The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 489: What Shandel is good at

"Is this the person we want to kill?"

In the carriage.

Rose looked through the glass at the trembling old man who was supported by the coachman.

When Shandel got off the bus, she immediately took off her boots and put her feet, covered with green velvet socks, on Shandel's seat.

"She is now in the second ring." Roland reminded someone while holding a cigar.

"Even if she is an eight-ring, it doesn't change the fact that we saved her." The snitch snorted, bent his legs and took off his socks, and put his bare feet on the position of Shandel: "Does it look good?"

She pointed to the fresh green paint on her toes.

"I found that painting nails also requires a lot of skills. The weight, mixing the paint and the application of tools - Roland, do you think it would be profitable to open a shop specializing in painting nails for people?"

Roland squinted his eyes: "Are you ready to smell the feet of half the women in London?"

Rose: ...

His face turned blue.

"I can hire someone who is physically strong and not afraid of the smell," she argued.

The girl who had recently performed well in 'Business and Courses' was unwilling to be defeated by Roland's light-hearted rebuttal - in fact, the 'nail painting business' was not like the current one, which came from a flash of inspiration:
She pondered over it for a long time.

"You can hardly get a well-behaved, well-educated lady to expose her feet to a strange man."

Roland glanced at the restless eyes and found that they were increasingly jumping towards his face. He couldn't help but raise his cigar and bite it in his mouth: "You will put it in the newspaper, Rose, the bad kind."

Rose didn't care whether it was published in the newspaper or not, she only cared about what Roland said was "unruly".

"You think I'm not a lady?"

"Didn't you hate this word before?"

"Times have changed, Roland, times have changed." The thief shook his head and muttered in a strange voice, not like a lady, but like a certain kind of old gentleman who always talks about "rules".

Roland: ...

"I bet she got that word from James Shelley."
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I bet on that too.

"What's that expression on your face?" Rose got angry when she saw his disbelieving look: "James said! I will make you look at me in a new light soon!"

"You've already done it, Rose." Roland looked at the two legs that were pulling each other teasingly, and saw them burying their heads in shame and curling up into a ball. "Hmm... a lady of the new era."

"I take a shower every day now!" Rose bumped the man next to her with her shoulder and said seriously, "You should apologize for your impolite behavior. Questioning the upbringing of a lady only shows your lack of morality and your indecent status!"

"Wow."

“She learned a lot of words.”
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Environment changes people.

"Rose, no matter what, you are my best friend."

"So this is how you treat your 'best friend'?" Rose narrowed her eyes. "Dislocate her jaw?"

Roland: ...

"Honestly, Roland. Honestly, am I ahead of that dirty woman?"

Roland pretended to be serious, his two golden eyes full of questions: "Who are you talking about?"

Rose was a little annoyed, and she slapped her feet on someone's seat a few times - just like she often imagined, one day she would be able to look down from above and slap someone in the face:
"Who else? That Holy Cross bitch - um, I mean, your 'kind-hearted' best friend."

Rose, this is so interesting.

"As long as you can breathe through your nostrils, you will continue to attract those immoral stinking holes..." Rose curled her lips: "As your first woman, Roland, I am just giving you some advice - it is up to you to listen or not. You are a man and I am a woman. I will not influence your thoughts."

"It's just a suggestion." She emphasized again, her green eyes staring at Roland, not like a light 'suggestion', "You can't let her succeed... Look, just saving someone has caused so much trouble..."

"She'll get you into more trouble."

"Stay away from her."

Roland touched his neck subconsciously: "You mean, 'intimate act'——"

"Of course! She's not in her right mind. You must have seen a lunatic with a mental problem before - even I've visited a lunatic asylum. If you haven't, I can take you there tomorrow. The ticket is not expensive..."

At this point, Rose asked suspiciously: "You...didn't kiss?"

Roland was speechless: "To be honest, let alone kissing, I just slapped her recently." "A slap?!" The thief was very happy: "Why?! She made you unhappy, right! You should treat her like this! When a woman is not well-behaved——"

When she found that Roland was staring at her face silently, she reacted instantly, showing her two rows of teeth, and said fiercely:

"I'm different! If you dare to slap me, I'll punch you in the nose!"

She raised her fist and waved it in front of Roland:
"But to deal with such a vicious person, you have to be a man! Roland, in addition to slapping her," she did not think of asking Roland for details, but only cared about her own excitement and lowered her voice: "You can also strangle her neck!"

"Annie used to punish those disobedient girls who made mistakes in this way!"

She spoke very quickly.

"Hit them in the stomach, and it won't leave a mark. Pull their hair, it hurts but they can't struggle!"

"Xandel will love her to death."

Roland frowned as he watched her waving her arms and legs, as excited as if she had found herself.

Rose taught Roland a few fighting techniques, then suddenly remembered something and grabbed Roland's wrist: "She didn't hit you back, did she?"

"Why did you hit her?"

Now she remembered to ask.

Roland: "She dislocated my jaw."

The time in the carriage suddenly stopped.

What the thoughtful girl had learned recently and what she had seen over the years could not allow her to understand how a woman could dislocate a man's jaw.

Think about it more carefully, and think of the person who said this.

Only then did I realize that I was being teased again.

Rose: Luo! Lan!

The man, who was staggering back and forth, was thrown onto the soft chair by the little cheetah and had his nose bitten by it.

"You filthy little bastard!"

"Cigar! The cigar fell!"

"Let the cigar die! I'm going to bite your nose off!"

…………

……

Wells was a target for Louis Heyman.

As the price of saving Shandel, Roland must take his life in a painful and desperate way.

To be honest, this made him a little embarrassed - not because of the murder, but also because of whether Wells was good or bad.

No matter he is a kind-hearted person or a wicked person.

What really troubled Roland was that he didn't know what it meant to be "painful and desperate" or how to make people "die in despair" - he was not good at abusing people.

Although Wrench said he was talking bullshit.

But facing a dying old man, a man who has lost his wealth, his wife, and has no children in his life...

——How can he make a person who is already desperate and ready to die even more desperate?
There was nothing Rose could do about it.

She's only good at stealing, climbing walls, and dislocating her jaw.

The ultimate final.

Shandel took over the task.

"You got into trouble because of me, so I should help you solve it."

no doubt.

She’s one hundred percent good at it.

(End of this chapter)