May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"You shut up." Daves slapped up. "That's our little master. If you dare to mention another word in the future, I will kill you."

"Don't dare, don't dare..." The teeth from this slap were loose, "Why... how could this happen? Then we kidnapped him before, won't it be over?"

"So, if you find a way to remedy it, or else it's really done." Daves sighed and looked at the opposite box, with a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes.

The people who had to kneel down before him begging for mercy have now reached the point where they need to look up and beg.

"Let's go first." He was originally qualified to participate in the auction, although only on the first floor. But now that the master is here, he is absolutely not qualified to appear without getting the order.

"Yes Yes!"

In the box, Beatr said leisurely: "If you want me to say that Daves is a good person, don't be angry. The kidnapping of your son did not cause substantial harm."

The Lord Duke stood up abruptly when he heard the words, "Go...make Daves for me." If he dared to kidnap his son, it was almost a death.

"Wait, don't get angry." Beatr quickly stopped. "Didn't he not know? You don't know who could be blamed?"

The Lord Duke who said this sentence had a handsome face, and the only person in Britain who dared to say that was Beate.

Amber glanced at Beate condemningly. Why does Lord Earl keep doing this? I like to be angry with adults.

"My little nephew has suffered so much, but I heard that I couldn't live anymore, picking up **** and selling it with the person opposite!"

As soon as Beyat finished speaking, there was a clap on the table in the box, "Go! Seal up all those who knew about it."

"Yes." Amber gave an order and went back to the box again.

"Can you say a few words less?" Lord Duke looked at Beate and said indifferently.

"Well, I will say less, I will say less." Beyat raised his hand and surrendered.

"Give you a task."

"You said."

"Go and invite Xu, I want to talk to him."

"Okay!" Beyat jumped away excitedly, "This is my friend of life and death, I tell you, when he was in the Soviet Union..." Barabara was another bunch, and the Lord Duke frowned.

Had it not been for the nobility and gentlemanship, people would have coaxed Beyat out.

*****

The global art auction was held on time at 8 o'clock, and at 7:35, in the red light district near the port, two people were walking fast.

Finally disappeared at the end of the alley.

A gunshot suddenly rang out from a bar on the left. This is normal for the streets of the United States, especially the chaotic red light district. People who are caring will not notice, even if they hear it, they are used to it.

In the bar box, Julien looked at the gun in his hand in horror.

He had just shot clearly, why didn't he hit it? This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

However, before he could figure out what was going on, the opponent had already knocked him to the ground with a punch, and then hit him with a more powerful kick, which broke his ribs and broke his whole body.

"Help..." Julien wailed in pain, "You...Who are you? I can spend money, I can buy life. No matter how much other people pay, I will double."