The typhoon almost followed the black Lincoln and crashed into a villa on Lantau Island. The dejected young man could no longer remember how he got out of the car and how he walked into the lobby of the villa. Although he hated those lumps of iron very much, he still couldn't help but sigh now that they were gone.

"Haha, another unlucky one." There were already more than a dozen guys in the living room who looked as depressed as young people, and with the entourage around them, the huge living room felt like it was stuffed. Watching the new downtrodden enter the door here is one of their few pleasures.

The young man was not surprised that there were people in the living room, and he didn't bother to pay attention to these guys because the journey was not going well. He let out a long sigh and sat down.

But how could a person who urgently needs to have some fun to dispel his depression let him be depressed alone so easily. So someone pulled a chair and leaned over.

"Hehe, this is not Mr. Tanaka." Looking at that ill-intentioned smiling face, Tanaka didn't feel strange. After all, he also considers himself a celebrity in the business circle. And the face on the other side is familiar to him. Anyway, there aren't many people who can usually remember it, and if they can look familiar, they can be considered acquaintances.

Tanaka replied lukewarmly: "Hello." ”

I thought that I would deal with it and finish it, but I didn't expect the other party to still ask enthusiastically, "How many did you lose?" ”

A simple question, but a lot of information. The young man named Tanaka looked at the interrogator's face with some surprise, and then swept his gaze over the faces of everyone present.

The interrogator was a typical white European and American man, blonde and blue-eyed, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he looked very shrewd. As for his age, it is a bit incomprehensible, just in terms of appearance, he may be in his thirties or forties. When he didn't speak, his composure seemed to be in his fifties. But as soon as he spoke, he spoke lightly like a hairy boy in his early twenties.

Tanaka is not surprised that the other party can call his name, because this circle is not large, and he also boasts that he is a celebrity in this circle.

After looking at everyone's faces, Tanaka, who was depressed, suddenly felt less depressed.

"You ...... too?" A hint of joy rose in Tian Zhongzhong for no reason, and the taste of joy was heard in the brief rhetorical question.

No one answered, but a faint sigh that suddenly echoed in the living room gave the answer.

After a brief greeting, Tanaka knew that the other party's name was Kevin, and they greeted each other at a drinking party.

"How much did you lose?" The glasses man's authentic British aristocratic accent was a little obscene, and he asked again after getting acquainted with it.

Fortunately, having determined that he was not the only unlucky guy in this group, Tanaka simply replied in his authentic Yamato aristocratic tone: "Five. ”

As if to match Tanaka's sorrow, the living room was full of sighs again. The sigh was followed by whispers in various languages.

"How many were you robbed?" Tian Zhong's situation was a little better, and he suddenly had the interest of chatting and asked rhetorically.

"Hey, one." The gold wire glasses seemed to feel that they had been robbed less, and they were a little childish, so they answered without confidence.

Tanaka's mood was a little better, so he glanced at it casually, and saw a middle-aged man with half of his face covered by a beard looking at him, so he asked, "Hey, how many beards have you been robbed?" ”

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Seeing that the bearded man didn't respond, he changed to very stiff English and asked again.

"Two." The bearded man replied to him in very down-to-earth New York American English.

Tanaka's mood suddenly improved a little, and he simply raised his voice and continued to ask, "How many of you have been robbed?" However, there were few responses, and the answers were all one or two.

Having received such an answer, Tanaka was like winning the championship in a competition called "Compare who is more loser". What typhoons, bad weather, and the sorrow of being robbed have all come to naught, after all, a champion who can afford to lose five billion dollars should have the bearing to lose five billion dollars.

"I lost eight." A voice burst out.

Tanaka, who was in high spirits, did not notice the words of the Arab sitting on the sofa against the wall. It wasn't until his bewitching beauty translator seemed to be deliberately angry that he generally translated him into this unremarkable Arabic sentence.

Tanaka turned around and saw a young man wrapped in a white robe holding two plump Middle Eastern beauties in his arms. Seeing him dressed in gold, Tanaka felt that his "more loser" champion was about to hang.

"Who are you?" Tanaka asked in Japanese, and deliberately gave his bewitching female secretary a look and asked her to translate for herself.

However, the other party smoked a cigar that was only half cut to himself, and did not seem to hear it.

Tanaka immediately felt despised and began to regret why he had asked the question in the first place, so that his momentum immediately fell. Thinking of this, Tanaka couldn't help but glance at everyone present, although those people still looked like their dead father, but Tanaka did not think that they were mourning for their own losses, but felt that their grief was completely to cover up the schadenfreude in their hearts.

