Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 608 - 605 the agreement that was made

Chapter 608: 605, the agreement that was made? Chapter 608: 605, the agreement that was made? Saran and Little John Wittbach fell silent for another half an hour.

By now, it was past 1 a.m.

Eventually.

The first to lose patience was Saran.

She spoke curtly, “Let’s get straight to the point, I’m very dissatisfied with father’s distribution, I should have received more.”

Little John Wittbach glanced at her and said noncommittally, “I have no objections to father’s distribution, but under the current circumstances, it indeed affects the family’s development.”

The hunters hidden in the darkness never utter any words that could be used against them.

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Saran said discontentedly, “I only care about what I rightfully deserve, I will not meddle with the rest, you should be the same, right?”

It wasn’t just one or two people eyeing Alex’s inheritance.

More predators were lying in wait in the shadows.

Little John Wittbach was, of course, aware of this, but he remained silent for a second, feigning contemplation, then shook his head, “We haven’t reached that point yet, for now, we can only wait for an opportunity.”

Saran scoffed, “Opportunity? There’s always an opportunity, I know you want to wait for her to die, but by that time, the matter will already be settled.”

“Father is already old, his eyes only see the people from Alex’s line, plus that Exorcist son-in-law… such a laughable thought.”

The connection between the two statements was weak.

Saran was simply expressing her dissatisfaction and anger.

She couldn’t help but raise her voice, “Just because she’s the eldest granddaughter, she gets so many resources, just because she has an Exorcist as a boyfriend, even though she’s now a vegetable, not knowing when she’ll die, she gets so much time and tolerance?”

“Why? Am I not also a member of the Wittbach family?”

“Why should the inheritance I receive be just a meager few million?”

Little John Wittbach sneered internally, thinking, “Isn’t that enough? You are an illegitimate child after all; you couldn’t possibly believe that if she dies, you would get more, could you?”

The division of profits is always in the hands of those at the very top.

Compared to them, those at a lower level can only accept what is given.

However.

Little John Wittbach understood that now was the time someone needed to break the ice, so he said, “My sister, it’s true you’ve received too little, but now is really not the right moment, we must wait a little longer.”

Saran said sarcastically, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, no one will end up a loser, wait? Wait until when, until she dies? By then, how to divide the cake will already be planned.”

“That old man knows everything, he’s hoping his Asian grandson-in-law will wake Alex up and then hand over the control of the family to Lawrence, allowing his beloved granddaughter to live comfortably.”

Little John Wittbach looked at Saran intently, then pondered and said, “Perhaps we could consider placing our bets ahead of time?”

Saran continued to sneer, “You try? The Exorcist is still around.”

Little John Wittbach feigned a sigh, “Yes, we can only wait.”

Saran said disdainfully, “Stop playing guessing games, you just want someone to jump out and take the blame. If someone made a move, you’ve probably already planned out what comes next, haven’t you?”

Little John Wittbach froze, then flashed a smile at Saran.

Saran also smiled back.

“Just like that?”

“Can you be absolutely sure it’s safe…”

“Of course, no one will find out it was us.”

Having said that, both of them stood up.

Saran walked out of the study without a word.

Little John Wittbach did not see her out, as if their collaboration had come to an end.

After quite a while.

Little John Wittbach went over to the sofa where Saran had been seated, searched around, and from a crease in the sofa, he found a round button that matched the color of the sofa.

It was a listening device.

With a pinch.

Crack…

The listening device was crushed instantly.

Little John Wittbach walked to his desk expressionlessly and picked up a pen that lay upon it.

It turned twice.

Inside, an SD card was inserted.

Clearly, this was a recording pen.

“I never said I wanted to kill her.”

“However, as Alex’s uncle, I find it quite ironic that someone in the family is coveting her inheritance rights.”

“The Wittebach family, is everyone’s heart so cold?”

“Alas… I feel too sorry for this niece of mine.”

Little John Wittbach’s sneer was ceaseless…

But what he didn’t notice was,

that an aging envelope, which had been tucked in with the letters on one side, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

…

Inside Alex’s hospital room.

Du Wei looked at the envelope floating in front of him, his gaze growing ever colder.

Just a moment ago,

the envelope had told him everything it had discovered.

Not only Little John Wittbach and Saran but others had been under its surveillance as well.

[Master, the Wittebach family is truly too cruel. Besides that Little John Wittbach, there’s hardly a good person in the family. The envelope really likes this family; why don’t we slaughter all of them and turn them into Evil Spirits?]

[The envelope reckons, those scumbags would become very powerful Evil Spirits, and our Legion of Evil Spirits could expand greatly in an instant.]

[Right now, only the envelope and the foolish Shadow are by your side. The envelope is very worried about your safety…]

[Oh, that Little John Wittbach is quite humane. Reckon such a good person cannot become an Evil Spirit, let’s spare his dog life then.]

Lines of text emerged from the envelope.

Du Wei saw it all, the chill in his eyes deepening even more.

He clutched the envelope and countered, “What makes you think that Little John Wittbach is a good person? Haven’t you noticed how sinister he has always been?”

The envelope was stunned.

[Sinister? Not at all, he’s merely a mortal; he doesn’t qualify to be called sinister in your presence, he just doesn’t!]

[Wait… do you mean to say, he’s the worst of them all?]

The envelope quickly came to a realization.

[Then shall we turn him into an Evil Spirit?]

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[Such wickedness to the core, it would be a waste for him not to join under your command.]

Du Wei spoke coldly, “Shut up.”

The envelope didn’t dare to speak anymore.

Following that.

Du Wei called out coldly, “Shadow.”

The next second.

Shadow stepped out from his shadow, one hand holding a Dagger, the other an Evil Spirit Scalpel.

It was like the most loyal servant, always standing behind its master.

Always appearing at a mere call.

Du Wei released the envelope and gave his cold order to Shadow, “Don’t you enjoy wringing towels? Go and slaughter Little John Wittbach for me, but I don’t want his head. As for that woman named Saran, whether you shred her to pieces or simply slaughter her, do as you please.”

The envelope couldn’t help but remind him.

[Master, it seems the Wittebach family had made a pact with you in the past, preventing Evil Spirits from harming them… You have to act personally.]

Du Wei said indifferently, “Any pact I make will never restrain myself.”

Having said this, Du Wei frowned and added, “As for the others…”

Du Wei hesitated for a second, then closed his eyes and said, “Freddy, it’s time for you to be put to use.”