. She had high heels, black silk that reached her knees, and long legs. She pushed her glasses up and reminded him professionally. She was full of the style of a secretary.
Robin's professional performance made Klockdahl's eyelids twitch uncontrollably. He thought to himself that this stinky woman had never been so respectful to him.
Although he didn't care about it in the past, he couldn't help but feel unbalanced when he compared it with the current situation.
In addition, when he thought about what he was about to witness…
Puff!
Krogdahl's eyes went black, and his old injuries acted up, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
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