On the west coastline of Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates, a sturdy black man walked step by step towards the Emirates Palace Hotel in the distance with a bag on his back.

His stride is huge, and it is completely out of proportion to his height of just over 1.8 meters. But every step is very steady, constantly leaving deep footprints on the beach.

If you just look at the figure, this black man is not much different from ordinary black people. But when you look at his cheeks, you realize that this black man is very beautiful and beautiful.

In everyone's mind, black people are ugly, with thick lips, swarthy faces, and skin that makes people feel unbearable at first sight. But the black man was indeed very beautiful, his lips were not very thick, and he was tightly pursed, and with the soft lines of his chin, he looked exquisite.

The nose is high and delicate, and a pair of eyes are more like two gems inlaid on them, full of smart charm, which makes people can't help but look at it twice. The whole face presents a feminine feminine beauty, which is completely unbalanced with the strong body, resulting in a strong sensual collision.

Black pearls? No, it's a demon, a man's body, a woman's face, uncompromisingly bewitching.

Step by step, the sturdy black man walked along the shoreline to the Emirates Palace Hotel, glanced up, and strode in.

"Miss, I need a room, a palace suite on the sixth floor, I want this one." The sturdy black man made a female voice, pulled out his ID and cash, and handed it to the front desk.

Seeing each other's cheeks, hearing each other's voices, and then seeing each other's strong bodies, the beautiful Arab waiter at the front desk couldn't help but froze, staring at him with eyes that sank into petrification.

She had never seen such a person, this person was so special, was he a man or a woman?

"I'm a man." The bewitching black man smiled amazingly and charmingly, and continued to say in a female voice: "Please help me open a palace suite, a suite on the sixth floor, this one, I like this one." ”

"Oh...... Yes, sir. The waiter woke up from the petrification and hurriedly opened the room for the other party.

In the process of opening the room, she did not dare to look into the eyes of this bewitching black man, lest she be lost again.

"You're interested in me, aren't you? Do you want to see if I'm a man or a woman? After getting the room card, the bewitching black man smiled and whispered: "At zero o'clock tonight, I will finish my business, and then wait for you in my room." Remember, there's only one chance. ”

After saying that, the bewitching black man strode towards the sixth-story suite with a huge bag on his back.

He didn't use the elevator, but chose to take the stairs, not because he felt sorry for the tip, but because he walked even faster than the elevator.

He stopped as he reached the fourth floor, and stood there listening.

The third floor has several meeting rooms for various venues. This kind of venue layout can be found in almost every star hotel, and as the only eight-star hotel in the world, the Emirates Palace has as many as 40 meeting rooms.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know that you are generous and merciful, and as devout Muslims, we should extend the love of Islam to war-torn Africa, so that all refugees in Africa who are plagued by war, disease and hunger can feel the mercy of the One True God...... They are very confused, have no goal, no direction, and no faith, but they are sincere, true, honest, and hardworking. When I was hailed as the godfather in Kenya, I clearly felt how much they needed a faith to support me......"

In the conference room, a voice full of sincerity and emotion came out. This voice is so urgent, so sincere, expounding the faith, interpreting the suffering of Africa.

The glamorous black man stood and listened for a moment, then walked towards the conference room. He saw about dozens of people sitting in the conference room, and on the stage was a white man giving a speech.

Behind him are makeshift shelves that depict the poverty of Africa: refugees, drought, disease, war......

"Brutal Marcus." The glamorous black man muttered to himself.

And at this time, the person who was giving the speech on the stage glanced at the bewitching black man, and nodded his head at him without a trace.

The glamorous black man replied, turned away, and walked towards his room.

In the conference room full of Middle Eastern tycoons, Ding Dong turned his head to look at the departing bewitching black man, then at the speech on the stage, and left his seat worriedly, and walked towards the room of the seventh floor of the baby.

In the room, Hou Xiaolan was still struggling to scrape the gold on the toilet and continued to compete with the toilet. The good toilet seat had been scraped and shattered by her, and it was completely impossible to cover it.

But she was still not satisfied, continued to work hard, and continued to scratch hard with a knife.

Du Baobao completely compromised, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and enduring the harsh voice, frowning and thinking about the mysterious man. She had a hunch that the mysterious man had arrived, and there was more than one.

"Tuk tuk tuk ......" knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Du Baobao immediately walked over to open the door and saw Ding Dong with a worried face.

"How's it going?" Du Bao asked.

"We're dead." Ding Dong stared at Du Bao and said, "Brutal Marcus, and the Black and Red Demon!" ”

Hearing these two names, Du Baobao's fists squeezed hard, and there was a strong sense of powerlessness in his eyes.

"There are still people, there must be people!" Du Bao walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window a little anxiously, stared at the sea and sky outside and said: "The black and red demon is here, the brutal Marcus is here, and the bad luck in South Africa is definitely coming!" ”

In Africa, there are two people who can talk about the most colorful: South African Doom and Black and Red Demon.

Marcus is secondary, and he is now the godfather, a godfather who specializes in philanthropy.

At that time, in the city of Dadaab in Kenya, the brutal Marcus told the Emperor of the soil about the black and red demons and the bad luck of South Africa, which directly scared the other party at a loss.

It can be said that the Black and Red Demon and South African Doom are completely on the same level as Brutal Marcus. No, it's not a level anymore, and now Marcus's arm was scrapped by Xiao Yuanchao, while the Black and Red Demon and South Africa's Doom didn't.

Everyone knows what the strength of the brutal Marcus is, and it is a storage that can single-handedly challenge the Kham Temple and still win completely. If Yue Zilong was there at that time, I am afraid that he might not be able to survive Marcus's critical attack.

Marcus is coming, the black and red demon is coming, coming on the same day, and the next thing is the doom of South Africa.

At this moment, Du Bao is like falling into an ice cellar, she miscalculated the mysterious person, and the miscalculation is outrageous!

"Maybe Marcus isn't ......"

"No, he's a mystery man!" Du Baobao said with great certainty: "The mystery of the mysterious man lies in the concealment of his identity, and the fact that you don't know that he is a mysterious person at all!" ”

"So what do we do now?" Ding Dong's face turned pale.

They don't even have a chance to escape now, and in the hands of a strong man like Marcus, they don't even want to escape!

"Click!"

The closed door was suddenly opened, and a hoarse, hellish voice came.

"Ladies, do you need help? Doom is here for you. ”

A man who wrapped himself in a white cloth walked in and lifted the cloth covering his face at Du Bao and Ding Dong, revealing a terrifying cheek.

There were potholes everywhere, bumps everywhere, completely deformed, and all that could be seen were holes left by the eyes, nostrils, and mouth after severe burns!

South African doom!