[BL] I Focus on My Career In Dog Blood Plots

Chapter 230

[Sir, this person may be approaching you with a mission.] A message was sent to An Yinong's cell phone.

[I know, don't worry.]

The Protectors who saw this message back hesitated. It was only fitting for them to stop this meeting, especially if the other party had terrible intentions. But the 'Queen's' request was to let him in.

And once they were exposed, it would be bad for the 'Queen' in the long run.

"We must trust him, just as we trust White Crow."

The crowd was silent. The assassinations against White Crow had all failed, not because of them, the bodyguard assistants, but because of White Crow himself. So the 'Queen' was in the same situation?

"What kind of undercurrents are all dragon-level mutants hiding?"

In the sight of countless people, the older cousin walked into An Yinong's tiny house, carrying a suitcase and a well-tailored suit.

Upon entering, he sat on the fabric couch with a forced smile. The teeth were white, giant white American teeth that cut against his oriental face.

"I heard you became a mutant. Why are you still living in a place like this? Don't they have mutant welfare in Huaxia?"

"Living in a place that's too empty would make me uncomfortable. This is fine." An Yinong poured himself a glass of water, "You want something from me?"

The first cousin's eyes rolled, "I just heard about you and came over to look for you. No matter what, we are both kindred spirits and cousins."

An Yinong didn't answer as he asked his first cousin what song he wanted to listen to. After receiving the answer 'Whatever,' he released a recently popular movie and TV song.

It was a stereo that he had just bought and was of excellent quality, but the first cousin could not appreciate the music and had no idea how to enjoy it. He further tested An Yinong, "It seems like you don't live alone in this house."

"Uh-huh." An Yinong's fingertips tapped on the cooking table. Still, his senses went further away, spreading spherically with him at the center, countless images forming a three-dimensional figurative world. This tiny world contained enemies, friends, and more than a few people who only had one side of the story residing in the neighborhood.

An Yinong's uncooperative nature prevented the visitor from finding a topic of conversation as his eyes swiveled around the corners of the tiny house.

The pride of that long time of looking down and the anger and shame of suddenly being surpassed, and now this self-satisfaction as if he could control the other's future made the older cousin's mood as complex as his expression.

"Want a better life?" Finally, he sank in and got to the point.

An Yinong finally reacted, "What do you mean by a better life?"

"Money, villas, luxury cars, status ...... everything you want." The older cousin's face reddened. He didn't know what kind of past he had thought of. These words excited him, especially when 'status' was mentioned. His longing was undisguised.

"How are you doing there?"

An Yinong's sudden question froze his older cousin. His body leaned back, his hands clasped to his chest, his eyes looking straight ahead, defensiveness written on every cell, but his mouth said the opposite, "Of course it's great, you probably don't know how good the welfare is there, the prices are low, and the neighbors are all hot without all the socializing of people. Unlike Huaxia."

"And the mutants there are very respected and welcomed."

The older cousin suddenly emphasized, "You don't know how much the people there welcome and worship the mutants. Because these mutants protect their city, they are heroes.