927

"How much this horse is worth, you can have someone tell me when you go back." Zhao Chunliang walked out of the stable without looking back, leaving only two stunned figures.

After a long time, Boston's face slowly became gloomy.

"Bastard, what does he think he is? The prince of a remote country really dared to kill Caesar, bastard!! Boston's face was hard to see, this Caesar is not only a hot-blooded stallion, but also the symbol of the entire Wimbledon Racecourse, its symbolism is far greater than its economic value, and now this horse has been slapped on the head directly, this is really a dead body, and even the value of using it as a specimen is gone!

"Boss, this... What are we going to do? The veterinarian asked in horror.

"This matter can't just end like this!" Boston gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go find Mr. Sean right away." ”

"Mr. Sean?!" The veterinarian was taken aback and said, "Boss, the other party is a prince!" ”

"The Lord? Hmph, back then, Mr. Sean's grandfather even dared to assassinate the Grand Duke, what is a prince in a remote area? And we're not trying to kill him, we're just going to teach him a lesson! Boston finished and left the stable.

At this time, Zhao Chunliang had already left the racecourse and returned to the hospital.

Although Wu Mei suffered skin injuries, it took a while for the wound to heal, so Zhao Chunliang specially hired several senior nurses to care for Wu Mei's body, as for wards and the like, it was naturally the most expensive private ward, using the most expensive and best medicine.

When Zhao Chunliang returned to the hospital, Queen White and Prince Pope were no longer there, and Isabella said that after receiving the matter from his subordinates about Zhao Chunliang slaughtering Caesar, their faces were not very good, but the two did not go crazy on the spot.

"The day after tomorrow is the Queen's birthday, I hope you can recover before then!" Zhao Chunliang didn't care about the queen's reaction, he sat next to Wu Mei, took Wu Mei's hand and said.

"I'll definitely try to recover!" Wu Mei said with a smile.

"Alas, it's all my fault!" Zhao Chunliang blamed himself and said, "Blame me for not taking good care of you!" ”

"I'm to blame!" Isabella said with the same reproach.

"None of you blame it, it's just an accident, uncle, why have you become so grinding and chirping now, like a girl!" Wu Mei said with a smile.

"You dare to say that Lao Tzu is like a girl? You're lacking in education! Zhao Chunliang turned his face and said viciously, "When you are injured, you will wait to be whipped!" ”

"Uncle, even if you scold people, it's so funny!" Wu Mei said shyly.

"You young people's minds, what a fucking filth..."

While Zhao Chunliang and Isabella were accompanying Wu Mei in the hospital, Boston drove his Maybach to the outside of a Gothic building in London's Wilson district.

As soon as his car stopped, a man in a black trench coat with his entire head locked in his collar stepped forward and knocked on his door.

"I'm coming to Mr. Sean, I'm Boston." Boston said, pulling the window down.

"Wait a minute." The man in the black trench coat turned and walked up the next few steps and knocked on a heavy wooden door.

After a long time, the wooden door opened.

A bald head poked its head out from behind the wooden door, and the man in the black trench coat said a few words to the bald head, who nodded and closed the door.

In about a minute, the wooden door was opened again.

The bald head walked out of the door, walked to the side of the Maybach, and said to Boston in the car, "The boss is waiting for you in the office." ”

"Okay!" Boston nodded, opened the door and stepped out of the car, then handed the keys to the man in the black trench coat.

The man got into the car and drove away.

Boston followed his bald head up the stairs, through the heavy wooden door, and into the Gothic building.

The interior of the building is a huge hall.

There were several tables in the hall, and around them sat people who didn't look like they were good at stubble.

Some of them were chatting, some were playing cards, and some were drinking.

On their table, in addition to cards and wine, there were also a handful of weapons, pistols, rifles, and grenades.

The hall was noisy, but not a single movement could be heard outside.

At the front of the hall, a Sven man with shiny hair and gold-rimmed glasses sat at the back of a desk.

