The City That Never Sleeps is the largest casino in Macau, and behind it is the Flying Dragons Gang here in Macau. Miyachi vaguely remembers that the old man of this gang has lived quite a long time and is still alive today. Tonight's transaction is quite important, and it is related to the allocation of resources. As the host, the old man naturally had to show up and take his two sons, who had been fighting openly and secretly for several years.

The people from all sides have almost arrived, and Miyachi Ruo's eyes have been swept away, some are familiar and some are unfamiliar. The personnel on the road change frequently, but only the giants of all walks of life stand tall and pampered. Miyachiruo smiled, cold and beautiful.

The third master of the palace is notoriously vicious, but he has a deceitful flower-like beauty. This man is accustomed to wearing a black satin Chinese gown, with long black hair, bright lips, and a cold and mocking arc on his lips, a vicious goblin in the dark. All who have learned his methods have hated him. In recent years, if Gong Chi Ruo does not appear often, if it is not necessary, it is either Gong Shu or Gong Nanmu who attends on his behalf.

The lights on the top floor are really bright, and as soon as Miyachi sits down, he will inevitably have to clear the scene. There were many who opposed him, and those who hated him also carried a lot of weight. Gong Chiruo listened to a few words and became impatient, Gong Nanmu raised his gun, picked a few people to kill chickens and monkeys, and shot them into a hornet's nest. A woman's screams could be heard in the arena. The blood and corpses were quickly cleared, and it was almost imperceptible what was happening except for the thick smell of blood in the air.

Then the transaction begins.

Compared to trading, Miyachi Ruo is more interested in a child on the seat. The boy looked straight at him, without blinking, and when Miyaikeruo's eyes turned to him, he didn't dodge, staring at him curiously and persistently.

A European child, like a little leopard that is ready to go but has not yet grown. Miyachi Ruo looked at his side, smiled, and withdrew his gaze. It turned out to be the son of the American Brando family, and he had already grown claws at such a young age.

Miyachi Ruo was also attacked this night, he didn't expect that Brando, the godfather of the underworld in the United States, would help the Lan clan deal with him.

Late at night, Lan Qingchuan suddenly woke up. After being by Miyachiruo's side for so long, she is quite sensitive and alert to strange breaths. When she opened her eyes, she could vaguely identify it as a child, lying on the side of her bed, pulling her long hair. He seemed to be very fond of her hair, but he didn't know how to express his affection, he just pulled it tighter and tighter.

Lan Qingchuan calmed down, held the child's palm, and reached over with his other hand to turn on the light.

This is a rather delicate-looking little boy with a pure Western look. In the light, staring at her with a smile.

Lan Qingchuan noticed that there were several other people behind him, all of them were dressed in black and equipped with firearms, according to this posture, they should have broken in. She turned to look at the child, not knowing whether it was friend or foe, and did not dare to relax.

"Who are you?" She grabbed his wrist, tightly, but with little strength.

The child was still smiling, as clean and innocent as a pair of small wings growing on his back. He bared his tiger teeth, "You look so much better than I look in the photos." Pure American accent, as soon as Lan Qingchuan heard the second half of his sentence, he knew that this kid was not as pure as he looked, "No wonder Gong Chiruo refuses to let you go." ”

"You said he couldn't come back to see you, would he shoot his bunch of fools into a hornet's nest again?"

Lan Qingchuan was shocked, she was here alone, and Gong Chiruo must have arranged manpower. None of the stubbles he brought over were good stubble, but this kid easily entered the door, and his strength was naturally not weak.

"Don't worry, I like you a lot, so I won't hurt you." The child bent his eyes, "I'm Sandor. Brando, the one who came to save you. ”