Chapter 1009: The Rise of the Little Godfather (2)

The young man still didn't have any expression on his face, he followed the housekeeper all the way, his pace was steady, his body was calm, although he seemed to be light and unguarded, but as long as he was a practitioner, he could see that this man, every movement, even every breath, was out of an offensive state.

That's right, it's an offense, completely ignoring all defenses, just seeking a one-hit kill, electric and flint, incomparably fast,

If someone suddenly rushed out at this time and attacked this young man, then the attacker would only face one result, that is, he would be completely suppressed by this man's faster speed, and then be killed in an instant, because this man's speed was unimaginably fast.

This is something that even the old butler of the Morgan family can see.

As the housekeeper of a century-old family, it is impossible to have nothing to do with it, although this middle-aged and elderly man does not look amazing, but there is an amazing energy in his bones, slaughter, blood, and brutality, which is an instinct that he has experienced along with the journey of the Morgan family's iron-blooded expansion in the past few decades, hidden in the depths of the bone marrow, and it is not easy to see in ordinary times.

But at a critical time, this old man also played the role of a surprise soldier, he was not so much the steward of the entire Morgan Manor as the head of the bodyguard.

So he could see that this young bodyguard who was arranged by Old Man Morgan was definitely not an idle person, and he only needed to glance at the direction and appearance of the muscles on this man's arm to be able to deduce.

Absolute strongman.

"What do you mean? ”

Before Chen Ming and the housekeeper walked outside the door of the conference room, they heard a woman's voice coming from inside, clear, calm, and elegant, compared with a few years ago, there was a little less immaturity, but more beauty.

This kind of timbre, whether it is Spanish or Chinese, can be compared to the top voice actors, and belongs to the kind of short sentences that can penetrate the soul by listening to one sentence.

It's her.

The young man stood outside the door, silent, with a cloudy expression on his face.

"That's Miss Russ, Mr. Laika, but it looks like you'll need to wait outside the door for a while, as Miss Russ seems to be busy right now. The butler whispered in the young man's ear.

Silk.

The young man had a faint smile on his face, because of this appearance, he hadn't seen her for many years, and now he saw her, it was very strange, but he still didn't change the beauty of the country and the city.

A pair of bright eyes, a petite Qiong nose, pink cheeks with anger, red cherry lips, delicate and shy like flowers, jade like skin like frost and snow, graceful figure, wrapped in a mature dress, the lines are perfectly interpreted, already twenty years old, now so beautiful that it no longer belongs to human beings, I am afraid that only the elves and fairies in the mythological stories can be compared with her.

In this situation, I am afraid that any poet will sing for such beauty.

"According to your meaning, brother, I don't seem to have any freedom?"

Sitting in the conference room, Rusi was neither humble nor arrogant, the smile on her face was clear and clean, even if she sat in front of the man named Kun Morgan, her temperament was still calm and indifferent, so she was not flustered.

Quinn Morgan.

I'm afraid that now the whole of Madrid will bow down to this man named Quinn Morgan, because many people know that he belongs to the Divine Prince.

Divine Prince Mercenary Group.

No official media on the surface will report on an organization, and even people living in the so-called "surface world" will never know about it, because the Divine Prince's mercenary group does not belong to the light, he is like a black pearl, flashing with glorious black light in the pitch-black "inner world".

Those black lights, from black gold, from drug lords and money laundering organizations throughout Madrid.

Quinn Morgan, the governor of the Divine Prince Mercenary Regiment in Madrid, is the head of the entire district. His identity in the "Table World" is the young master of the Morgan family, with a lot of wealth and wealth, and once he enters the "Inner World", he is the godfather of black gold.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

The smile on the young man's face did not diminish, and of course he could see the clue in front of him, but the young man would not walk in on his own without the invitation of the butler.

"Sister, I think you already know in your heart, Lord Bishop can help you take the Jingjin Tang of Huaxia as a gift for you, if you don't make any statement, it's really unreasonable. This time it's not for me to call the shots for you, that Lord Rothschild has given an ultimatum, my own ** sister, even if it is for the sake of the entire Morgan family, you have to make sacrifices. Because for Lord Rothschild, what he has is not just money, but even the mercenary group, the bishop, and the net are all his. The young man from the Divine Prince's mercenary group smiled gracefully.

This man named Kun is in his early thirties, young and handsome, and the Morgan family has experienced a hundred years of precipitation in the cultivation of educational style, and he has grown into one of the family heirs who can take charge of himself.

In fact, the probability of being a bastard in a European and American aristocratic family is relatively low, because such a family, after the precipitation of time, has long had a set of education models within the family, and the heirs of this model have a kind of natural responsibility, responsibility, temperament, manners, conversation, demeanor, knowledge, wisdom and upbringing, this kind of temperament is definitely not something that can be cultivated by examination-oriented education.

Of course, this Quinn Morgan in front of him, in addition to these excellent bearings, also had a cold killing intent and ruthlessness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"I've promised to date Lord Rothschild, but that's all, what more could you ask for. Rusi's face was shy, her pink face was slightly flushed, although she had a lot more than four years ago, but for men and women, Rusi still had a primitive shyness.

Twenty years old, but still a girl who guards like jade.

"It's this Sunday, but I'm not just asking for a date, it's a step forward in your relationship. Quinn Morgan said bluntly.

"That can't be. Rusi shook her head in refusal.

"Do you have what it takes to refuse me?" Quinn Morgan sneered, and without saying anything more to Rusdo, he stood up and smiled contemptuously, and then his eyes fell on Laika, a young man standing in the doorway.

"Oh?"

Quinn Morgan said with a quipping expression and slowly: "This is the new bodyguard that the old man arranged for you? With that, he walked straight up to the young man, Laika, patted him on the shoulder, smiled defiantly, and said softly "Hello".

The young man, Laika, was not confused, without any expression on his face, nodded and said, "You are okay." ”

The atmosphere is eerie. I640