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Back at home, after dinner, Lin Fei went to the real yàn room, and was about to contact EVA to explain something, but found that EVA took the initiative to find him.

"Master", in the video, EVA is wearing a checkered diamond pattern, a translucent silver-gray broadband evening dress, slightly powdered, graceful and noble, as if she had just attended a banquet, and hurried back to her residence.

Lin Fei glanced at his little maid appreciatively and said, "What's wrong?"

EVA also seemed a little baffled, and said: "Tonight is a political and business exchange party of the Asian Investment Bank, but I have just finished talking to the prime ministers of the two countries when I find that my handbag has suddenly been opened. Outcome...... I found out that there was more of this ...... in it."

Confused, the woman took out what looked like some kind of animal skin and placed it in front of the camera.

It looked like a sheepskin, with something ghostly written on it, like a letter, but the only English I could understand was the name of the recipient: SCALPEL

"Master, EVA is only a beginner, and I really don't understand the meaning of these symbols, but I should let me pass it on to the master, master, do you have any clues?"

Lin Fei's eyes moved slightly, and after reading all the graphics, he said, "You burn this sheepskin immediately, don't let others find out."

EVA was stunned, but didn't dare to ask more, and nodded sternly, "Yes, master!"

"No one else knows about this, right?" Lin Fei asked again.

EVA NODDED, "I WAS CAREFUL, AND AFTER SNEAKING A LOOK IN THE BATHROOM, I CAME OUT DIRECTLY, AND NO ONE ELSE KNEW".

"Actually, it doesn't matter, it's okay to be seen, but you still burn it......" Lin Fei squinted, and after being silent for a while, he said, "I have another urgent matter, you can help me handle it."

"Please instruct the master...... "EVA was very happy that Lin Fei finally gave her things to do again.

Lin Fei told the task to the woman in detail, and the matter of the sheepskin seemed to have never happened.

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The Netherlands, Amsterdam, De Wallen region.

As night falls, there are bewitching red lights everywhere, and Western beauties scratching their heads and posing do not shy away from revealing the sensitive parts of their bodies, in front of the shop windows and on the street, soliciting customers.

In this open country, the trade in flesh is legal, but because of the declining economy in Europe, a large number of women's branches here are at risk of closure.

However, fortunately, almost 30% of tourists who come to the Netherlands will come here to patronize and take a turn, which can alleviate the employment crisis of many young girls.

In this kind of customer shortage, it is really a happy thing to meet "high-quality" handsome customers.

Thirty-five-year-old Esme, an Irish-Dutch woman who is one of the signature girls of a thriving shop called Spark, has her eye on a tall, handsome man who is gradually making her way to their store.

This man with black hair, fair skin, sword eyebrows and bright eyes, a black windbreaker, and a bit of evil spirit, even if she doesn't give money, she is willing to "serve".

"Handsome sir, your eyes are worthy of praise, welcome to the spark", Esmi stepped forward and walked a few steps around the man, a silk scarf with a strong smell of perfume, greeted the man's face.

But the man didn't move, he walked into the store indifferently, and in the palatial hall, many young girls looked at him.

"Sir, you should be here for the first time, why don't I take you to meet a few ...... first?"

Before Asmi could get closer, the man waved his hand to interrupt her.

"I'm looking for your boss," the man said in standard Dutch.

The girl Esmi was stunned, thinking that it was someone who talked about advertising cooperation, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, sir, our boss is not here, he just went to Brussels".

The man smiled, "I'm not a stupid human that you can deceive, your boss is in the office, I mean it to him, not to ask you."

Esmi's face changed, and she was a little stunned, indeed she lied, because their boss had confessed that they would not accept any business cooperation, because they were not short of money.

On this street, there are eight shops, all of which are the property of their boss, so to speak, he is the head snake here, and there are more than 200 girls and girls under his command.

Some local thugs gave their boss the nickname "Pink Panther" because their boss was a bit "eccentric......

"Oh hehehe......" A slightly harsh, somewhat high-pitched male voice came down from the second floor, and he laughed very hypocritically, even making people feel creepy.

Immediately after, a fat man dressed in ostentatious clothes swaggered down.

The fat man's face was full of flesh, his face was white and beardless, and his cheeks were as striking as cherries.

And the figure is also bloated like a watermelon, and the bust looks like two footballs, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman.

The key is his outfit, a tight-fitting pink leopard print camisole shirt, revealing the fat of his two shoulders, his thick thighs are pink leopard print stockings, and he also stepped on a pair of seven-centimeter high heels, I don't know how those fleshy feet were stuffed in!

Thorough transvestism, and exhibitionism.

Two words to describe it is "disgusting", and four words to describe it is "extremely disgusting".

However, the girls here seem to have long been accustomed to the quirks of the boss, and greet each other respectfully with a smile on their faces.

The pink panther waved to the girl under the umbrella, then walked to the middle of the stairs and beckoned to the man in black, "Come on, since you can find me here, you should have put a lot of thought into going to my office to talk."

The man in black didn't feel anything about the "disgusting" fat man's dress, nor did he cast any disdainful glances, but only admired it with a little interest.

Under the pity and curiosity of a group of girls, the man in black followed into the office.

After the office door was locked, the pink panther giggled and asked, "Your name is ...... Hey, I don't seem to know your real name, so I'll call you Shadow. Not...... It's the first time you've dealt with each other so closely, are you really a second-generation blood clan, the first time I've seen a blood clan grow to your strength."

Mu Zimo grinned and sneered, Shi Shiran sat on a sofa, "Arthur, theoretically speaking, you are the blood enemy of my holy clan, and too many of my descendants have died tragically at your hands."

Arthur, the Pink Panther's real name, is not his pseudonym in Amsterdam.

After Mu Zimo searched for many days, he finally found the second famous king among the four kings, the Divine King, according to some clues he had mastered!

"Hey, why do you mention those old things, I don't have meat for a long time", Arthur covered his mouth and smiled, quite embarrassed, but asked very earnestly: "What do you drink? I don't have any blood here, I guess you don't drink the blood of my golden retriever, why don't you get you some 82-year-old Lafite?" Of course...... Gotta pay, I know your bloodline has money."

Mu Zimo shook his head, "I'm not here to chat with you, I'm entrusted by someone to come to you for a favor......"

"Who's going to have a party, do you want to find some girls to go to? If it's a chartered ticket, I can get a 20% discount!" Arthur's eyes lit up and he winked very provocatively.

"No", Mu Zimo denied it very indifferently.

"That's going to talk about advertising cooperation, this is more difficult to do, we have a long-term cooperation ......."

Mu Zimo didn't want to listen to him too much, so he said bluntly: "Kill Skelp!"

Arthur's words paused, and the expression of the hippie smile froze slightly, but soon "giggled" and laughed coquettishly, "You're really kidding, I haven't picked up a sword for many years, and God has long forgotten which public toilet I am......

You can't kill Skelp, how am I his opponent. How tiring you are to fight and kill, do you use perfume? I will introduce you to a piece of my own design, which my guests here really like......

Mu Zimo didn't care about Arthur's forced opening of the topic, and said slowly: "I know you won't take my words seriously, but if you want to ask you and Merlin to go out of the mountain to help kill Skelp, of course you won't dare to come without any support......

If you can, please tear off the disguised mask first, and listen to what I have to say, maybe ...... You'll be like Merlin, agreeing to give me a helping hand......"