"Take out the phone bug in the cabinet." Clockdal seemed very laborious to speak. No wonder, there was something like a tin pen inserted into the lungs, and no one would be able to live a better life.

After hearing Clockdal's words, Vill's eyes lit up and he watched the guy surrender.

Fortunately, if this guy holds on for a while, he will be really not far from death because the "Yi Blood" sucks too much blood.

Weir took out the phone bug in the cabinet and looked carefully.

This is the phone bug dedicated to the Qiwuhai? Nothing special.

"Give me the phone bug, it's not the one used by the Seven Warriors Sea. Also, take away this damn thing. It's too difficult for me to speak. I want to talk to my partner and let her pick it up." Clockdal could no longer bear the strange thing in his lungs, and wanted to use the call as an excuse to ask Vir to take the thing away.

"Are you sure? You may have to be a little prepared to pull out this thing, but it will only be possible in the later stage of the third stage." Weir was a little embarrassed. He had known that Clockdal still needed to call him, so he would not have plugged this thing in his arms.

Weir had to take out some anesthetics in his backpack behind him and injected some into Clokdal.

Then, Weir slowly began to pull out the 'iron brush' from Clockdal's lung lobe.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah." Clockdal wailed, and some blood bubbles appeared in his mouth.

After the "iron brush" was completely pulled out, Clockdal was exhausted.

The "iron brush" pulled out is no longer what it was like at the beginning. It is like a blasting head, expanding from the original droplet to the round shape, with tiny spikes on it.

This is one of the masterpieces of the second senior sister. The tip of the "Iron Brush" is made of special materials. After slowly absorbing moisture, it will become straight, hard, and expand. This is also the reason why Clockdal has difficulty speaking.

Clockdal slowed down for a long time before he regained consciousness.

"Which pervert invented this ghost thing? The people in your master are all perverts and madmen." Clockdal looked at Vir hatred.

"Clockdal, it seems you want to continue to move to the next stage?" After saying that, Weir put down the phone bug and looked straight at Clockdal.

Clockdal stopped talking because he really didn't want to provoke this lunatic anymore.

Seeing that Clockdal stopped talking, Vir was not aggressive, but picked up the phone bug and placed the microphone next to Clockdal.

After a while, the phone worm was picked up, and the person who picked up was Robin.

"miss allsunday, it's me mr.0. You go to the secret base now. Under my office chair, there is a secret lattice. The password is '084355'. There is a phone bug inside. Take it to the rain banquet. Then come to my office. I'll wait for you here." After Clockdal finished speaking, before Robin could reply, Vier hung up the phone bug.

"I have asked Miss Allsunday to send a phone call bug and kill me." Clockdal is now begging for death because he doesn't think that Vir will let him go. Who will let someone be tortured by himself?

But he didn't know that Weir had this hobby.

Weir ignored Clockdal and wandered around the luxurious office, but before he could wander for too long, he was attracted by something, that was a wine cabinet.

"Tsk tsk, these are really good wines." Weir sighed at the wine in a wine cabinet.

But when Ville saw a bottle of wine, he no longer sighed.

"Damn, you actually put the tac wine from 200 years ago in the wine cabinet for exhibition, saying, how long has it been stored, and where did it come from?" Weir was angry at the bottle of peerless wine in front of him, who was ruined by Clockdal so much.

Clockdal was startled by Vir's reaction. He didn't know what he was doing, but because he was tortured by Vir too hard, he could only answer obediently.

"These wines were found in the cellar of his palace when he kidnapped Nafirutali Cobra. I took them back when I thought it was good and it took about a few days." After answering Vir's question, Clockdal closed his eyes and stopped talking to the madman in front of him, for fear that any words would offend him again, so he gave him a stage.

If that were the case, he would rather die. If he hadn't known that he would have bitten himself, he would have bitten it long ago. Compared with the pain now, biting the tongue is nothing.

After listening to Clockdal's answer, Weir was very happy. He carefully packaged the precious bottle of wine and put it away as if he had found a baby, because he wanted to try it for his senior brother after returning to Roger Town in the future. This is a peerless good wine and he may not be able to buy it if he has money.

As for other wines, they are all fine products. Weier packed them together directly. During this period, he did not forget to take out a bottle of wine of unknown type, intending to satisfy his craving now.

Opening the bottle mouth, Weir took a sip.

It's so pure, so strong, so good taste, and a great wine.

Weir closed his eyes and enjoyed for a while, and couldn't help but take a big sip. For some reason, when his senior brother was alive, Weir only drank occasionally, but after his senior brother died, he liked drinking more and more, and recently he had not drunk for three days. That was really a terrible thought.

But Weir knew that with his physical fitness, alcohol could no longer cause harm to his body, let alone dependence, so the alcohol addiction may be very small. If you say so, it should be a mental dependence, and more likely it is his longing for his senior brother.

Thinking of his senior brother, a smile appeared on the corner of Weier's mouth, and the embarrassing things he had experienced after drinking too much together.

The funnyest time was that Weier and his senior brother were both drunk, and that time he even invited a master. He was a little drunk because he was at his senior brother's house, so Senior Sister An was there too.

Later, I don’t know what happened, my senior brother strongly asked Weir to marry his five-year-old daughter Little Anna. Weir, who was already drunk at the time, actually agreed. Weir still remembered that the master slapped the table, stood up, and shouted, “I’ll be the witness.”

In the end, Senior Sister An sent several drunks back to their respective rooms.

Thinking of this, Weir couldn't help but smile, his eyes full of longing, but just now, Weir heard the sound of sand being trampled.

Weill knew that it was Robin who came to deliver the phone.

Robin, who had just arrived at the Rain Banquet, knew that there was a fight here, and he had told Vill that Clockdal was here, and that should be the battle between Vill and Clockdal.

Robin hesitated a little. Neither side is easy to mess with. She wants to turn around and leave now, but when she thinks that Vill knows the clues of the historical article, her steps are even more determined.

The moment Robin opened the door, he was stunned by the terrifying scene in front of him. Even though she had experienced a lot of darkness, she was still a little weak now.

Looking at Clockdal's strange tool, Robin could no longer bear it, so he bent down and began to retching.

She had seen the dead and the dismembered corpse, but what Robin saw now was a scene that was many times more cruel than the dead and the dismembered corpse. This strong woman almost dripped her tears.

Robin turned around and wanted to escape, but at this moment, a cold voice from a man came from behind him.

"If you dare to run, I'll let you sit there and enjoy the treatment of Clockdal."

When Robin heard this cold voice, he seemed to have been immobilized and did not dare to move. His slender calves were trembling.
Chapter completed!