There used to be a very powerful underworld brother, with thousands of brothers, and his reputation on the road was known to everyone, and the money-making business under his hands also made him a billionaire, and later, he was shot.

Why did he die? Do no evil?

Wrong, although this eldest brother's business is also illegal, he himself never mixes these things with his own hands, and he lets his younger brother or younger brother's younger brother take care of everything, but he stays out of it, but he still dies.

He doesn't do evil, it doesn't mean that his little brother doesn't do evil, the people below think that they are the underworld, they think their boss is very powerful, so they also think they are very powerful, and then do all kinds of bad things, and finally report the name of their boss - of course, they are very successful, and after others hear the name of this famous boss, they all choose to be silent.

As the old saying goes, the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed in the anthill, and no matter how strong the embankment is, it can't hold up many ants.

This story tells us one thing -- the gun shoots the first bird.

And Yan Murong is experiencing this feeling.

Seeing the surprised expressions of this group of aristocratic sons and ladies, Yan Murong knew why Mo Jiana refused to find a shield in France - it was not that she couldn't find it, but that no one dared to risk angering the Capet family to help Mo Jiana.

It's not an arrow, it's a nuclear bomb.

Larsen, dressed in an expensive suit, was talking to the guest, and after the atmosphere suddenly became silent, his eyes also looked towards the door. When he saw his fiancée holding Yan Murong's arm, his face suddenly sank, and a cold chill flashed in his eyes.

In Europe, it is normal to kiss hands and kiss faces, and when we meet, even if you hold my wife, I will not say anything when I kiss my wife, because this is their etiquette. It can be done hand in hand, but only between couples.

After quickly adjusting the expression on his face, Larson walked over to Yan Murong, stood still in front of the two, didn't even look at Yan Murong, and looked at Mo Jiana, and her and Yan Murong's arms tightly together.

"Morgana, do you know what you're doing?" Larson said in a deep voice, trying not to look so angry on his face. So many people are watching, and even though they won't say it, they still have to save face.

"I'm here for my brother's eighteenth birthday party." Mo Jiana chuckled, turned her head, and looked at Yan Murong with a gentle expression. "By the way, I'll introduce you to my boyfriend."

Yan Murong smiled bitterly in his heart, a little regretful that he had continued his errand, and before he could dig a hoe, Mo Jiana, the little red apricot, took the initiative to climb out of the wall.

Slap in the face, naked ~ naked ~ naked slap in the face!

Larsen's feeling at this time was that his face was hot and hot.

People in the upper classes of all of France, oh no, all of France, know that Morgana is his fiancée of Larson Capet. But now, she is intimately tied to another man, and tells him loudly that this is her boyfriend.

"Okay, haha, good."

Larson laughed angrily as he looked at Morgana and smiled. "You really have the same personality as you did when you were a child, and I like it very much—Vincent's eighteenth birthday today, and I don't think you, as an older sister, will make him unhappy."

"He was already very unhappy to see me." Morgana chuckled.

What's going on? Yan Murong listened a little foggy. But listening to the meaning of Morgana's words, it seems that she and her brother are not very on the same path.

Interesting, it seems that things are quite complicated, Yan Murong thought to himself.

Larsen's qi cultivation kung fu made Yan Murong admire it very much, his women were with other men, this guy only questioned twice, and then a smile appeared on his face again. Whether it was a real smile or a fake smile, Yan Murong had to pay attention to him - he could bear this situation, and his scheming was terrifying.

After a short silence, the hall became lively again, and in one corner of the hall, there were gifts piled on the ground that were more than a person tall and like a hill, and next to the gifts, Vincent, dressed in a snow-white suit, was sitting there, chatting with two tall, scantily clad blonde beauties beside him, and from time to time he took out two gifts from the pile and stuffed them into their arms. However, his eyes kept looking at Yan Murong and Mo Jiana.

"Everyone."

At this moment, Larson stood on the stairs leading to the second floor, clapped his hands, and after attracting everyone's attention, he said. "Tonight is a very special day, the eighteenth birthday of my best friend and my fiancée's brother, Petain Guvincent - oh, you see, the handsome guy in a white suit. Although he looked a little older, he was only eighteen. ”

Larson's joke elicited a good-natured laugh from the crowd, and he pressed his hand to signal silence before he spoke. "Although today is Vincent's birthday, there are so many guests, and I, as the owner of Capet, must entertain everyone."

"I know what you guys like." Larson smiled mysteriously. "So, after cutting the cake, I've got your favorite show in the basement of the castle for you - and of course, Vincent loves it."

As soon as Larson's words fell, he let out a burst of surprises, as if he was looking forward to the show he was preparing.

"There's a basement here?"

Larsson spoke French, which Yan Murong couldn't understand, and after Mo Jiana translated it for him, he asked with some curiosity. "What do they like about shows?"

"You asked me two questions at once, which one do you want me to answer first?" Mojana asked with a smile.

"There's a basement here?" Yan Murong asked again.

"Yes." Morgana nodded. "The basement here, during the reign of Louis XIII, was not a basement, but an execution ground - as for what kind of execution it was, I think you should imagine it."

"Understood." Yan Murong nodded, and then asked. "And what about the show they like? To prepare in the basement, Black Fist? ”

"Black Fist? Well, so to speak. Morgana chuckled. Flying cars, gambling, taking drugs, watching black boxing, these are all entertainment that they come to kill and make them idle. ”

"Sort of? What is the meaning? Yan Murong asked.

"It's just that you're only half right." Mojana pointed to the extremely well-dressed guys and said. "They all have their own fighters, and at a party like this, there's always a black boxing match – but it's not the black boxing that's exciting, it's people and beasts."