If you extrapolate the current scene with normal thinking logic that people can't believe.

It's a standoff.

Unexpected, incredible, and beyond imagination.

I'm afraid that everyone present will think that Xiong's first reaction to arrival should be the same as the sea, not to mention beating Wang Fuxing to death under the indiscriminate gun, which is most in line with the awe-inspiring majesty of Rothschild's financial empire.

No one, no matter what status, can resist the will of Rothschild and make enemies of the greatest financial empire.

In everyone's minds, this is the tough attitude that the first super chaebol should have.

But the situation is completely different now.

Xiong's arrival successfully prevented the chaos in the banquet hall, but he did not immediately order Wang Fuxing to be shot indiscriminately to prove to everyone Rothschild's iron blood.

He just chose a tougher way, intending to arrest Wang Fuxing, a figure who has now completely ruined the birthday party.

Wang Fuxing's attitude was very clear, and he refused any toughness and impoliteness, after he killed Rothschild's third in line to the throne.

Is this a matter of arguing?

A few people who were thinking in this direction laughed and peed in their hearts for the first time...

But now the situation is in front of everyone, Xiong wants to take away the dignity and pride maintained by Wang Fuxing and take Wang Fuxing away.

But Wang Fuxing stood on the side strongly, putting himself in the same position as Xiong, and made a posture that the two of them would talk in another place.

The former means internment, which means Rothschild's condescending interrogation and even trial.

The latter represents a dialogue of complete equality, or rather, the possibility of negotiations of various concessions.

How to get out of the banquet hall represents Wang Fuxing's future identity within the Rothschild family.

"I suddenly remembered that there is an old saying in the Celestial Empire, which may be able to describe your love interest."

In the corner, Hai's attitude was vague, and he didn't rush to the front, he stood beside Jing and suddenly laughed softly.

"Oh?"

Jing's beautiful eyelashes moved, and the whole person became more and more sexy.

"I don't know how thick the sky is."

Hai smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't understand why he can't let go of the so-called pride and insist on these indifferent things, this is not the Celestial Empire, this is not even the United Kingdom." In this piece of land, there is only one name, Rothschild. His pride and arrogance will never bring him the slightest bit of good luck. ”

"Do you think so too?"

Quietly speaking, her face flushed a little, and her eyes became more and more confused looking at the man in the field who seemed to never regress.

Tough, arrogant, stubborn, proud, extreme.

He has the potential to be a successful person, but he also has the disadvantages of being a loser.

Lunatic.

Jing doesn't deny this assessment, but she likes such crazy people.

Such a madman can kill an opponent who can cause him great trouble because of his own woman.

Such a madman chooses to rush to his own woman at the first time when he is besieged.

The same madman, in the face of Rothschild's gunpoint, pulled his own woman behind him for the first time.

Jing wasn't sure that she would fall in love with this man from the Celestial Empire because of these, but all this made her very excited.

Yes, excited.

It's like she suddenly met a good masturbation partner, she can fantasize unscrupulously, enjoy the feeling that only belongs to herself, and can linger with herself without scruples in her inner world.

There is spiritual release, but there is also physical pleasure.

Jing licked her lips gently, and under the light, her whole person had a strange charm, seducing all beings.

Hai didn't react for a while, and asked quietly, turning his head to look at her suspiciously at this time, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

"Everyone must be wondering how Wang Fuxing will leave the banquet hall tonight, right?"

Jing took a glass of wine on the table, took a sip, and asked with a smile.

Hai nodded subconsciously, he was indeed a little curious, how Wang Fuxing would leave tonight.

Leave!

Hai's heart beat violently, and he turned his head abruptly to look at Jing on the side.

The smile on the corner of Jing's mouth became more and more obvious: "Yes, how do you say he will leave?" This is really a question that makes people think about it, but is this question really more interesting than whether Wang Fuxing will die and how he will die? No, not at all, but now, I have every reason to believe that all the people present, who are thinking about whether Wang Fuxing will die on the spot, are definitely a minority, a very small minority, which is interesting, what do you think? ”

"You mean, it's a play? Or rather, double reeds? ”

Hai quickly calmed down, looking at Jing's charming and sexy face, and his tone was low.

Jing didn't answer, just looked at Xiong, who was confronting Wang Fuxing in the field, and muttered in a low voice: "Old fox." ”

"The longer this matter drags on, the more beneficial it will be to Wang Fuxing."

