Opening an office in Taila

"Oh, wow, what a beautiful lady. Is this your boss?" Song Yufeng pretended not to know and asked the soldier beside him.

"Do you have any objections?" Mandela frowned, then slowly walked to Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng smiled and said, "I don't have any objections. I just think it's surprising that such a beautiful lady is the boss of a violent organization. It's quite a contrast, isn't it?"

Mandela glanced at Song Yufeng with some disdain, then looked at Margaret.

"Oh, I know you. I remember that three generations of your ancestors were police officers. Your name is Margaret, right? I didn't expect that you are working as an assistant to a third-rate detective." Mandela said with some ridicule.

Margaret opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. Although she didn't know who this person was, what she said was indeed right. In her eyes, Song Yufeng was just a third-rate detective.

"Okay, let me introduce myself. I'm Mandela. Remember, if I'm in a bad mood in the future, you have to call me Lord Mandela. Don't provoke me, otherwise..." Mandela's hands were condensed with magic, and the powerful pressure made the hairs of several soldiers present stand up. Margaret also looked at Mandela with some fear.

Only Song Yufeng acted as if nothing had happened. Mandela was a little dissatisfied, but in order to complete the organization's mission, she held back her anger and said calmly, "You have been investigating our organization's affairs recently. Now I want you to stop. You have crossed the line too much."

"Oh, so you came here for this. Then you have to pay something, right?" Song Yufeng said with a smile.

Mandela felt very unhappy. From the moment this guy named Song Yufeng came in until now, he had been keeping a faint smile. He was obviously just a small detective, but he dared to challenge his authority like this. This made Mandela very unhappy.

"You still want benefits?"

"What else? I've spent countless dollars investigating your case. Now that you want me to stop investigating, you should at least give me some compensation, right?"

Margaret was stunned. No, my friend, the situation is stronger than you, and you actually dare to ask her for compensation. You'd be lucky to get away alive!

So Margaret tried to hint at him with her eyes frantically, but Song Yufeng pretended not to see it and just stared at Mandela with a smile.

For some reason, Mandela felt a little uneasy when he stared at her, which made her even more irritated.

But when she thought of the task that the adult had given her, she took a deep breath and said, "What do you want?"

"Victorian Pound."

Mandela could accept it, after all, the funding allocated to her was a full amount of pounds.

"Deep Pool is in a critical period of development now, and we must not attract too much attention. If we can calm things down, as long as the other party's conditions are reasonable enough, then we should satisfy them." Mandela remembered what the adult said.

"Okay, I can give it to you, but you are absolutely not allowed to investigate anything related to the Deep Pool in the future, and you are not allowed to tell anyone what you know today. Otherwise, it won't be as simple as it is today." Mandela said coldly.

As he spoke, Mandela waved his hand, and a soldier took out two suitcases.

"There are 5000 pounds in this suitcase. After you take it away, remember, you have never seen us and we have never seen you. Do you understand?" Mandela said.

"I understand." Song Yufeng took the cash box, touched Margaret, and hurried out of the room.

Margaret was stunned for a moment, then immediately followed Song Yufeng outside.

Sure enough, just as Song Yufeng had expected, they were put on black hoods at the door. Then the two men took them back and forth for ten minutes before taking off the hoods. They had already arrived at an extremely unfamiliar alley.

"At least we're out of danger." Song Yufeng said with a smile.

Margaret was a little slow to react. She thought that she would have to fight her way out, but she didn't expect that he would actually get out without using any weapons and actually get some benefits.

Pounds! An ordinary policeman's monthly salary is only about 500 pounds. Even if her family has been police officers for three generations, this amount of pounds is definitely not a small amount.

What surprised Margaret even more was that Song Yufeng could actually laugh when facing such a terrifying enemy. He didn't seem nervous at all, as if everything was under his control. She couldn't help but think of the way Song Yufeng gripped the hilt of her sword at that time, and how her own strength was completely insurmountable.

Who on earth is Song Yufeng?

"How on earth did you do it? How dare you talk to that guy like that? Aren't you afraid that she will kill you?" On the way back, Margaret couldn't help but asked.

"It's very simple. The Shenchi organization has only dared to make small moves so far, rather than large-scale riots. This shows that they are still developing. They must not attract too much attention at this time. Although they have made a lot of small moves, they have not touched the interests of the police after all. But after all, I am a person who has direct cooperation with the police. Once they really kill me, the reputation of the police in Xiaoqiu County will be completely ruined, and it will inevitably attract a large-scale police search. This is definitely something they don't want to see." Song Yufeng said.

"Is that so?" Margaret always felt that Song Yufeng's explanation was a bit far-fetched.

In fact, there is another reason why Song Yufeng dared to do this, that is, he knew what kind of person Mandela was. Although she was cruel and arrogant, she always put Shen Chi first. Song Yufeng believed that Mandela would not destroy Shen Chi's future because of a momentary impulse.

Besides, even if Song Yufeng wanted to leave, not to mention one Mandela, even ten Mandela might not be able to keep Song Yufeng.

"As my assistant, you can't just think about fighting and killing. If you can avoid killing, don't kill." Song Yufeng said earnestly.

You sound like you've killed a lot of people, even though you look about the same age as me. Margaret complained in her heart.

"Boss, what does it feel like to kill someone? I've never killed anyone before."

"Murder." Song Yufeng's tone suddenly became low. After a long moment, he said, "At first, you feel fear and uneasiness, but when you kill enough people, you naturally become numb. But one day, when you stand in the cemetery and look at the dead, you will see that your hands are stained with their blood. At that time, you will only feel nausea and disgust towards killing."

Margaret was stunned. Song Yufeng's sad and helpless expression at this moment did not seem like an act at all.

What was his past like? Margaret suddenly became curious.

"So now, I have a strong respect for life, for every life in this world."