Chapter 608: Not worth saving

The mage threw the horns on the ground and opened the office door.

Mollier was standing outside the door.

Seeing the blood dripping from under the horns, he covered his mouth in shock,

"How could this be..."

"You seem to be surprised?" Philip asked knowingly, "he was so thanks to you."

"Didn't you say...just talk to him...and promise you won't harm him?"

Morrill's face turned pale and his voice trembled, "You said...you won't harm

him..."

"The premise is that he is as obedient as you. We have always been tolerant of

those who are willing to take refuge." Philip smiled, "Unfortunately, until

this time, he still intends to fight the factory to the end, and we have no

choice."

Moriel fell to his knees and let out a retching sound.

"Speaking of which, don't you ever think that it will get to this point? If

you say you are completely unprepared, you are lying to yourself, right?"

The manager leaned back, raised one leg, and looked down at Molly, but the

latter couldn't say a word of rebuttal for a long while.

The factory is never a good kind, of course he knows this!

It is precisely because of this that Moriel is full of fear for these people.

If it wasn't that there was no way to go back, how could he help the other

party to arrange a horn to come over.

"But rest assured, you will be rewarded by Mr. Azie, and it is not impossible

to become a master in one step." Philip soothed.

"Do you...what else do you want me to do?" he replied with a dry voice.

This is the end of the matter, and nothing can be undone.

"The factory does have new goods that need to be moved, but it's not in the

Azure Fort Seaport, but in another place. You only need to cooperate with us

later." Philip waved his hand to signal him to leave first.

After Morrill stumbled out of the office, the steward went to the closet next

to the desk and opened the door of the cabinet.

"How is it? Seeing the person you worked hard to protect, what does it look

like?"

"Woo-"

Momora was ** in the cabinet.

Not only did she have her hands and feet ** tightly with twine, but she also

had cloth strips in her mouth. Although you can't see the situation in the

room, you can also tell from the movement in the ears what happened in the

room.

She waited for Philip with angrily eyes, flames burning in her pupils.

"What a terrible look. But what can you do if you are just a half-beast?"

Philip took off the cloth strip from her mouth. "To be honest, I feel really

worthless for you. Forget the person's original appearance."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Momora coughed sharply, "You do this... don't you be

afraid of the hired workers of Baiguoyuan...resolutely fight with you to the

end?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid." Philip laughed, "That's why we will act

against the leader first. Do you think that without you diehards, how many

people will really fight the factory in the future? In fact, like Moriel? Such

talents are the norm, and you expect them to be united forever. It is too high

for them."

Momora's expression changed abruptly, "Where is Mrs. Karan? Don't you even

plan to let her go!?"

"A half-dead old thing, is it too long to take part in this kind of thing?"

Philip is still polite, but his words are as deadly as a poisonous snake.

"Gore will solve her. You don't need to worry about this."

Momora felt blood from all over his head.

She gritted her teeth for a long time before staring at the steward and said,

"...Kill me."

"Not for the time being." Philip shook his head. "The reason why I let you see

this with your own eyes is to tell you that the hired worker is not worth

saving. Everything you did was wasted."

"Don't you want me to turn to the factory!"

"That's not necessary. As long as you are alive, it will be of great help to

us." Philip put the cloth strip back into her mouth, and then looked at the

mage, "It's time for the next step."

…

"Mrs. Karan, have the packing group's goods been counted?"

In the warehouse, Gore asked with a notebook. This is also a routine check

before the goods go out of the market. For different quality jams, the

packaging specifications are not the same. It’s just that the packaging team

used to report it on its own, and the supervisor would review it. Managers

rarely deal with such trivial matters in person.

But the supervisor did not show up in the factory for the past two days, so

when Gore was in charge of the check, Mrs. Karan was not suspicious.

"Almost, there is one last pile left. The total number of first-class products

should be more than the last two months."

"Really?" Gore put down his notebook calmly and took out the gauntlet around

his waist-he deliberately replaced the thorny part of the club head with a

solid iron ball, which seemed to reduce the deterrence, but it can be targeted

at the critical point. The killing effect is even better.

Mrs. Karan asked suddenly, "Mr. Gore, do you have any children?"

Gore frowned slightly, "Of course there is, why are you asking this?"

The other party counted the goods and said, "The child should be doing pretty

well, right? But have you ever thought about what kind of life will he lead if

your family suffers an accident and the child falls to the bottom?"

"Are you cursing me?" Gore sneered.

"Whatever you want to understand, but what I want to say is that what we do is

not bad for you." Mrs. Karan said calmly. "You are only working for Azie. The

probability of wanting to become a big businessman is very small. , And for

Azieu, you can be replaced at any time. A little bit of pulling back from the

upper layer can greatly improve the lower layer. Isn’t this an ideal thing?"

"..." Gore was silent for a while.

"It seems that you are also aware of it." Karan smiled, "In a sense, there is

no essential difference between you and an employee. Once your employer

abandons you, your family will be upended. The big change. I couldn’t be more

clear about this kind of thing..."

"Do you think your Excellency Azie would sit back and watch this happen?"

"Of course he won't, but he can't change all of this."

Gore couldn't help but sarcastically said, "I don't see that you still have

this ability."

"As long as he can't produce jam alone, the final victory cannot belong to

him." Mrs. Karan didn't take any notice of his sarcasm. "Momora is right.

Everyone will see what we do. In the eyes, there will only be more and more

people choosing to fight. With Azie alone, it is impossible to stop this

storm."

"Maybe." Gore walked slowly behind her, "but what you said is just possible."

And if he can't fulfill Philip's order, something will happen.

It is precisely because he will be replaced that he has to work hard to hold

this rope tightly.

Gore raised the bat in his hand and hit her on the top of the head as soon as

the other party looked back!