.

The mustache was beaten badly. No matter how much power that slap just now contains, the anger in it is real, and for an existence of Gottie's level to be angry, then there must be consequences. There is nothing to say, the bearer of this consequence is naturally the one who provoked Gottie's anger. He was now held in his hand by Gotttie, and his body was as weak as a root. The noodles that had fallen, if it weren't for the clothes being dragged, would have been lying on the ground.

Originally, Gotti was not in a good mood, and this clown specially picked this time to tease his nose with dog tail grass in front of him, and played him like a big-faced orange cat, which happened to hit the muzzle of the thick barrel.

But even after this blow, the mustache was not completely stunned, and he also did not learn to behave—he might as well not squeak in the past—although half of his face was imprinted with a large red slap print, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth stained all his teeth red, and even the mouth itself was rounded off thirty-five degrees, but the eyes of the tiny mouse still flashed with fierce arrogance.

He barely opened his mouth, and the sound he made, albeit slightly indistinct, made Gotty and Rockland understand.

"You ...... Look for death. The middle-level manager of the Golden Sailing Ship family gritted his blood-stained teeth and said almost word for word, "Do you know whose territory you are causing trouble on?!" ”

“……”

Gotti was almost. He shook his head with some sighs, and while biting the cigar in his mouth with his teeth, he took one last puff hard, then reached out and pinched it, and pressed the red cigarette butt thicker than his thumb directly against the skin in the middle of the mustache's throat.

"I know whose territory I'm messing around...... Do you know who is causing trouble on this turf? He said slowly, "Do you know who you're talking to right now!?" ”

It can be seen that the mustache still wants to be patient at first, but it is clear that he is overestimating his willpower. Within a few seconds, his entire body twitched in pain, and he opened his mouth to let out a suppressed, but irrepressible, high-pitched scream. The sound as if the sissy was picking up soap in the bathhouse made Rochland, who was behind him, frown, and subconsciously glanced around - fortunately, the people of Stuttgar, who have been living here since the construction of Stuttgar, avoided this place far away at the beginning of the conflict, but looked at this side from afar outside the circle, pointed and pointed, and there were few young people who took pictures with their mobile phones to see the excitement, and the impact was not too bad.

Gotttie's face was completely elongated. He grabbed the mustache's arm and lifted his body upwards with force, then slammed it to the ground like a bottle, making a dull thud.

It was at this moment that he heard a cacophony of footsteps, and he could feel that there were quite a few people without looking. He looked up and squinted at the arrival of the Golden Galleon's brigade here, no less numerous than the one on this side, and it was obviously only a small part hastily assembled in a short period of time, just a standing guard force of ordinary rank on this side of the hall.

The leader Gaudie doesn't know either, which means that he is not the top of the Golden Sailing Ship - all the senior executives of the Golden Sailing are blood members of their family, and no matter how close an outsider is, he can only become a consultant at most, and the faces of all those guys are firmly recorded in his mind - the one who is coming in front of him is not among them, which means that the other party is the same as the mustache, at most he is only the middle manager of the Golden Sailing Ship. However, compared to the mustache like a weasel, the new one looks much older and more stable, dressed in a neat formal suit and a long white scarf hanging from both sides of his chest with his neck, like an old university professor with a tough and stern teaching style.

And Rockland noticed that after seeing Gaudty's appearance from afar, the steely anger hidden between his eyebrows suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by an extremely solemn seriousness. Unlike the vain mustache, he is supposed to be a more experienced veteran who has recognized Gottie's identity and ...... Got the idea of what to do next.

After the two groups of people approached, the people in the Dark Heaven behind Rockland immediately turned their guns at the gun, but they were immediately stretched out by Rockland to signal not to act rashly, and the golden sailboat was also controlled by the old professor to keep calm.

The person in charge with a strong and steady aura first glanced at the mustache on the ground before speaking, and then frowned, nodded to Gotti and the others with a calm tone and a little briskness, and said, "Gentlemen, welcome to the 'El Dorado'. ”

“…… Yes," Gotti said with his mouth closed as he looked at the manager, who was about his own age, and put his hands in his jacket pockets, "I have already felt your sincerity deeply. ”

"I apologize to you for Billy's rudeness, Mr. Gottti. However, I assure you that this is just a misunderstanding, and he is not deliberately disrespectful to Dark Heaven, and of course this is not representative of the attitude of the Golden Sailer. ”

Originally, after vaguely realizing the arrival of the old professor, Billy the mustache's wounded spirit suddenly lifted a little, and he struggled to get his subordinates beside him to help him up. But when he heard the words "Dark Heaven", his body froze again, and he felt that the flow of blood had stopped.