Hai muttered to himself, suddenly made up his mind, and stepped forward suddenly.

The corners of Jing's mouth rose again, and with a mentality that watching the excitement was not a big deal, she sat down.

"Uncle, I don't think this is the time when we can be polite, because just a few minutes ago, he brutally killed Ming, this is the most unreasonable provocation to us, he is our enemy, I suggest killing him immediately!"

Hai came to Xiong's side and bowed slightly, his voice slow but resolute.

Xiong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked deeply at the sea without speaking.

"Oh, it's the Wang family again, these nasty troublemakers, I don't like them."

A middle-aged Western man who was following Xiong rubbed his nose and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"Twenty years ago, the Wang family? Why did they pop up again, damn it, is it this young man? Hey, boy, listen, you better not expect our Bourbon family to be friendly to you, and if my dear male doesn't mind, I'd love to get you in some trouble here. ”

The other person took a step forward and stared at Wang Fuxing and Liuli in the center of the field, and his tone was very unkind.

Bourbon.

In Europe, this is definitely a thunderous surname, and behind this surname is a dynasty!

Bourbons!

A true juggernaut that has intermittently ruled Navarre, France, Naples, Sicily, and several Italian principalities in European history!

Spain and Luxembourg, which are still under the rule of the Bourbons.

The elite club is in second place and has not wavered for several years.

And since the person who came here on behalf of the Bourbon family was able to be entertained by Xiong himself, it naturally showed that his status within the family was not trivial.

Therefore, his words can also be considered a clear statement by the Bourbon family.

Wang Fuxing smiled lightly, the disdain in his eyes was obvious.

Twenty years ago, the second of an elite club, the third one, one was deeply rooted in Europe, and the other was in Southeast Asia, firmly sitting on the throne of the first wealthy family in Asia, to this position, the so-called sphere of influence has long been blurred, and conflicts between each other are inevitable, some of which are small, Wang Fuxing is not clear, and he is too lazy to delve into it, he doesn't care whether the Bourbon family is friendly or not, and Europe may become the most important transit point in his life, Wang Fuxing didn't want to provoke others, but those who dared to stop in front of him and block his progress had only one end, complete death!

Whoever it is!

"Young man, you don't have to inch in, there is an old saying in the Celestial Empire, called face without shame, I don't want to use this sentence to describe you, but your current attitude is too tough, after all, an heir who is very important to me and Rothschild died at your hands, this is something I don't want to see, but now, I am still willing to talk to you, I hope you can cooperate."

Xiong's face regained his calm, he looked at Wang Fuxing, and said in a flat tone, this time, he used Chinese with correct and round words.

"Is this a kindness on the part of the head of the house?"

Wang Fuxing asked with a smile, took a few steps forward gently, and came to Ming's corpse.

In front of everyone's eyes, he lifted his foot and slowly crushed the wine glass in his mouth.

The pair of valuable leather shoes also stepped directly on Ming's face.

The crumbs of the wine glass slid under Wang Fuxing's feet, with an unusually slight but strange sound.

Ming's face was instantly scratched by the broken glass, and the flesh and blood became more and more blurred, hideous and terrifying.

The Rothschild guards who followed Xiong into the hall raised their guns as soon as possible, and the muzzle of the black hole was focused on Wang Fuxing, and they would spray bullets without hesitation as long as the head of the family gave an order.

Several middle-aged people standing next to Xiong changed color slightly, but they did not speak like the people of the Bourbon family, but chose to wait and see.

No matter how powerful a person is, he doesn't want to provoke a madman for no reason.

And a madman who looks arrogant but is calm to the extreme.

They were absolutely sure that if this young man did not die tonight, he would be completely famous on the European continent tomorrow morning!

"I am willing to accept the kindness of Mr. Housemaster, and I also hope to talk to you, but not as a prisoner, I may die tonight, but there will definitely be no one who can control my freedom, so, I hope you can let your people back a little, the feeling of being pointed at gunpoint makes me very disliked."

Wang Fuxing also replied in Chinese.

Hai's face was blank, his eyes were cold, and he didn't say a word.

"This kid is looking for death, kill this arrogant guy, he makes me feel terrible!"

The big man from the Bourbon family roared in a low voice, and looked at Wang Fuxing viciously, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

Xiong's expression became calmer, as if he was waiting for something.

