"Attitude, what's wrong with my attitude?" asked Hou Rui, who almost pointed to his nose.

"Hou Rui, you are just a lowly yellow-skinned pig, neither a traditional aristocratic heir, nor a high-ranking official of the current government, but why can you behave so calmly when you see us real royal families? Your eyes and your attitude are all very disgusting, don't you know that the lowliness and inferiority of the common people have already been engraved into your bone marrow? You actually dare to look at me and my father!"

After so many encounters one after another, Hou Rui finally understood that the original hostility of Oren to himself came from his own sense of superiority, and was not recognized by Hou Rui at all, maybe in the royal consciousness of Oren, ordinary people should bow to them, as if Hou Rui is neither humble nor arrogant, this is the most unbearable thing for these nobles.

What era is this, Oren, what bloodline and pariahs theory do you still want to play with me, how naïve and naïve are you, do you live in the 15th century or the 16th century?

Hou Rui smiled bitterly, he didn't know how to answer, talking to someone who was not at the same level of thinking this kind of thinking, Hou Rui only felt tired!

When Hou Rui retreated boredly and simply sat on the metal bed in the cell, Lieutenant Oren was demonstrating triumphantly, thinking that Hou Rui was finally shocked by his domineering spirit, so he used the slinger stick in his hand to start toggling back and forth on the iron railing of the iron gate.

"When, when, when......"

Every time the flicking stick collides with the finger-thick iron railing, there will be a crisp sound, and this sound will also echo in the empty cell, so it seems to be particularly mad, Oren He is precisely using this method to scare Hou Rui, it is estimated that this guy usually uses this trick to deal with others, so he seems to be very skilled.

It's a pity that Oren miscalculated this time, in the face of the noise he carefully made, Hou Rui not only did not show any fear, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and after revealing a sneering expression, he directly closed his eyes and lay down on the cold bed.

"Hou Rui, are you ignoring me?" the angry Oren was stunned, and then he slammed the slinger in his hand and yelled loudly.

The result of "......" was that Hou Rui did not react at all.

"Come, open the door, and show me how hard his bones are!" said an angry Oron, who suddenly shouted at the gendarme.

However, when the gendarme took out the door key, Hou Rui's eyes revealed a thin slit, and a trace of essence flashed quietly; if he really walked in after Olen, it meant that he would definitely not be polite to Hou Rui, and when things really developed, Hou Rui had to react passively.

It's not impossible to hold your head and let Oren get angry, but Hou Rui is absolutely unwilling to do that, he has already thought about it, wait and kill these blind guys in front of him to provoke him, and then simply kill him out of the palace, as for Grace's side, his disguised identity can't be maintained anyway, but this is also a helpless thing.

However, Hou Rui's luck this time was quite rough, as soon as the iron door of the cell was opened by the gendarme, the walkie-talkie on the waist of another gendarme suddenly rang, and when the gendarme picked up the walkie-talkie and listened to it, he immediately did not dare to slack off and handed the walkie-talkie to Olen.

"Who, don't bother me at this time!" Oren, who was angry, roared unconsciously.

"Lieutenant, yes...... The Major General is looking for you. But before Oron could step into his cell, the gendarme gave him a reason that Oren could not refuse.

As a result, Olen, who was afraid of his own son, had no choice but to take the walkie-talkie, leaned into his ear to listen, and then moved a few steps towards the long corridor of the prison, probably because he didn't want the gendarmes around him to hear the content of their father-son conversation.

However, after a few seconds, the deflated ball-like Oron returned the walkie-talkie to his subordinates, and then he pointed at Hou Rui with a throwing stick and shouted: "You are lucky today, I will come back to entertain you well, let's go!"

"I should say that you are lucky today!" muttered in a low voice, Hou Rui flipped his body and pillowed one arm under his head, finding a more comfortable position for himself.

Before he was locked in just now, Hou Rui had quietly memorized the route he walked in, and of course, the style and structure of the lock outside the iron door, although the lock was not a high-tech product, but it was also a sturdy and practical device, and it seemed that this dungeon was also an antique inherited from Moroccan history.

