In the evening, on the street opposite a castle-like building in the Garrunier district.

"Your Highness, this is pure nonsense." A young man with a serious expression, his brow furrowed, was trying to dissuade Olivier from messing around.

"Hmph, no one can stop me today, dare to swagger and deceive under the banner of the Royal Airship Association, I have to go and beat me up with my own hands."

Olivier was in a guide car at this time, pulling and pulling with another man.

"I said, I'm still next to me, if no one is around you, it's not appropriate." Duchamp coughed dryly.

"What!" Both turned to look at the back row at the same time.

"Your Highness Olivet, how do you know some of these people!" Papaya-kun, no, it's Mura-kun, complained with a dark face, and swallowed the words 'no three, no four' that came to his mouth.

"Alright, another group of guests is here, and we are still going according to our original plan. I'll go get that guy first, and the two of you will wait for my signal downstairs. ”

Duchamp changed the subject in time, pushed the car door and walked down.

He walked over to another car that had just stopped and knocked on the door.

Baron Theresa stared at Duchamp suspiciously, until Duchamp called out to him.

"Styry, how do you dress up like this?" Baron Theresa's voice dragged on and on.

Duchamp frowned, and was about to say the word 'fool', and he glared impatiently at Baron Theresa: "Please call me Goethe Worcester." ”

"But why do you call Goethe's name?"

"If you hadn't signed that stupid contract, why would I have gone to such great lengths. The guy upstairs had seen me once, and if he could see me at a glance, he would be more vigilant. Remember, call me Goethe, I'm here to discuss this with him on behalf of Polaris Defense. Don't forget, dear baron, you signed this contract without the consent of Head Fried, and if you don't cancel this contract today, Head Fried may shoot you in the head. ”

Baron Theresa couldn't help but shudder, and said pitifully, "Is this contract really that bad?" I think it's acceptable! ”

"I'll explain it to you later. Besides, Mr. Lincoln, you don't have to go up with me, there's a car over there, and I've called a companion to pick it up, and you go and wait for us in that car. ”

Duchamp supported Baron Teresa, who was a little emotional because of the intimidation, and whispered reassuring advice as he walked towards the castle.

The castle was brightly lit and the dinner was ready, and although there were only two guests, it was still a sumptuous one.

Faced with the delicious food and wine, and the smiling President Conley, Baron Theresa just said: "This is Goethe Worcester, another shareholder of Patek Philippe", and was pushed aside by Duchamp, who was dressed in black.

Duchamp, who had black hair and black suits and black sunglasses, coldly squeezed out a few words from the corners of his mouth: "I'm not here to eat today, I'm here to ask what this contract is about." ”

He took the contract out of his bosom, threw it at Conlight's feet, pointed a finger at Conlight's head with contempt, and roared loudly, "What is written on this paper?" Isn't this bullying us countrymen who haven't gone to school and can't read? ”

"Sir, please be polite, and don't forget that you are guests." President Conlight's bodyguards shouted loudly.

Duchamp looked at the bodyguard contemptuously.

"What kind of green onion are you, you dare to talk to the master like this, just a small shrimp of the fifth order of martial arts."

The bodyguard's face changed: "Hmph, let people underestimate it, guys come out." ”

Behind the screen of the restaurant, a row of heavily armed bodyguards flashed, a total of more than a dozen people, and the muzzle of the black hole pointed at the two people in the center.

Behind the two of them, the door to the restaurant was shut, and a row of bodyguards flashed behind the door.

Baron Theresa's legs shook like a convulsion, he never expected that today was a Hongmen banquet.

Duchamp's eyebrows jumped, and sure enough, President Conlight still has a lot of connotation.

These bodyguards knew at a glance that they had seen blood, and that all the rifle safety had been opened, which was one of the habits of the hunters.

"Hahahaha!" President Conlaitt let out a string of loud laughs, held his chin high, and took two steps forward, stopping next to the contract that had been thrown on the ground.

"After receiving Baron Theresa's communication today, I found that there is indeed a problem with this contract, without the signature of more than two-thirds of Patek Philippe's shareholders, the legality of the contract is indeed a bit problematic, now, let's make up this formality."

President Conlight himself was disdainful of bending over, and he turned to one of the bodyguards and motioned, "Take the contract and let him sign it, otherwise, hum." ”

The bodyguard picked up the contract as instructed, held it in his hand, and said viciously to Duchamp: "Do as Mr. Conwle asks, otherwise, you will not want to live." ”

Baron Teresa, who was already half-unconscious with fright, collapsed to the foot of the safest table in the room, as usual.

Duchamp looked at the shiny muzzles around him unhurriedly, and exclaimed: "The equipment is good, the large-caliber gunpowder assault rifle with penetrating bullets is very familiar, which hunting regiment are you from?" ”

"Chasseurs of the North! You'd better be honest! One of the chassesses shouted.

"The Hunter of the North, the most daring hunter on the continent, is very powerful." After Duchamp said this, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. After laughing, he pointed his finger at Conlight and shouted, "Fool, before you hired this hunting army, did you tell them that what you want to blackmail is the property of the Polaris Hunting Regiment!" ”

"Polaris Hunting Regiment! How could it be them! ”

The hunters were nervous for a while, and they all set their eyes on the leader of the group.

The hunter who was the leader also lowered his face and asked Conlater, "President Conlight, is there such a thing?" ”

Conley was nervous for a while, and said loudly: "Don't listen to this kid's nonsense, you have accepted my commission, and you will die for me to the end, don't forget, the hunting regiment also has to pay attention to credibility." ”

"However, it is not a matter of deliberately concealing the contents of the employment." Duchamp interjected coldly.

Duchamp was speaking all jargon, and the determination that the captain of the hunters had just been inspired was shaken again.

Duchamp reached into his arms, and countless guns were immediately aimed at him. "Don't act rashly, beware of losing your life." The leader of the hunters warned him with a calm face.

"It's all fellows, don't be so nervous!" Duchamp slowed down and flipped what he had taken out around, it was just a pack of cigarettes.

He touched it again and pulled out a lighter.

He shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, inhaled it gently, and spit out a smoke ring.

"Don't be swayed by this tricky boy, what he says is a lie, arrest him and make him sign the contract, or else cut off his fingers and press his handprints." President Conley suddenly felt that the kid's every move in front of him was so disgusting, and he gave orders in a loud voice.

Facing the hunters who surrounded him, Duchamp spat out an eye circle, and then said a string of strange accents: "джзйымаюх!" ”

"What is this kid muttering? Why don't you do it yet? President Conwlewlet urged impatiently.

The face of the leader of the hunters changed, and he explained to Conwlew, "He was asking us in Northumbrian if we wanted a cigarette!" ”

(Li Ye's trajectory still can't be seen, I thought the wind had passed some time ago, but it turned out that it was autumn now!) Ami Tofu is invisible, invisible, invisible, invisible, and it's so troublesome to move, so I have to rely on it. ）