Wang Fuxing grandly trampled Ming's corpse under his feet, looked at the guy next to Xiong who had a prominent surname but a really unpleasant temper, and smiled softly: "Those who want to kill me, I will also kill them." ”

He slowly glanced around, and nodded affirmatively in this land surrounded by blond-haired and blue-eyed Westerners, facing the people standing at the top of the continent.

Typical madman thinking.

Others just wanted to kill him, but he had already begun to put it into action, directly ignoring the thought process.

"Young man, I admit it, you are very bold and you have good mental qualities, but I just want to remind you that this is Rothschild, and here, you have to listen to me, right? You don't have any confidence to guarantee that you'll be safe even if you provoke me, that's true. ”

The male said softly.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone felt that something was wrong.

The impression of Rothschild is definitely not such an image, such superfluous nonsense, it seems to be coercive, but in fact there is a kind of negotiation posture.

Where does such a Rothschild have the sharpness to assassinate the president of the United States?

"Confidence? Do you think I really don't? ”

Wang Fuxing suddenly laughed.

The male pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't hold back his body from making unnecessary movements, and said in a deep voice: "What confidence do you have?" ”

"What confidence do you think I will have, I will have some confidence, you seem to know something, but you are not sure. I'm not sure, but I don't want to seek the truth. Those who know the truth seem to be reluctant to say right now that we're all playing a fun guessing game, aren't we? If you guess the wrong answer, the consequences can be severe. ”

Wang Fuxing smiled and said a bunch of words that most people couldn't understand, he raised his foot, lifted Ti Ming's corpse, and continued to laugh: "He was killed by me, this person deserves to die, this is my reason." Mr. Housemaster, if you think I'm doing something wrong, you're going to beat me. ”

“……”

After a brief silence, everyone completely collapsed.

It's a bummer.

Several big men who followed Xiong into the banquet hall looked at each other, their faces flushed.

How many years?

Wang Fuxing seems to be the first to be able to speak to Rothschild in such a rogue and nonchalant tone.

Foreigners who can understand Chinese are already laughing and peeing in their hearts...

Wang Fuxing's tone was very relaxed, but his attitude could not have been more clearly expressed.

He killed Ming, he could negotiate with Rothschild, but he had to continue to be treated as a VIP deserved.

Xiong's brow finally furrowed, he seemed to have encountered some unexpected situation, and he looked faintly a little anxious.

He didn't want to kill the king and revive.

This is the truest voice in his heart.

He needed his daughter to inherit the position of head of the family, and he also understood how important this young man from the East would be in his daughter's strategic layout for a long time to come.

This man, he was reluctant to kill.

He is now putting on a tough and arresting posture, just to protect Rothschild's face.

As long as Wang Fuxing is captured, he will definitely not die, at most, he will only leave the castle secretly and hide in an absolutely safe environment.

But Wang Fuxing did not have any tacit understanding with him on this point, and put on a tough posture of fighting to the death, asking Rothschild to show due courtesy.

To be polite, it is necessary to let go of the majesty of the empire.

Once this happens, coupled with Ming's death, Xiong will directly face the pressure of several other factions in the family, making him very passive.

Kill him directly?

Although he was a little reluctant, there was a moment when such a thought did flash through his mind.

But he didn't dare.

Yes, there are some... Don't dare, or rather, reluctantly.

Just like the guessing game that Wang Fuxing just said, there are some things that he can't be sure of and is seeking verification, while Wang Fuxing is not clear, but he doesn't want to know the answer to the riddle, and the person who knows the riddle is pretending.

The mystery of this is the most scruples of Xiong.

Xiong is a little irritable for no reason, and in the words of the Celestial Empire, it hurts under his crotch at this time.

He just wants a face!

But Wang Fuxing didn't give him this face at all.

"God, this is too much, I can't believe that there is such an unknown thing in this world as you... Ignorance... I don't know what to do! Yes, it's just a young man who doesn't know what to do, Wang, I hate you even more now! ”

The big man of the Bourbon family stretched out a hand and pointed at Wang Fuxing viciously, his tone a little vicious.

"Hey, Kent, it's a Rothschild family affair! It's a family affair, you know? You talk so much that it annoys me, and the look on your barking face here reminds me of the leper dog who only watches the excitement with his eyes open on the sidelines, and is the first to run away when something happens, oh, forgive me for using such inappropriate words, but I'm really fed up with the always neutral Bourbon family's methods of stirring up trouble, and it disgusts me. So, if you can't rush up and kill this young man from the East like a man right now, then please shut your noble mouth, okay? ”

An extremely discordant voice sounded unusually abruptly from the other side of the male.

