Chapter 1151 High-Level Meeting! (Above)

Green light. Sandalwood.

Bai Wanjun is quaint and simple. I don't like luxury and wealth. Not only is the dress and the simple route followed, but even the placement of the room can be called light.

The room where Bai Wanjun's coffin is placed is so simple that you can't see too many modern objects.

Bai Twelve sat on a chair, next to the coffin, his face calm and quiet. It's like being with an old friend.

"Time flies." Bai Twelve's fingers rubbed the coffin, and his eyes always stayed on Bai Wanjun, who was lying peacefully in the coffin.

The lights jumped, and the white twelve's face exuded a treacherous brilliance. In particular, the atmosphere in this room is very strange.

But every night, Bai Twelve would come to the room to accompany Bai Wanjun as scheduled.

For so many years, the two would sit together and chat every night. On weekdays, Bai Wanjun always guides the topic, on the one hand, she guides Bai Twelve. On the other hand, give white twelve warmth. Now it is Bai Twelve who speaks, and Bai Wanjun listens.

White Twelve had everything that was supposed to belong to him.

Now. Whether it is the Han family, the Xue family, or the Chen family, who are slowly withdrawing from the stage of history and do not intend to play an important role in this big drama, they are all full of vigilance against this unpredictable Bai family.

Provocation?

They didn't dare. Not only jealous and the huge energy of the Bai family. is even more afraid of the mysterious organization behind the Bai family.

And all of this is now under control in the palm of Bai Twelve's hand.

It can be said that the current White Twelve is not a man.

But he spends a lot of time every day with Bai Wanjun, who was killed by his own hands.

Contradiction?

Contradictory, perhaps. But this world, the people of this world. And who is not contradictory?

Isn't Ling Hong contradictory? Even if he has no reason to contradict it now.

Isn't the Heavenly Sword Old Demon contradictory? What about Ye Long?

Lin Ze is also conflicted. I'm sick of contradictions.

Even if it is Lin Tianwang, who is as lonely as a big avalanche, he is also very contradictory.

This is a time of contradictions. When freedom opens its arms to everyone, it also gives them difficult choices.

"The long wait." The corners of the white twelve lips were flushed with a flat arc. Bai Wanjun in the coffin smiled. "Wanjun. I'm going to make a show. You come to admire. All right? ”

Bai Wanjun, who was sleeping peacefully in the coffin, did not react. But Bai Twelve's ears seemed to sound with that familiar voice.

"Okay."

Bai Twelve smiled.

Get up slowly. Leave the room with a negative hand.

……

in the living room. An oval sitting table. There were more than a dozen men of different skin tones and different hair colors. The youngest among them is only in his twenties, and he is the same age as Lin Ze. The older ones are even older than Lin Tianwang.

But these people all looked solemn, smoking cigarettes, thoughtful.

They come from all over the world. But without exception, they are the most powerful and influential people in the organization.

Let's just say the middle-aged man on the left, who is as black as chocolate. He is one of the largest unofficial army leaders in South Africa. It's not just the European and American authorities who have a headache for this middle-aged man. Even the local government army is very jealous.

He's been able to get to where he is today. In addition to the ability of individual excellence. It relies on the organization's strong network of relationships and huge resources.

To form an army, you need guns and ammunition, you need adequate funds, and a favorable environment for development.

These are indispensable.

He had them all. The organization can provide him with everything. And the only condition is to be willing to act as a thug of the organization.

It's a reasonable deal. When you have nothing, and suddenly someone can give you everything. You always need to sell something. Maybe it's morality, maybe it's soul. Maybe - everything.

The middle-aged man sat here, without the slightest urge to be arrogant. Maybe in his hometown, he has enough right to speak. Even when negotiating with local official representatives, he straightened his back and raised his tone. But here, he didn't dare, and he didn't have the qualifications.

Don't mention anything else. Just sitting next to him, the handsome blonde guy in his early thirties. It is not for him to offend.

Offended. His soldiers may need to use kitchen knives to confront the regular army.

These come from different countries. Each person had been in contact with a small group of two or three people at most, waiting in harmony and silence in the living room.

Wait for the president, whom they have never seen before, to appear.

They had already guessed the identity of the president. Of course, it's not that they're smart. It's the Bai family now, who else might be the president?

White Twelve!

Creak.

The door was gently pushed open, making a slight grinding sound.

White Twelve, holding a white handkerchief in his left hand, appeared. His eyes were filled with a calm glow. On the face, the spirit is flying.

"I've kept you waiting." Bai Twelve entered the room with a smile on his face.

The group quickly stood up and greeted Bai Twelve with great humility.

Respect, reverence, and fear.

No one despised Bai Twelve because he wasn't old enough. No one looked down on him because he was unknown.

There is usually only one result of underestimating one's own leadership, and being fired is squid.

These bigwigs who live up to the human essence will not allow themselves to make low-level mistakes.

Not to be underestimated, does not mean that there are no doubts.

They had never seen the god-shattering president of the year. But they can be sure. The president who had been in power all over the world more than twenty years ago would never be the White Twelve.

So-is it the old man of the Bai family nicknamed the old evil?

This doubt was only momentarily put to the fore. Again, that's not something they should be thinking about.

What they need to know now. It was Bai Twelve who summoned himself to come to Huaxia, what is the reason.

Bai Twelve picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. With a smile on his face, "Everyone, please be seated." ”

The crowd sat down. stared blankly at Bai Twelve.

This is a gathering of organizational management, even if it does not seem salty on the surface. But in the hearts of all people, it is extremely magnificent.

This is the first appearance of the organization's president. is also a rare group of bigwigs on the same stage. No one believed that tonight was just catching up, drinking tea and chatting.

They were waiting, waiting for the next step from White Twelve.

"The shark is dead." Bai Twelve sat quietly on the chair, unable to feel the slightest aura in his body, and smiled. "There's also a big problem with Yiyantang. Cooperation in New York -- also encountered great obstacles. It can be said that the current organization is scattered. ”

Everyone listened to Bai Twelve's narration and felt uncomfortable.

That's right. Shark Yiyantang is the backbone of the organization. But without them, the organization may not be affected much, right?

Doesn't the current president know how elaborate the organization is?

Even if half of the leaders here are dead, the organization will still be able to operate and do what they want to do and have reason to do!

Bai Twelve's words not only flattened the execution of the organization, but also looked down on these leaders.

But no one expressed an opinion, and they listened with humility.

Bai Twelve paused, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "So, the organization needs someone to stand up." Go and officially take their place. ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked!

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