The moment the door of the safe opened, Zhang Mo's heart couldn't help but chuckle.

I saw a palm-sized iron box inside, which looked a little rusty.

Zhang Mo paused, his heart thumped faster, and he was a little inexplicably nervous.

I don't know how many years, even in the face of the overlord of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, Zhang Mo is always talking eloquently, and the clouds are light.

Stunned, Zhang Mo put down the turtle box in his hand and took out the iron box in the safe.

The iron box doesn't look big, but it's heavy.

Zhang Mo checked it, opened the iron box and saw that there were several photos inside.

Zhang Mo was stunned, picked up the photo and looked at it.

The first photo is of the Grand Canyon, with its rocky rocks and bottomless depths, like the devil's open mouth.

Other than that, nothing special.

Zhang Mo continued to look down, it was a mountain peak, high and towering into the clouds, covered with snow.

Other than that, there is nothing else special.

Zhang Mo was stunned, a little strange, why did his father leave these landscape photos for himself?

Originally, Zhang Mo thought that his father, like himself, was also an immortal cultivator, and would leave some special things for himself.

However, I didn't expect it to be just a few photos, and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Further down are two ancient trees.

"Wait, why is one of the ancient trees so familiar?" Zhang Mo was stunned, and couldn't help but carefully look at the photo in front of him.

"This yard ...... Is it the Ye family's mansion?"

Zhang Mo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recognized the location where this photo was taken.

Sensing this, Zhang Mo became more puzzled, what did his father do with this photo for himself?

Continuing to look down, it was already the last photo.

Seeing the last photo, Zhang Mo couldn't help but pause, and all the previous disappointments were swept away.

I saw Zhang Mo looking at the last photo in his hand attentively, and saw that the photo was a young man holding a baby, and the young man looked very similar to Zhang Mo.

Or to be precise, Zhang Mo is very similar to the man in the photo.

Zhang Mo was stunned, and asked to himself, "This is my father?"

Zhang Mo's memory of his father was blank, and when he saw this photo, his heart suddenly set off a storm.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind and asked, "Honorable Oriental Huaxia, do you need help?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mo suddenly became alert and turned to look at the comer.

It was an old man in his seventies, tall, typical of a wrinkled man, blonde and blue-eyed, with a faint hint of threat on his body.

The supervisor on the side said, "Mr. Zhang, this is the senior vice president of our bank. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mo paused, looked the old man up and down, and only felt that this person was not simple.

At this time, George's voice sounded in Zhang Mo's mind: "Master, he is the werewolf I said before, and it doesn't seem to be weak, it is likely to be an earl-level werewolf, or even stronger." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mo was stunned again, he is a werewolf?

Zhang Mo re-examined the old man in front of him, and at the same time secretly released the Yuan Shen.

Sure enough, there is a mysterious power hidden in this old man's body.

At the same time, the old man also looked at Zhang Mo, and he also felt that this young Chinese man was not simple.

After a slight pause, I saw that the old man was the first to break the silence and asked, "Honorable Oriental Huaxia, do you need help? ”

As he spoke, the old man stared at the turtle box in Zhang Mo's hand with bad intentions.

Suddenly, George in the turtle box started for a while, and said in a panic: "Master, the werewolf has a feud with our blood clan, he has already smelled my breath, we have to leave as soon as possible." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mo paused, and then said to the old man: "No need, I have already taken the things, farewell." ”

The old man frowned slightly, but he didn't stop Zhang Mo.

After a little effort, Zhang Mo walked out from a hundred meters underground, didn't linger too long, and left directly.

Somewhere in a Swiss bank, a clerk dialed a mysterious phone call.

It's not that the number itself is mysterious, it's that the organization behind the number is mysterious.

The clerk's name was Jack, and he was an ordinary clerk at a Swiss bank.

Originally, his life was tight, and he was almost out of breath under the pressure of monthly loans.

However, one night three years ago.

Suddenly, a mysterious Oriental man approached him, gave him a large sum of money, and promised to give him another 10,000 francs a month to keep an eye on safe 888.

If someone comes to pick up the contents of the safety box, report it immediately.

Sure enough, every month after that, Jack received a remittance from Huaxia, 10,000 francs.

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed, and I didn't expect someone to take the contents of Safe 888 today.

Immediately, young Jack dialed the mysterious number.

Soon, the phone was connected.

I heard that Jack hurriedly reported: "Honorable mysterious lord, someone took the contents of safe 888 today. ”

Hearing this, the other end of the phone was suddenly startled, and then asked, "What does the person who came look like? What is it called?"

The man's voice was very old, and he looked very old.

"It's called Zhang Mo, as for what it looks like, I don't know how to describe it. However, our bank is full of surveillance, so I'm going to take his picture and send it to you. Jack said quickly.

Subsequently, Jack went to the monitoring room to extract Zhang Mo's photos.

"Zhang Mo?" The person who answered the phone was slightly stunned, only to feel that the name was somewhat familiar.

At this time, a young man next to him reminded: "Grandpa, the guy who killed Su Wentian's son before is also called Zhang Mo, and for this reason, Su Wentian also deliberately spent 20 billion US dollars to reward Zhang Mo's head. ”

Hearing this, the old man paused slightly and asked, "Could it be the same person?"

"I'm not sure, after all, Zhang Mo's name is too popular, and it may be the same name and surname. However, that Jack didn't immediately send a photo of Zhang Mo, I would see if it was the same person. ”

Sure enough, with a little effort, Jack sent a photo of Zhang Mo.

The young man took one look at it and said affirmatively, "Grandpa, it's the same person." ”

Hearing this, the old man closed his eyes slightly and muttered, "What is the relationship between this Zhang Mo and Zhang Renfeng?"

"Grandpa, this Zhang Mo looks a little similar to Zhang Renfeng, could it be Zhang Renfeng's son?" the young man asked.

Hearing this, the old man groaned slightly, and said for a long time: "If you see through it or not, you can reveal a little bit of Zhang Mo's news to the Zhou family, but not too much, just stop at the point, understand? In addition, I also sent some news to Su Wentian, telling him that Zhang Mo has arrived in Switzerland, I think Su Wentian will be happy to greet Zhang Mo." ”

"Understood, Grandpa. The young man replied and immediately went about it.

After a long time, I heard the old man muttering to himself and asked: "Zhang Renfeng pushes a lifetime, no one in his generation is unmatched, what will he leave for his son? Will it be the Xuanji Pavilion Order?"