The corner of the male's eyes twitched, but he remained silent.

Robert, who met with Wang Fuxing last night. Hans took a slow step forward, looking at Bourbon unconcernedly. Kent's face turned into a pig's liver color in an instant, and he slapped his palms with a relaxed smile: "Look, the great Bourbon family is about to retreat, the appearance of the leper dog is really cute." ”

Wang Fuxing smiled at Hans, who had made a good impression on him, this mysterious person, he was curious, how much energy he had to openly ridicule and even humiliate the second family of the elite club, the ruler of Spain.

"Can I interpret your words as a provocation by you to our great Bourbons?"

Bourbon. Kent's voice was unusually cold, but he didn't act rashly.

"Whatever you want."

Hans whistled and shrugged his shoulders, still smiling.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became more subtle and tense.

It seems that from the moment Hans came forward, the atmosphere here has been quietly changing.

"You auction crumbs!"

Kent was silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying word by word.

"Choppy?"

Hans laughed, his swarthy face unusually rich, "Okay, then I'll do some of the things that should be done." ”

He turned around, faced the crowd, clapped his palms, and said loudly: "Everyone, now we are doing a very interesting thing, I think Mr. House Master will not mind, today, I am going here, Miss Lan's birthday party, auction Spain, of course, that small economically developed place in Luxembourg can also, oh, well, to be exact, we start auctioning the Bourbon family, is there any bidding?" The reserve price is one billion euros, a very rare price, isn't it? ”

The hall, which had been a little commotionous, fell into a dead silence in an instant.

Kent's face changed, and he finally couldn't help but shout angrily: "Enough, well, Hans, Mr. Hans!" What exactly are you going to do? Are you just trying to humiliate me? It's not good for you! ”

"I don't want to do anything."

Hans laughed, looked at the silent crowd in the hall, and sighed with some regret: "It seems that this time the auction will be lost, it's a pity." ”

The temperature in the hall was warm.

But at this moment, a dense layer of cold sweat had already emerged from Kent's forehead.

The Bourbons are not afraid of auctions, but they are absolutely unwilling to provoke them for no reason... Chop Pieces!

"Just kidding, Mr. Kent, don't be nervous."

Hans laughed, strode to Wang Fuxing's side, put his arm around his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Okay, friend, I said, I like you very much, the atmosphere here is too tense, how about we change places and have a drink?" ”

Wang Fuxing let Hans's hand on his shoulder, smiled slightly, and said softly, "It's glad." But I'm curious, Mr. Hans, can I know who you are? ”

"Huh? Identity? ”

Hans smiled and said softly, "Didn't you look at the back of the business card I gave you?" Or just throw it away? ”

Wang Fuxing was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Of course not." ”

He reached out and pulled out his wallet, from which he took out the business card that Hans had given him the night before.

On the business card, the simple Robert. Hans and his contact details are printed on it, reflecting a faint sheen in the light.

Wang Fuxing turned the business card upside down and looked at the back.

The back is simpler, with a few English letters printed on it that already look a little blurry.

It's a word.

Auction。

Auction, the meaning of the auction.

Wang Fuxing narrowed his eyes, glanced at Hans, and chuckled softly: "This is an organization? ”

"Of course, the greatest organization."

Hans smiled proudly: "As long as we want, we can auction anywhere in the world, as long as you can afford the price, we can even auction the White House in the United States, of course, as a friend, if you have a lot in need, you can also report it to me." I am the number one auctioneer in the European region of the organization, and I am also the general manager of the European region. ”

Auction!

In the Celestial Empire, Wang Fuxing had never heard of such an organization.

Wang Fuxing shrugged his shoulders and muttered, "Sounds good." ”

"Under the base, the auction is second."

Hans's eyes seemed to shine, he looked at Wang Fuxing, and chuckled, "We are very happy to serve the rich boss. ”

Base!

Wang Fuxing smiled bitterly, and secretly cursed in his heart.

He finally knew what the so-called auction was organized.

in the crowd.

He took Ruri's little hand tightly, took her with him, and followed Hans's footsteps out of the banquet hall.

The crowd automatically splits off a road.

All the way unimpeded.

Ming's corpse lay quietly on the ground, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Inside the hall.

Silently-

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