Violet turned off the tablet with disgust and resentment on her face, and drank all the wine in her glass in one gulp, looking particularly angry.

"Are you alright, honey?" Martha looked at Violet strangely.

"I hate killing, I hate death!" Violet said with a small face, "Especially these Chinese people, they are too fierce!"

Hearing this, Martha smiled helplessly: "The purpose of the original military force is to destroy, and this so-called competition is actually a war between countries, which is also a matter of no choice, after all, they represent the country behind them." ”

Violet didn't speak.

Just then, a group of well-dressed men and women walked into the restaurant.

Immediately after, a hearty laugh came.

"Oh my God, Basil actually met two angels here! Miss Martha, Miss Violet, we are so fateful that we didn't expect to meet here! This must be God's arrangement!"

When the voice fell to the ground, I saw Basil walking quickly with a smile on his face, making a gentleman's courtesy to the second daughter.

Martha's little face immediately froze.

"Ladies, don't mind if I sit with you. Basil smiled.

How could the second daughter not know what tricks Basille was playing? There was anger in her eyes.

Martha didn't know how to refuse, but Violet smiled and asked, "Do you want to sit here?"

"As long as the two ladies don't mind!" Basille said softly, his eyes constantly scanning Violet's whole body, and the evil intent in his pupils was extremely obvious.

"Of course you don't mind!, please sit down!" Violet smiled, Xuan'er picked up the tablet: "It just so happens that we have finished eating, the competition in the competition area has ended, I should go back to work, I have to count all the statistics of this competition to report back to China, Mr. Basilor, I wish you a pleasant meal!!"

With that, he pulled Martha and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Basil's face froze.

But he was not angry, and chuckled, and the men and women who had come with Basil immediately lined up and stopped the second woman who wanted to leave.

"What are you doing?" said Violet, frowning lightly and displeased, "I don't think you have the right to restrict the freedom of movement of a key member of the United Nations, do you?"

"How can we restrict Miss Violet's freedom of movement? Your country is particular about human rights, and so is our country, but I have something I want to talk to Miss Martha, and Miss Vile wants to leave, how can we keep it? Are you sure you're leaving?" asked Basile, squinting.

Violet is a native of the United States, he can't help it, but Martha is different!

Sure enough, Martha hesitated, her face unpredictable, obviously in a state of torment.

Seeing this, Violet was indignant, and said coldly: "Mr. Basilor, I am a little busy to ask Miss Martha, I am afraid that she will not be able to accompany you, next time!"

"What's the little favor? Can I help?"

"No, only Martha can do this, it's important!, please don't embarrass us!" Violet said solemnly.

"My business is also important!" said Basil with a smile, his eyes already impatient.

"I'm sorry then! you'll have to wait!!" Violet didn't bother to talk to Basil anymore, and dragged Martha away.

But as soon as the person left, a woman directly pressed Violet's shoulder.

The woman's appearance was cold, and her eyes were cruel, like a machine.

Violet moved her body, and found that she could not move at all, and immediately exclaimed, "Ma'am, please let go!!"

But the woman showed no signs of letting go.

"You—" Violet was furious, "I will definitely complain to you through the United Nations! I will make you pay for this rude behavior!!"

After that, she directly grabbed the woman's hand and wanted to break it open.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move that arm away.

Eventually, Martha couldn't help it anymore and pushed the arm that was on Violet's shoulder away.

The woman was about to fight back, but Martha immediately glared at her angrily and shouted, "Get out of here!!"

The woman's cold eyes froze, and she didn't move, obviously having scruples.

The guests in the restaurant looked sideways. A few men had already approached to help, but were stopped by some of the big men Basil had brought with them.

"Fuck off, didn't you hear what I said?" Martha clenched her silver teeth.

However, they still refused to let them go.

"Miss Martha, is that your decision?" asked Basil, who was sitting at the table pouring himself a glass of wine, shaking his glass and smiling.

"Mr. Basil, please don't embarrass my friend!" said Martha.

"Embarrassed?" Basil pinched his glass, stood up abruptly, walked up to Martha, and looked at her tenderly, "Are you begging me?"

"Yes, but not a request, it's a request!" Martha said coldly.

She's had enough!

She didn't want to swallow her anger like this anymore, otherwise, what difference would it be from the beginning?

She'd rather not have it all!

She's going to have a showdown with Basil! She wants to give it up! She'd rather be a normal girl!

Basil narrowed his eyes, the smile on his lips was still charming, but the next second, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped it hard at Martha's face.

Syllable!

A crisp sound rang out in the dining room.

Martha took a few steps back and nearly fell to the ground.

She covered her cheeks, and a bright red mark immediately appeared on her fair face, and people looked at Basil in disbelief.

Everyone was stunned!

The polite Basil made such an ungentlemanly move!

Violet went completely insane, frantically broke away from the person next to her, and ran over to hold Martha.

"God, you madman, what have you done? Oh poor Martha!" Violet stomped her foot angrily.

The men in the restaurant could no longer hold their breath and immediately rushed forward to teach Basil a lesson.

But Basil's bodyguards were all powerful warriors, and they threw the men out of the restaurant with three strikes and five divisions.

The staff at the restaurant were immediately frightened, and someone tried to call the police, but someone held the phone down.

The situation has been controlled by Basil.

"Martha, you really disappointed me! You should know who I am, you should know the power of the family behind me! But your indifferent attitude and cruel rejection of me again and again make me extremely disappointed in you!" Basille glanced at the person next to him, and said lightly: "Send Miss Violet back, she should be very tired, as for Martha, tonight's dinner, I think you must accompany Basille to eat, otherwise Basille will be very sad." ”

The man smiled softly, his eyes glinting with indescribable pleasure.

"Don't you think, you bug, demon from hell!" said Martha, furious, and set out to teach Basil a lesson.

The woman with a cold temperament over there immediately rushed over and fought with her.

However, after only a few moves, Martha was punched in the abdomen, and the person hit the wall behind him, and it was difficult to stand up.

"Martha!" Violet snapped.

"Martha, I know that you are a powerhouse ranked 631 in the world killer list, but this one is a powerhouse ranked 435 Cardinal, you can't be her opponent!

"What?" said Martha's face was bloodless.

Even the Cardinals were invited by Basil?

Basille laughed and snapped his fingers, "Miss Martha, please! Dinner is about to begin!"

"Yes, young master. ”

The old man in the suit nodded, and the cardinal and the others immediately rushed over quickly, about to grab Martha.

"Bastard!"

Violet immediately stopped in front of Martha.

But with her strength, how can she keep Martha?

This is undoubtedly a mantis arm as a car.

A deep contempt flashed in the cardinal's eyes, and she didn't know what pity meant, so she reached out and threw Violet out.

But at this moment, a large number of armed men suddenly rushed in, instantly surrounding the entire restaurant.

A gun was instantly aimed at these strong men from country F!

"Don't move!!"

"Please put your hands where we can see, or we're going to shoot!"

The roar rang out.

Everyone was subdued in an instant!

Violet looked stunned when she saw the comer.

Basil had a cold face...