Gentlemen do not stand under the dangerous wall, and the people present may not all be gentlemen, but they are all rich people who spare their lives and lives, and suddenly everyone changed when they heard the words, even Wang Yongle became nervous, and touched Fang Luo: "Nima, this is your brother-in-law, the one who is in the dark?" Boss, if you help me talk about it, let's not do any witnessing, or go ahead with thirty-six plans." ”

"Why are you in a hurry? Mr. Li's bodyguards didn't show up, which means that there is no problem. ”

Fang Luo glanced at Li Nie, Superman was holding a cup of black tea and drinking it gently, his face was calm;

And his personal bodyguard, but a generation of masters, has not appeared at this time, there is this variable, let alone these people under Rupert, even if they are replaced by a group of top killers, they don't want to hurt Superman, Fang Luo can see it through.

"This Lord John lost a full 300 million euros in my casino, and he is still 200 million euros short of returning. ”

Rupert smiled, took the desert eagle from a man in a suit, and stroked it gently, very stylish, but unfortunately Fang Luo saw that his calf was slightly tendoned.

Holding the Desert Eagle on John's head, Rupert sneered: "It doesn't matter if you are a nobleman or a commoner, the result of not paying back the money is "bang" Of course, Lord John's collection also interests me, "The Last Supper"? Master Falmel? Oh! That's my idol, my pursuit, my dear Falmel, can your followers finally touch you up close, it's wonderful, wonderful!"

A few steps to the painting, through the crystal frame, Henry put his face on it obsessively, like a meeting a dream goddess, that crazy look, like a psychopath in a Hollywood movie, people see palpitations, but I don't feel more convinced of his words.

"Dream, you trash, bastard, inferior! You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it at all! Take away your dirty hands and stinky face, and don't insult Master Falmail!"

John's face was pale, and he struggled hoarsely, letting the man in the suit next to him punch him in the forehead, blood flowing, but he still stared at Rupert indignantly, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to bite off his flesh before he was willing.

Many collectors, those who really have a passion for art, are looking at Rupert with indignation at the moment, unconsciously siding with Lord John.

Even Hashimoto gasped for breath and glared at Henry fiercely, it was all messed up, the title at his fingertips was now unknown, how dare this humble guy's guy bully a nobleman like this?

Even the declining aristocracy will never allow it!

The servility of the islanders made him unable to accept Henry's challenge to the aristocracy.

"What are you going to do, casino owner? Mafia from Corsica? I know the Black Dragon Society too!"

"Shut up!" a man in a black suit slapped him in the face with his backhand, and blood foamed everywhere: "Island dog, do you want to die?"

"Insults?"

Rupert was stunned for a moment, and laughed loudly: "Honorable Lord John, I'm afraid you are the one who really insulted the master, right?" Emma, please read his bet with me. ”

"Promise: In order to pay off the gambling debts, Mr. John will auction The Last Supper. If the proceeds of the auction exceed 150 million euros, the Casino will relinquish ownership of the painting, otherwise the painting will go to the casino, and all the property in Mr. John's name, including the castle, will also belong to the casino, and there will be no repudiation between the parties!"

Emma walked up to Rupert and read a copy of the agreement in her hand: "Ladies and gentlemen, as our boss said, it is this Lord John who has really insulted Master Falmeel. He lost a whole 200,000,000,000 euros in our casino, and because he had no money to return it, he mortgaged this painting of the Last Supper to our casino, but soon after, the honorable Monsieur Lord shamefully repented. ”

"What a shame! ”

Rupert sneered and mercilessly uncovered his scars: "I still remember that day I was touched by you, you knelt in front of me and begged me to give you a chance, I agreed, so there was today's auction." I will personally attend your private auction, and if you can sell this painting for a high price of 150 million, we will give up ownership of it, but if you can't buy it, then not only the painting, but all the properties in your name, including the proceeds of the auction you just now, will belong to me! The best lawyer in Paris witnessed this agreement, and the lawsuit went to the Supreme Court, and you lost it, didn't you?"

"No, it's not fair!"

Hashimoto shouted frantically, "It's a robbery, I ask for a refund!"

"It's late. Rupert sighed, "Dear Mr. Hashimoto, you are also a businessman, and you should know that your purchase is valid, and that our agreement with Mr. John is legal, so you should go to Lord John for the 125 million euros, and not to us." Am I right, Mr. John?"

Fang Luo suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, Hashimoto was right, this is a robbery, but it is a legal robbery, but for Hashimoto, John, who needs to be held responsible, has gone bankrupt, France recognizes that gambling debts are legally established, as long as there is no problem with the agreement between Ongian and John, Hashimoto can only consider himself unlucky.

Of course, all this must be based on facts, but this is what Rupert and John lack the most, but it is not bad to be able to scare Hashimoto, and Fang Luo feels very cool and comfortable.

"Delusional, you are delusional! Hahaha, Henry, are you going to be unprepared for me? You may have forgotten that the title of John's family was won by the ancestors in blood and fire, not by money in peacetime! The descendants of John's family will never give in!"

John suddenly laughed out loud and pulled his shirt open.

"Oh my God, it's dynamite! Oh, no, no, no, it's terrible, it's not what a nobleman should do, Mr. John, everything is negotiable, don't be impulsive. ”

I saw that the noble lord was strapped with explosives, and the detonator was in his hands.

John smirked and glared at Rupert fiercely: "I was wrong, I'm sorry for my ancestors, I'm sorry for Master Falmel, but Rupert do you know? Nobles naturally have aristocratic pride, they can be killed and killed, but they won't accept insults! You declining painter, bastard betraying art, scum, and rascal! Even if I die, I will never let you get the Last Supper, never!"

"Lord John, calm down, isn't it just about money, we can figure it out for you. ”

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