The national school idol is a girl

Poison Scorpion drove the off-road vehicle into a yard not far from the sea of ​​flowers, and then parked the car.

The other side.

A row of mercenaries stood.

These mercenaries all have tattoos on their faces, guns in their hands, and expressions on their faces that are a bit fierce.

This is probably a characteristic of this place. Year-round sunshine makes their skin very dark, and they also look a bit like desperadoes.

Only the person standing in the middle is a little different.

That is Fanjia.

But today, she did not show her face. Instead, she wore a cloak and stood there, making her appearance unclear.

The other person was wearing a suit and looked nearly fifty years old. He was holding a cane and was looking over here, as if he was waiting for Qin Mo and the others.

After the prince saw that person, he subconsciously tightened his hands for some reason.

Magicians are the same.

Only Qin Mo's eyes were very light. He did not focus on that person. Instead, he glanced over and paused for half a moment on a man in a white coat.

"This is our king." Poisonous Scorpion introduced: "King, this is Mr. Rong."

The man on crutches stretched out his hand: "Hello."

Qin Mo raised the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking, and his eyes were very deep: "I have admired your name for a long time."

"Come, please." The man stretched out his hand and led Qin Mo into the house.

Almost as soon as he entered the house, Qin Mo smelled the smell inside. It was all the aroma of poppy flowers.

"Sir, you really know how to enjoy it." Qin Mo said when he sat down.

This made the man laugh: "Mr. Rong is very knowledgeable. I am used to lighting this incense and sleep well at night." After saying that, the man took out a cigar and handed it to Qin Mo: "Want one?"

When the other party says this sentence.

The prince subconsciously wanted to clasp his hand. After all, everyone knew that in a place like this, cigarettes and other things were not allowed at all, because no one knew what ingredients were in it.

But I haven't waited for his reaction yet.

Qin Mo was already smoking a cigar, and then threw one to him and said only two words: "Test it."

While the prince was taking a cigarette, he didn't have time to make any other expressions.

The man's eyes narrowed: "Mr. Rong, what do you mean?"

"Although I am engaged in this kind of business, I have never touched this thing." Qin Mo crossed his legs and said with a strong aura: "Sir, what do you mean by giving me this thing? Doubt my identity? Then Can I also doubt your identity? Are you really the King of Cards?"

The man paused, as if he didn't expect him to be so direct.

And this man doesn't look like a soldier, let alone one sent by any department, but the aura on the road is very strong.

What will he say next?

The man had no idea and his eyes drifted in one direction.

At this time, even the prince noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with this "King of Cards".

What does he always see in a family doctor?

As soon as the prince asked this question, a voice came to his ears: "Mr. Rong has a good eye."

The family doctor walked out of it, wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked very gentle, and could even be said to have an indescribable elegance.

He looked at the group of people in front of him and smiled. The arc made made people feel reassured and dangerous at the same time.