Trafford’s Trading Club

Anton's fist hit Andrew very hard, but Andrew, who had experienced countless ring battles, had rich experience.

Very cleverly dodged Anton's fist.

The fist hit the bookshelf behind Andrew directly. The thick wooden board could not withstand Anton's fist! The moment his fist hit the bookshelf, Anton swiped his arm!

The strong arm was like a bulldozer, smashing through the partition boards on the bookshelf, and then swept towards Andrew.

Andrew raised his arms at the same time to protect his face, but he was unable to match the strength. After just resisting for a moment, his body continued to retreat uncontrollably, and his arms were almost numb.

Andrew even felt that his arm bones were about to break. Only then did he realize how terrifying this guy's strength was.

But Andrew is not the only one in this luxurious and spacious study.

"Stop! Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to see this guy again!"

The deep voice of Andrew’s assistant shouted!

Anton had to stop at this time. At least he knew what this guy was holding and what situation Nikita was in now.

The pistol held by the assistant was pressed against the back of Nikita's head, so that Nikita had to raise his hands tremblingly, and forced out an ugly smile: "Hey, man Guys, I seem to be lagging behind, right? But if you tell me that what is behind me is just a stick, I will definitely praise you..."

"I also hope it's just a stick." Oleg said carefully, while quickly looking at everything around him.

Andrew's men had already gotten up. Although they all looked uncomfortable under Anton's violence, the situation suddenly turned around.

Anton even had to stop in panic... How should he handle this situation?

suddenly.

Oleg shouted.

In a flash of lightning, Oleg suddenly jumped up! He is already very tall, and the height he can reach with this jump is very impressive!

Oleg's hands were directly grasping the luxurious crystal chandelier in the study room! With Oleg's fierce shouting, he actually tore down the crystal chandelier!

At the moment of the cremation, the huge lamp fell to the ground.

Out of instinctive reaction, the assistant subconsciously took two steps back. At the same time, the muscles of Oleg's hands bulged, and he grabbed the crystal lamp stand and waved it wildly. The assistant was hit at once, and his body was swept away. on the ground.

"Go! Go! Go!" Oleg shouted crazily at this time.

Seeing this, Nikita quickly took Anton's arm and rushed out of the door. In the end, Oleg pulled the crystal lamp shelf hard and stuck it on the door frame, temporarily blocking the doorway, and then left.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The assistant got up at this time, walked to Andrew's side quickly, and said in a panic.

Andrew took a few deep breaths, walked quickly back and forth with his hands on his hips, and suddenly turned around and said, "What are you still standing there for? Chase, chase!!!"

"yes……"

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"It should be safe for now."

Oleg pressed down the blinds and looked at the situation outside. As for Nikita, she took out a bottle of wine from the tea room in an extremely familiar manner, and walked out while drinking, holding several cups in her hand.

Oleg frowned and said, "Nikita, stay calm and don't touch the company's things."

"Boss, if you don't stop the pain, I will die of pain, won't I?" Nikita gritted her teeth and sat down, put down the cup, poured the wine while looking at Anton and said: "This is the logistics company where Oleg and I work. Andrew and the others Maybe he will go back to Oleg’s house to find us, but he will definitely not want to come to this place.”

Anton had a look of excitement on his face at this time. He was still thinking about what just happened in the casino. He couldn't help but look at Oleg, "Dad...Mr. Oleg, you were so handsome just now!"

"Haha!" Nikita smiled proudly and said: "This is just childish! You don't know that Oleg defeated a gang by himself back then! You may not have imagined that the situation that time was worse than this one. Much more thrilling..."

"Nikita, you talk too much!" Oleg suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

Nikita immediately shut up, "I won't talk, I'll drink my wine."

Oleg suddenly said at this time: "Andrew is not someone to be trifled with. You have offended him and cannot stay here for the time being... You must leave here and go as far as you want. When it gets dark, I will send him away." You go to the station."

"Brother, what about you?"

Oleg said calmly: "I won't leave until Anton Leer is found. Don't worry, if I want to hide, they won't find me so easily."

Nikita said nothing, just nodded. Anton moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He looked at Nikita's full glass of wine, suddenly picked it up and took a sip, and immediately coughed quickly.

"You'd better go with Mags! Vodka is for adults, little brother." Nikita couldn't help but said in amusement.

Anton choked and said, "Who said I can't drink? I'm just not used to it."

Nikita shrugged and stood up staggeringly, "I'm going to the toilet. If you need anything, call me."

After Nikita left, Oleg looked at Anton. There were wrinkles on his brow, both horizontally and vertically, "Have we met somewhere?"

He sat in front of Anton, looking directly at the young man in front of him who was stronger than himself...especially his eyes, which gave him a feeling that he couldn't let go.

"No." Anton shook his head, lowered his head, played with the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly said: "Mr. Oleg, if we had just continued the fight, we would have been able to give that guy a good beating. Why are you leaving?"

Oleg said calmly: "What happens after you beat him up?"

"Tell him not to cause trouble again!"

Oleg smiled, shook his head, picked up a glass of wine and shook it, "That will only make him angrier. Young man, listen, unless you kill him, he will not stop looking for you. Troublesome. So, have you ever thought about killing Andrew?"

"Kill..." Anton shook his head quickly, "No."

Oleg closed his eyes, leaned on the chair, and said slowly: "Then, let's go, as far as we can, and stay away from trouble."

"Escape, isn't this the behavior of a coward?" Anton said suddenly.

Oleg suddenly opened his eyes. Sitting here, he was not scary. "Young man, nothing is more important than life. Escape is not necessarily a cowardly behavior, but..."

"But what?"

Oleg shook his head and said calmly: "You will understand later. Besides, I have no obligation to teach you anything. This should be your father's responsibility."

Anton suddenly lowered his head and said, "He... would never tell me this."

"That's a really bad father." Oleg downed ten thousand cups of vodka in one breath, smiled, looked out the window, and after a while, said softly in a positive tone: "Including me."

For some reason, this is not the first time that Anton Leer has the urge to escape from Oleg, right?

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"It's not ready yet, wait a moment...right now!"

Nikita's dull voice came from the toilet, and then he sighed in relief, and then he said: "Who is it?"

"Nikita, it's me."

"Anton, wait a minute, I'll be out right away." Nikita said, stroking the sweat on her forehead.

Anton said: "Nikita, what kind of person is this Mr. Oleg... He is obviously very powerful, but I think he seems to be very scared."

Nikita was stunned and remained silent for a while before asking: "Did he say anything to you?"

"Not really."

"Really..." Nikita sighed at this time: "He's not afraid of anything, he just fell asleep. Do you know? The person who can wake him up is no longer in this world."

"Not in this world?"

"His wife, Kamala."

Mother……

Nikita, who was still squatting in the toilet, looked at the ceiling, lit a cigarette, and after taking a puff, he said slowly: "It was about twelve years ago, right? Me, Oleg, and Kamala, We are all children who grew up in the same village. At that time, we all had dreams..." (To be continued.)