I have a wizarding world

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The gatekeeper was swept by the cold light in Fang Cheng's eyes, and suddenly a sense of fear arose.

Immediately afterward, the gatekeeper, who was over two meters tall, seemed ashamed and angry at his own fear.

He straightened his body, looked down at Fang Cheng, who was shorter than him, and said coldly, "Outlander, these are the rules of the Freemasons, I hope you abide by them!"

"What if I say no?" Fang Cheng's mouth curled slightly, a playful expression on his face.

Seeing the tense situation between the two, Hank hurriedly said, "Gatekeeper, Mr. Fang Cheng is a distinguished guest of the Master!"

Hank deliberately emphasized the tone of the words 'distinguished guest'.

The "Knight" was silent for a long time, and slowly said, "I can skip the body search, but he must guarantee that he is not carrying any weapons. Hank, this is the duty of the gatekeeper! It is also the rule of the Freemasons!"

The gatekeeper, clad in knight's armor, spoke in a serious tone.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded towards the clone bodyguards behind him.

Understanding, the clone bodyguard took out a silver-white pistol from his waist and waved it in front of the gatekeeper.

Seeing the uniquely shaped silver pistols in the hands of the two clone bodyguards, the gatekeeper suppressed the surprise in his heart and stretched out his hand, "Give them to me!"

"I think you misunderstood," Fang Cheng took the cigar handed over by the clone bodyguard, took a puff, and slowly exhaled it on the gatekeeper's face, "I'm just telling you, I'm going to take these two guns in!"

Fang Cheng pointed to the gate of the castle with his right hand holding the cigar, and said slowly.

"Damn...damn yellow-skinned monkey, you are provoking me!"

"Whoosh!"

The gatekeeper trembled with anger and suddenly drew the long sword from his waist, pointing it at Fang Cheng.

The moment Hank heard the gatekeeper call Fang Cheng a yellow-skinned monkey, he secretly cried out that things were going to be bad.

Sure enough, when Fang Cheng heard the words 'yellow-skinned monkey', his eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep puff of his cigar, and exhaled it forcefully.

"Hank, I think this gatekeeper, shouldn't be your Master's own son, right?"

"No...no." Hank didn't quite understand what Fang Cheng meant.

"Very good!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the words fell, a loud noise rang out in the manor.

The gatekeeper's head was like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, directly shattered into pieces, red blood mixed with white brain matter, splattering all over the ground.

Clang!

The gatekeeper fell to the ground, the armor on the corpse making a crisp impact sound against the ground.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Immediately, teams of elite warriors in black suits surrounded them, encircling Fang Cheng and the others.

Being pointed at by a group of people with guns, among the four people present, except for Zhang Yun's face turning slightly pale, Fang Cheng and the clone bodyguards behind him showed no change in expression.

"Hank, can we go in now?" Fang Cheng took a puff of his cigar and said casually to Hank.

"Gulp!"

Hank swallowed unconsciously, not knowing how to respond.

"Quickly put away your weapons, who allowed you to be so negligent towards my distinguished guests!"

At this moment, a loud voice rang out.

Fang Cheng followed the voice and looked at the person, a head of golden hair mixed with white hair, a pair of eyes on his wrinkled face, like stars, shining with wise light.

He was wearing an ancient medieval robe, with a symbol of scales and books embroidered on the chest of the robe, which was the symbol of the Freemasons.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master..."

The black-clothed men around immediately put away their guns and shouted respectfully.

Hank also quickly called out. How could he not know that everything in front of him was arranged by the Master.

In fact, Fang Cheng had already discovered through his mental power that the old man in the castle was paying attention to this place.

"Is this the Freemasons' way of treating guests?" Fang Cheng's expression was a little unhappy.

"Mr. Fang, please forgive me," the elderly Master bowed to Fang Cheng, "Because this meeting is extremely important, we must ensure that the brothers participating in this meeting have sufficient courage."

"So you staged this show?"

"Please forgive me!" The Master bowed again.

"Alright," Fang Cheng saw the old man's respectful attitude, his tone also softened a bit, "Now can you tell me what the content of this meeting is?"

"Mr. Fang, please wait a little longer, we need to wait for all the brothers to arrive."

In the Freemasons, the status of all members is equal, without high or low distinctions. Members usually address each other as brothers.

In the Freemasons' headquarters, except for the Master who is level thirteen, everyone else, including Fang Cheng, is below level thirteen.

Fang Cheng stared unblinkingly into the old man's eyes, slowly smoking his cigar, suddenly, he laughed, "Since the meeting can't be held now, you're not going to make me stay in a hotel, are you?"

"I have already asked the servants to prepare a room, I will ask Hank to take you there." The old man's wrinkled face showed a sincere smile.

Fang Cheng, whose mental power far surpassed ordinary people, discovered that the old man's smile was actually a heartfelt smile, without any pretense, as if Fang Cheng was truly his long-lost old friend.

"By the way, I don't know how to address you?" Fang Cheng suddenly remembered something before leaving, stopped and asked.

"I am Meyer, Meyer Rothschild!"

Hearing the old man's calm words, Fang Cheng's heart trembled.

It was him, the Rothschild family!

If the United States before World War II was controlled by the Morgan and Rockefeller families, then the Morgan and Rockefeller families were invested in by the Rothschild family.

This is the real overlord-level family in the world, and the wealth of their family is still a mystery to the world.

And this old man is actually called Meyer Rothschild. If Fang Cheng remembered correctly, his name was actually the same as the founder of the Rothschild family.

Does he have the same name as his ancestor?

Fang Cheng didn't know the customs of foreigners. Taking a name with an ancestor, in Western countries, is regarded as worship and respect for the ancestor, and there is no intention of insulting the ancestor.

Is Fang Cheng considered rich now?

Holding Yuncheng Technology, a multinational group that is more exaggerated than a printing press, when it comes to money, Fang Cheng is really not afraid of anyone.

But if you really compare, not afraid is not afraid, I'm afraid Fang Cheng is really not as rich as the Rothschild family.

No one knows how much money the Rothschild family has, but this family almost secretly controls the entire European economy.

Moreover, it has a far-reaching impact on the world economy.

These things were all information Fang Cheng found through Yunmeng. The actual situation is even more exaggerated than what Yunmeng found.

Fang Cheng followed behind Hank, turned his head, and took a deep look at the old man. Meyer responded to Fang Cheng with a sincere smile.

...

A moment later, Hank led Fang Cheng and his party to a room door in the castle.

"Mr. Fang, this room is the residence for you and Ms. Zhang," Hank said, pointing to the room next door, "That one is the room for these two gentlemen."

Hank turned his head and looked at the two clone bodyguards.