"I know whose territory I'm messing around...... Do you know who is causing trouble on this turf? ”

"Do you know who you're talking to right now?"

Remembering what Gotti had just said, the mustache swallowed and felt his throat tighten, as if a rope was pulling it up, almost making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Dark Paradise ......"

"Of course, I also think that such a funny little character can't represent the Golden Sailing, and of course it can't ruin the friendship between our two families." Gotttie glanced at Billy, who couldn't get up and turned into a kneeling person, and snorted disdainfully, "I just feel a little sorry...... An organization with a long history and glory that makes the whole of Bablore proud and proud, but it is not immune to this disgusting moth. Combined with the name of your family, it reminds me of a small creature that has long been annihilated in the long river of history. ”

"What kind of creature?"

"Ship maggots."

Gotti grinned, revealing an inexplicable smile. The old professor nodded with a calm face, as if he was thoughtful. Then, with a wave of his hand, two men immediately stepped out from behind him and lifted the mustache and brought it down. This thing is an eyesore for both parties here, and it's not nice to look at.

"I want to see your head here."

Gotti said, repeating his purpose. As for Billy, who was taken away, he didn't even bother to look at it.

"Of course, Mr. Gottie." The old professor nodded, leaned sideways and raised his hand to signal, "Please come with me." Then he glanced at the people behind him, "You can go back." ”

The Golden Galleon dispersed, and Gotti followed the old professor to the depths of the hall with Rockland and the rest of Dark Heaven. Regardless of whether or not they want to change floors next, they are generally heading for the stern.

"What's your name?"

"Julius, sir."

"Julius ......," Gaudty chewed on the name as he rekindled a cigar, "who is in charge of El Dorado here now?" ”

“…… It's Master Salen, sir. ”

Gotti paused, pressing the lighter's thumb to stop, and at the same time stopped with the forward footsteps. And after he stopped, Rockland and the people of Dark Heaven behind him also stopped, and of course, Julius in front also stopped.

"Salen," Gotti said as he took a bite of his long, unlit cigar and looked at Julius, repeating the two words he had just heard, "Saren...... It can't be that Salen, right? Is that the Salen I thought? ”

"I think that's what you think." Julius has a . The old straight man's face, which had not changed for thousands of years, looked at Gotti calmly and nodded calmly.

"The Old Lady's ......"

"Yes."

"The Banished ......"

"Yes."

"That used to be ...... with our eldest lady"

"Yes."

“……”

The corners of his mouth slowly raised, Gaudi re-lit the lighter, lit his cigar and took two puffs, exhaling a cloud of smoke that enveloped him, and then strode through it.

"Interesting, that's interesting...... "He grinned as he bit the thick end of his cigarette and looked ahead with his eyes, "and now, it's finally starting to get interesting!" ”

……

The room was large, but dark, not a groggy darkness, but a quiet and deep darkness. Obviously, there is not enough light here, and the reason is simple, because not a single window is left untouched, not even the lights are turned on. The darkness here is deliberate, artistic, and relaxing.

As Gaudty entered, he saw a pool of water - he was alone, Julius had already left, and Rockland and the rest of Dark Heaven were housed in the large reception room on the lower level, and as Gotti there was no need to worry about safety unless the Golden Galleon wanted to go to war with Dark Heaven tomorrow - the pool was not large, but it was large enough for one to swim in. But this pool is obviously not that function, in the water that is reflected by the bottom light as if it is connected to another world, it is obvious that you can see large and small ornamental fish swimming slowly in it, like lazy and rippling beauty.

A little further into the pool, in the depths of the room, there is a simple but noble set of chairs, a low reflective coffee table carved from black crystal, and inside is a semi-circular pool connected to the wall, the water of which is also sparkling upwards and fluorescent. At the same time, above the pool, on the wall, there is a relief carved with a chain angel.

In front of the statue, by the pool, stood a young man draped in a blanket, looking down at the fluctuating water, motionless.