Just in case, Hou Rui had already hidden a few one-inch-long thin wires in the fibers of the clothes when he got the set of clothes on his body, and if the matter really reached the point of no return, then Hou Rui could at least use these thin wires to make hooks and other tools with the long lines on the clothes, so as to escape from the prison.

Therefore, since there is already a way to guarantee the bottom, Hou Rui is not too anxious, he simply fell asleep in the cell, because he has several fractures on his body, which have not healed, so Hou Rui is now using all the time to try to adjust his body to the best state before he has to leave the palace.

However, when the big Hou Rui was sleeping soundly in the dungeon of the royal gendarmerie headquarters, a sky-blue SF3 Saab 100 small passenger plane was slowly taxiing, and finally stopped on a feeder runway of Saale International Airport, and then two airport office cars quickly approached, carrying several airport customs staff.

As these customs officers stood in front of the ramp of SF3 Saab 100, with the help of two flight attendants from a high place, a Caucasian man in a wheelchair was slowly reaching the ground through a lift installed at the door of the cabin.

"Mr. Bruce, welcome to Morocco. After quickly looking through the records in his hand, the fully automatic wheelchair had already traveled off the platform of the lift, and the first customs officer took two steps forward and took the initiative to extend a hand to the white man in the wheelchair.

"I couldn't move any body parts except my mouth and eyes. Who knew that the guy in the wheelchair said in a cold tone, facing the official's hand, there was no response at all.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bruce, I didn't know your physical ......" The embarrassed customs officer could only retract his hand in a sneer, in the face of this kind of rich man who owns a private jet, the customs officer originally wanted to pat the back and pull the relationship, but who knew that he came up and hit a nail.

"It's okay, I'm a damn guy who already has so many things that you ordinary people would be jealous of, haha......" Then when the guy named Bruce chuckled, the elevator over there had reached the ground for the second time, this time a man and a woman came down, they were wearing well-tailored suits, and they looked like capable assistants.

"Hello, all the entry procedures are here, please see!" The female assistant with the figure of a devil stepped forward quickly, pulled out a few pieces of paper from the folder, and passed Bruce to the customs officer, so that the customs officer quickly completed the customs clearance procedures.

After the customs officers left, the two assistants and Bruce in a wheelchair turned to the hangar not far away.

Just a dozen seconds later, as soon as the three of them entered the shadow of the tall hangar, a black van slowly slid over, and when the window of the driving position of the car was lowered, a local man wearing a blue uniform of the airport staff jumped down, smiling flatteringly while rubbing his hands: "Respected guest, I have already delivered your car for you." ”

"Thank you, this is a little careful, I wish you a nice day!" said the female assistant, who took out a $10 bill from her pocket and handed it to the staff as a tip.

"Hehe, I wish you all a happy trip, if you have any instructions, you can come to me at any time, my name is Aliman, and the employee number is 2321......"

But before the verbose guy finished speaking, the male assistant had already sat in the driver's seat, and when he pressed a button, the side door of the van automatically slid open, and a piece of equipment installed on the edge of the door was under the operation of the motor, "buzzing" down two short iron rods like a shovel.

Here, Bruce's female assistant also operated the electric wheelchair, and after reversing to the side of the car, the two iron rods smoothly stuck the groove in the lower part of the wheelchair, slowly forking Bruce up with the wheelchair, and deftly shrunk into the spacious compartment.

In the end, the female assistant followed the car and sat in the back seat, it turned out that the van was also Bruce's private property, and it had been specially remodeled, all for the convenience of Bruce, and there was no middle row seat installed in the carriage at all, but a card slot for an automatic wheelchair was installed, along with some other assistive electronic devices.

So when Bruce got into the car, he just said a password, and a small 8-inch tablet was held by a robotic arm and delivered to Bruce's eyes.

"Make a phone call, contact the ape-man, and tell him I've arrived, and when I receive the money, I can get to work. While browsing the news on the tablet, Bruce instructed the female assistant behind him.

"OK!" After hurriedly agreeing, the female assistant with the figure of a devil popped up a small mobile phone from the deep groove in her chest and quickly dialed a number.

After the female assistant communicated with the ape for a while, an account update notification appeared on the tablet in front of Bruce's eyes, confirming that $2 million had just been transferred to his account.