When Chris's nostrils were sore by the mirror, he still had to admit that the dance was not yet coming to an end, and that the talented lead dancer across from him had no intention of leaving.

Then have a good time with you, Chris's competitive spirit is fully stimulated, and no dancer will get tired of the gorgeousness of the stage... In particular, this dancer still has a certain strength.

"Hey, guys." Chris's tone changed, "Looks like we're going to have to use our brains." ”

They all know what that means.

Immediately afterward, they split into several pairs. Chris followed closely with a few men, and the other part returned the same way and bypassed Presley Hall and went straight to the door of Boccaccio's collection, which was one of the few ways out, and the other exits, such as the small gate next to the ruins of the Doge's Palace in Sailor, or the Iverson Avenue to Constantinople, cut off by the Cumberland Mountains, had been waiting for a long time.

Chris reached out and tugged at the neckline, and before leaving, he looked around the hall again, and in the northwest of the glorious hall, a hook that stretched out was empty, and he didn't realize what was missing from the gleaming golden hook.

There was a sound of sparse footsteps from behind, so Qin Yunhao could judge that there were not many people chasing after him.

It is impossible for them to mess up because of this, Qin Yunhao knows very well, the guy who takes the lead is a well-known conspirator in the Holy See, Andrea Lodge Chris, the legendary young Archduke Andre is by no means so easy to get along with, and his other title, "Provost", is even more thunderous.

This guy is notorious, but his status is as high as the sky, and now the outlaws in this Holy See are eating Qin Yunhao's dust behind.

He won't be very happy, Qin Yunhao smiled playfully, and the next one will be even more interesting.

Qin Yunhao lifted the picture frame, took out a pen and colored paint from the display case next to the corridor, and with a shake of his hand, he shook the cap of the bottle, and it was easy for him to change a painting.

Then he leaned the altered Madonna of the Rocks against the display case, the bright red paint scattered all over the ground as bewitching as blood.

He threw away his paintbrush and turned to step into another gallery, his hand stained with paint, and as he went, he drew crooked words on the white wall, the striking dark brown left on the wall like a distorted smile, and he would mock the visitor mercilessly—

“FuckYouUp！”

At this time, Grand Duke André was more angry than ever, and he carried the famous portrait of Our Lady of the Rocks, but in the frame of the picture he was stared at with a sneering pumpkin head, whose mouth was drawn as an arrow pointing to a corner of the gallery, and three crooked words were clearly printed on the white wall of that place.

The sarcasm was undoubtedly effective, even vicious, and Chris didn't know how long he hadn't been so angry, and this time his anger was at its peak - thanks to the perverse bastard, and he had to admit that the guy was difficult.

And they have always had a disadvantage - unfamiliarity with opponents and environments. Comparatively, their opponents seem to know everything well. It's driving them almost insane.

Calm down, Chris closed his eyes and opened them again, this guy is provoking, if he is really angry, he will lose, but it is a pity for this painting.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the frame fell to the ground and broke in the center, and Chris kicked the paint bottle on the ground, and the paint splashed on the wall and drowned out the three bright letters

。

At this moment, his communication device vibrated abruptly, and his hand swept from his waist to his ear, and then a clear voice came into his ears.

"You mean you were tricked into getting to Josson Street?" Chris's voice was full of banter, "Marconi Wells, I've heard of that old scoundrel, I didn't expect him to be able to cheat you, in that case, then now take someone and arrest him and chop him up, won't it be a hundred?" ”

Chris then cut off contact.

"Alright, guys." Chris moved his shoulders, "Cheer up, our enemy hasn't left yet, and although he looks like a ruffian, we seem to be humiliated, so ah guys, now we should make him understand how stupid the hare is that keeps breaking into the wolves!" ”

His voice echoed through the gallery, a grim side face drawn in the dim fluorescent light, no one answered him, and of course he didn't need anyone to respond, he just sneered silently, and now that everything was locked down, catching that guy would no longer be a problem.

In this way, why should you not get along with yourself?

Thomas's figure was hidden in the dark woods, and with his strength he didn't have to worry about being attacked by wild beasts, and sprinkling a circle of phosphor around him, plus some droppings, was the best warning to those who didn't know what to do.

All you have to do is wait for the rabbit, the Leonardo Memorial in front of you is still brightly lit, the only exit in this direction is closed, and the predator will immediately deliver a fatal blow as soon as the prey appears.

If it weren't for my expectation, the prey should be not far away, and the corners of Thomas's mouth curled up, and my exploits would have surprised Chris.

So unexpected and rightfully so, I was a genius.