American World, New York, Manhattan.

Anthony, who had just finished attending a charity reception, returned to Caesar's Palace, and as soon as he entered his office, he saw Ye Gucheng in a suit and leather shoes standing in it.

handed his clothes and hats to the bodyguards, and then motioned for them to step back, looking each other up and down, Anthony said to Ye Gucheng with a smile: "It seems that although Dr. Fashion is a bit perverted, I have to say that his taste is still good." This outfit is quite suitable for your temperament. ”

"Hmm," Ye Gucheng replied lightly, and then sat down straight at Anthony's signal.

is still so taciturn, but there is no way, Ye Gucheng himself is this kind of cold and arrogant person. And although he has an incomparable talent for swordsmanship, he is still a lot worse than Hisoka's pervert in terms of language talent. Although I have been in the world of American comics for some days, I still have a long way to go before I can speak English fluently. As a result, he became more and more reticent.

"How's it going, are you still used to life here?" Anthony asked with a light smile as he went to the small bar in his office and poured himself a glass of wine.

"It's not bad," Ye Gucheng nodded, maybe he was a little unaccustomed to it when he first entered this world, but after a long time, he slowly accepted many things. After all, except for the kind of ascetics who like to masochist, no one will refuse a better and more convenient life.

"That's good, if you need anything, you can find Bullock, if he can't let you solve it, you can come to me directly," For Ye Gucheng, Anthony just admired him at the beginning, after all, if you really talk about high-end combat power, Anthony is not bad.

But when Ye Gucheng signed his name on the blood order, Anthony knew that his investment this time was simply doubled.

Know that to the other people who sign on it, all they can share is the skills of the others. For example, now that Ye Gucheng has signed his name, no matter how lucky Xi Suo and the others are, then what they will draw can only be his strongest swordsmanship Flying Immortal.

And Anthony, as the owner of the Blood Order, chose something completely different, and he could even specify a certain talent to choose Ye Gucheng.

So what kind of talent does Ye Gucheng have? Take a look at the list available for Anthony to choose from: Sword Intent, Sword Bone, Sword Heart, Sword Momentum, Sword Soul...... It can be said that Ye Gucheng is simply a swordsman born for swords.

Maybe just saying this is not enough to make people understand, to put it simply, according to the introduction of the system, Kenshin's talent alone, if it is put into some high-martial worlds and immortal cultivation worlds, this person is the kind of top sect and power that will break the head and grab it.

Therefore, at this time, I have to say that Ye Gucheng is really not born in the world, if he is born in a high martial world or a world of cultivating immortals, he will definitely be the only one who can do the power of picking the stars and the moon.

This is why Anthony values it, others are in the blood order, these talents can also be shared by Anthony, and as long as he encounters the right world, Anthony can also soar into the sky.

When the time comes, Superman, Thanos, Darkseid, and Anthony can all be wiped out!

"What kind of wine do you want?" Anthony shook another empty wine glass and asked with his back to Ye Gucheng, who was sitting upright.

"Bai Shui," Ye Gucheng's language was still so capable.

"If you haven't broken this habit yet, wouldn't your life be too monotonous if you drink plain water all the time," Anthony shook the wine bottle next to him and teased, "Do you want to try something else?" This is produced by a private winery, and it is by no means the kind of Lafite and Latour that are generally circulated in the market, and the taste will definitely make you have an endless aftertaste. ”

"Wine can hurt the body, but it can also be chaotic," even if he goes to another world, Ye Gucheng is still Ye Gucheng, and he will not change for any external conditions.

"That's up to you," Anthony said, pouring him a glass of water. When it comes to personal preference, Anthony has never forced his subordinates to change.

gave an order to let Ye Gucheng do whatever he wanted, and Anthony came to the desk alone, ready to inspect Caesar's Palace through surveillance, and then went to rest.

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again, Anthony frowned slightly, and motioned for Ye Gucheng to open the door.

"What's the matter?" Anthony took a sip of red wine and asked lightly to Bullock, who had just entered the door.

Bullock first nodded kindly at the new celebrity next to Ye Gucheng, the boss, when he entered the door, and then hurriedly put an invitation card on your table, and replied respectfully: "Boss, the city government has sent an invitation to the group, inviting you to attend the charity reception he held at the Manhattan Hotel this Sunday." ”

"It's a charity reception again," Anthony angrily stretched out his finger to flick the invitation card on the table away, turned the chair, and while sipping the red wine in the glass, he looked at the night view of Manhattan through the floor-to-ceiling window and commanded lightly: "Help me push him, won't these upper-class people feel bored?" In this period alone, I have participated in many so-called charity receptions. ”

I have to say that sometimes the life of the upper class is really like what is said in the walls, the people inside want to get out, and the people outside want to come in.

For those who have just stepped into the circle of high society or have not stepped into the circle of high society, every gathering between high society is worth cherishing. But for the real upper-class people, the only thing they feel at these gatherings is irritability.

After all, no matter how delicious the dish is, you will vomit if you eat too much.

Bullock frowned in embarrassment when he heard this, and after hesitation, he couldn't help but carefully organize the words again: "This ...... Otherwise, boss, take a look at it again, this time the party was organized by the mayor of New York City himself. If you don't go...... boss."

"Oh? The mayor of New York City? Hearing this, Anthony turned his chair around, picked up the invitation card that he had bounced open and looked at it, and found that the name on it was really the name of the mayor of New York City who won the election.

"Sunday? There are still three days to go, I know," Anthony casually put the invitation aside again and whispered to Bullock, "Tell them that I will be on time." ”

"Yes," Bullock replied quickly.

"By the way," just as Bullock was about to leave, Anthony suddenly remembered something and stopped him directly, "How are you and that agent named Natasha playing now?" ”

"This ......" Bullock couldn't help but look ashamed when he heard this, and hesitated for a while before he said ashamedly: "I'm sorry, boss, we lost the game, and she still got the information, and we also found out that the information had been touched by someone through self-inspection afterwards." ”

"What is expected," Anthony said with a sip of red wine, "No matter what the other party says, he is also a professional agent, and he is also the trump card among agents, so it is reasonable that you are not her opponent." ”

"Boss, we have betrayed your trust," Bullock finally felt better when he heard this, but when he thought that he had already known her identity in advance after being reminded by his boss, and he had taken strict precautions, so that the other party had succeeded, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"There's nothing to live up to, and I don't expect you to stop each other for long, and the reason why I don't move her is just to give you a practice so that you won't be in a hurry when you encounter spy agents in the future," Anthony said lightly.

"Understood." Bullock hurriedly replied.

"By the way, how long has she been gone?" Anthony asked casually, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

"Withdraw?" Brock was slightly stunned, and quickly replied: "No, boss, she is still working in our group now." ”

"What?!"