On either side of the desk, there are two huge bookcases with heavy books in them.

Sunlight shone in through the stained window on the man behind the desk, making him look very sacred.

If it weren't for the people with guns on their desks, it would be like a library, and the man behind the desk would be like a senior executive at a company, or a professor at a university.

Boston walked to the front of the desk, knelt down on one knee at the man behind the desk, put one hand on his chest, and said, "Hello, Mr. Sean. ”

"Arise, my friend, my grandfather and your grandfather were good brothers, and you and I should be like brothers." The man named Sean smiled and nodded at Boston, the smile was full of softness, if Boston had known a long time ago that this man was the biggest gang leader in all of London, he would have thought that he was sitting in front of an intellectual.

"Thank you, Mr. Sean, my good friend!" Boston nodded, stood up, and sat down to the side.

"I remember, since we knew you had never been here under the sun!" Sean said softly.

"I'm coming to you today, I really need to ask you, Mr. Sean." Boston said.

"What is it that makes you so anxious?" Sean asked curiously.

"That's the case..."Boston briefly told Sean what happened today, and then said, "That prince from Samba country dared to kill the only hot-blooded breed in our horse farm, this matter, Mr. Sean, you need to stand up for me no matter what!" ”

"Since this incident happened in Greater London, then I must stand up for you!" Sean said seriously, "As the maker and defender of London's underground rules, it is impossible for me to let others undermine the stability of Greater London, but, my friend, you also know that the other party is a prince, if I kill him, the royal family will not let me go easily, and when the time comes, I will have to pay a high price..."

"My friend, Mr. Sean, I don't need you to kill that person, I just need to teach that person a lesson, let him know that this is London, it is England, there are not only nobles here, but also the defenders of the dark order like you, of course, he must compensate me for my losses, and those losses, just as if I honor you!" Boston said.

"Can our friendship be measured in money? You see how many people on the street ask me for help, but have I ever taken a penny from them? Sean said with a dissatisfied expression.

"Yes, yes, but I can't let you help me out and not help at all, that loss, please be sure to laugh!" Boston said.

"If the friendship between you and me is still mixed with such monetary interests, then you can go back today!" Sean waved his hand and said, "For me, I'm not short of money, since I've been in charge of the London Underworld until now, how many things have I done for people, and how many things have I asked people to get money?" You're insulting me, my friend. ”

"You didn't take any money, but the things you take are much more valuable than the money given by others!" Boston secretly sneered in his heart, but said with a smile, "In that case, if Mr. Sean has a place to use me, or something he can see, I will definitely try my best to help you get it." ”

Sean smiled and said, "My friend, how far do you want to teach that lord a lesson?" ”

Half an hour later.

Boston closed the wooden door with a smile on his face and walked out.

His Maybach just drove up from the side and stopped in front of him.

Boston handed a hundred-pound note to the man who drove the car, and got into the car.

"Vampire!!"

When Boston got into the car, he slapped his resentful hands on the steering wheel.

Just now, Sean forcibly extorted a year's gambling business from the racetrack.

It was an important source of income for the racecourse, and it could bring nearly 100 million pounds of profit to Boston in a year!

"I thought that thirty or forty million would be able to send him away, but I didn't expect it!!" Boston grabbed his hair in annoyance, then slammed the gas pedal and drove the car forward.

At this time, Zhao Chunliang really didn't know that he killed Caesar in front of Boston, which made Boston run to Sean in anger.

Sean, nicknamed Gentleman, is the boss of the largest gang in the entire London area, almost single-handedly controls all the drug and arms business in the whole of London, and its industry is involved in nightclubs, bars, football clubs and other aspects, according to people in Europe, Sean, is a very powerful gangster boss, although he looks very gentlemanly and polite on the face, but in fact he is an insatiable and ruthless person.

It is said that as long as he is given enough money, he is willing to do anything.

Of course, the reason why Sean is recognized as a powerful gangster boss is not only because he is very powerful, but also because he can hire a sage!