"Mr. Pochur, do we need to do something for the young master?"

The figure was wearing a black dress, covered in darkness, and his voice was extremely unpleasant.

“No need.”

Pochur shook his head: "It's just a few Chinese people who don't know how to live or die. I'll find a few people to deal with it and throw them into the sea."

"yes!"

After the black shadow answered, he quietly returned to the wall.

Pochul made a random call and ordered the task.

I didn't pay attention to this matter anymore.

Instead, he focused on the document and report in front of him.

His face became very ugly.

Just recently, he received particularly bad news.

It was a very difficult and uncomfortable news that made him not know what to do.

"How did these damn bastards make their business like this?"

"How come the murder king I finally cultivated was beaten to death like this!"

"It's really damn!"

“Where did that damn Noah come from?

Why have I never seen him before?"

The more Pochul thought about it, the more angry he became.

Let your men go directly to investigate Noah's situation, either kill him or train him to become the second murderer.

After all, it took a lot of his thoughts and money to cultivate a murderer king.

It hurts a long time to lose one.

Although he looked at a small underground boxing ring, and although Pochul was particularly rich, the income he earned was millions of dollars every time he played.

After a month.

That's hundreds of millions.
Chapter completed!