"Eight is eight billion, right?" Tanaka thought that since he couldn't compare with the loser, he would simply be disgusted and disgusted with this guy who stole his own limelight.

"It's 10 billion, four Type 1 and four Type 2." The white robe seems to have the same competitive temperament as Tanaka, and when he speaks, a disgusting smile unconsciously appears on his face.

The female translator was very active in translating Tanaka's words in the white robe, and smiled like schadenfreude. Tanaka was even more depressed, he didn't simply lose a game, this was simply abused.

"Your room is on the fourth floor 407. Because it's just after dinner time, your dinner may not be ready until later. An old butler ignored Tanaka's grief and interrupted his self-pity at an inopportune time.

"No, we're going to go back tonight." Tanaka was very angry and forgot about the typhoon weather outside.

"I'm sorry, because of the weather, the auctioneer didn't arrive, and I'm afraid the auction scheduled for tonight will be postponed." The butler reminded him politely, and told him and everyone present.

Tanaka's deep eyes glowed with melancholy again. He felt aggrieved, he felt that the whole world was against him, and even if the other people in this room suffered the same financial losses as him, he didn't feel that those people were more pitiful than him, because they hadn't tasted the taste of winning and losing. Fortunately, the living room was suppressed by a thick atmosphere of sadness, which kept him from getting angry.

"Alas!" With Tanaka's melancholy sigh, the huge living room fell silent again.

"You're Japanese, aren't you? You're definitely good at comics

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。 With a childish voice, a stack of open manga was pushed in front of Tanaka's eyes.

"Who's more handsome?" The immature voice spread out a stack of comics and asked to himself. Tanaka was stunned for a moment, but when he looked up, he found that it was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child in front of him. It's just the kind of age when you don't fight and you can't understand your hatred, and when you beat it, it seems that you're bullying a child.

The bewitching woman noticed Tanaka's pleading eyes and translated the boy's question for him.

Tanaka was helpless, estimating that this little thing was the little master of the family, and it was inconvenient to offend, so he casually pointed to Conan's comics with a lot of face.

"Is Conan more handsome or Kidd more handsome?" As he spoke, the boy had already pulled out the Conan comics, and he was very skillful in turning the page where Conan and Kidd were together. And deliberately pointed a few points on Kidd's body.

Tanaka also cooperated in pointing at the thief Kidd.

"That's Kidd the Thief."

The boy pulled out a piece of paper from a stack of comics, and the names of Superman, Batman, Spider-Man, Ultraman, Naruto, and other heroes were listed. Conan and Kidd's names are at the top of the list. The boy added a note to the incomplete orthography after Kidd's name, packed up the cartoon and left.

As the boy left, the bewitching woman sitting next to Tanaka noticed the bodyguard behind him. After a brief glance, her gaze was glued to the angular and softly softened face. It should have been a face that was not very outstanding, and if it weren't for a glimpse in the rain as a foreshadowing, her gaze would have passed over that face.

The small episode did not disturb Tanaka's melancholy, and with the sound of wind and rain outside the window, he was even more melancholy.

"Mr......" The boy ran into the old butler who was going downstairs before going upstairs, only to suddenly forget whether his name was Gavin or Jean.

"It's Jean." The housekeeper was very timely to avoid the awkward continuation of the development.

"Mr. Jean, I want something like that." The boy held Kidd's cartoon up to the butler, and when he thought it was a black-and-white version, he quickly added, "The coat and hat are white, the shirt and hat are blue, and the tie is red." Also, don't forget the glasses, I want a pair of them! ”

The housekeeper stroked the half-grown child's head and smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhuang, I will ask them to find a color picture on the Internet." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Jean, for throwing all of this away." The boy shoved the stack of comics into Jean's arms and went upstairs happily.

If it weren't for the aura-filled bodyguard behind the boy, Jean really wondered if this boy was brought by the big guy. As a professional butler, he didn't complain about the guest's habits, but the newcomers under his command had complained to him many times about the guest's strange requests.

"Selected?" The bodyguard asked seemingly casually.

"Well, Kidd the Thief, don't you think he's handsome?" The young man asked triumphantly.

The bodyguard showed a very weird smile, which was a gesture. The young man had become accustomed to his strange way of smiling, and naturally understood what he meant.

"I hope the boss can get my gear before he shows up!" The young man made a wish to transform into Kidd in the face of a storm outside the window, just as he made a birthday wish to a cake.

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