At this point, Paul could be considered to have understood.

The handsome cold guy in front of him used the threat to the embassy's daughter as a bargaining chip, hoping to participate in the auction on the black market exchange.

Regardless of whether this embassy daughter is true or not, it can be investigated later.

Paul was always suspicious of this unknown man.

Ronan himself knew that he couldn't bluff the other party with this name alone, so he opened his mouth to move out a second set of rhetoric.

"I came this time, not only to save you, but also to save your whole family. ”

This sentence sounds strange, like thanking your eight generations of ancestors.

Paul licked his lips, feeling a little bluffing.

He pulled a chair and sat upside down, wanting to see how the handsome guy in front of him would make up.

Ronan glanced at Paul, "Have you heard of the National Association for the Development and Management of Occult Abilities?"

Paul's eyes narrowed, he shook his head, and held the attitude of watching the play: "It sounds so high-end." ”

"That superpower organization, you should have seen it in movies and TV series. ”

"Ah, I saw it. Paul grinned and thought to himself. He wondered if this handsome guy couldn't make it up, and he actually pulled it to his unwarranted superpowers.

"Just know. Ronan rolled up his sleeves and took out the Cursed Hammer from his system backpack.

To outsiders, Ronan conjured a hammer out of thin air, causing several of his subordinates to marvel.

"This ...... How is this done?"

"Magic, brother, you have two brushes. Teach me, you can use it for girls. Paul clapped with a hippie smile, and his men next to him echoed suit.

"Hold it firm. ”

Ronan handed the hammer over and asked Paul to hold the ends of the hammer with both hands.

With the other party clenched, he put the hammer into his backpack.

It seems that the hammer disappeared out of thin air.

"Where's the hammer?" the cold touch in his hand suddenly disappeared, and Paul was startled.

Ronan didn't respond, looking up at Paul, "You think it's a magic prop?"

With that, he took out his hammer again and slammed it on the bench next to him.

The loud muffled noise made everyone present wide-eyed, and their faces were full of disbelief.

This hammer ...... It's true?

In full view of everyone, Ronan put away the hammer and took out the old Si Ji secret technique.

The book was not opened, and the yellow cover had a big 'secret' written on it.

Taking the book back again, Ronan looked at Paul with a confused face, and said matter-of-factly: "A national-level secret organization like ours is not accessible to ordinary people. I'll just get straight to the point for my purpose this time. According to intelligence, there are terrorist groups that will attack your father and erase some of his memories. In order to find out the truth, I need to go to the black market and lie down. ”

Surprised by Ronan's abilities, Paul rolled his eyes and asked, "What proof do you have, my father?"

"According to intelligence, both your father and the terrorist organization want to buy this parchment. Ronan took out the [Fragment of Parchment (14)] from Catherine's house and shook it in front of him: "In order to reduce the number of bidders, the terrorist organization plans to erase your father's relevant memories. ”

Paul tried to reach for the parchment, but Ronan took it back: "This is evidence from the terrorist organization's branch, and you can't touch it." If you don't believe me, we can ask in person. ”

Paul frowned, his faith a little shaken.

If one day, a person who has shown special abilities comes to you and says that your family is being targeted by a terrorist organization.

Do you believe or don't believe?

His eyes narrowed, and he rubbed his brows, looking distressed.

This handsome guy's tone is so firm, it doesn't seem to be fake.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

I'm afraid it's true, if one is not handled well, it may cause fire.

Paul frowned, glanced at the hammer Ronan had taken out, and after a long thought, finally chose to compromise.

He sighed, "Okay, I'll take you to ask." ”

Putting on his coat, Paul instructed some of his men to watch the scene: "Stay here, a few of you, and I'll go out." ”

Leading Ronan, the two returned to the affluent neighborhood of Manhattan's SC district.

The identity of this handsome guy is still unclear.

Paul wanted to stabilize him before investigating his information privately.

The villa is surrounded by flowers and plants, the decoration is quite simple, and the inside is very luxurious, inlaid with gold and silver, and there are many works of art.

The old servant who was passing by saw Paul and bent down respectfully: "Hello young master, do you want to get you something to eat?"

"No, I don't. Paul waved his hand, "What about the old man?"

The old servant looked to the west: "The master is in the study." ”

Ronan noticed that Paul's address to his father was not an honorific title.

Paul didn't stop long, and walked to the study.

He walked ahead, pushed open a white wooden lacquered door, and shouted, "I'm back." ”

As soon as he finished shouting, a book flew out of it.

Paul dodged sideways, and Ronan had just entered the door and glanced at the ground.

"Fifty Shades of Yellow" is a Mary Sue novel about the relationship between master and servant.

This taste is a bit unique.

"You rabbit cub still know to come back, why don't you die outside?"

Ronan followed the prestige, and in the center of the study sat a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

He wore a brick-red plaid dressing gown, gray hair, and a cleanly shaved beard.

If it weren't for the thick forehead lines, it would look a little younger.

"Hey. Paul's tone was impatient: "Come back today and tell you something." ”

Old Paul's gaze crossed Paul, and when he saw Ronan behind him, his eyes widened: "You...... Are you coming out?"

"What kind of cabinet is there, it's really something. Paul's face darkened and he waved his hand at Ronan: "Speak for yourself." ”

Ronan stepped forward and took out Catherine's [Fragment of Parchment (14)], "Have you seen this?"

"Hiss~"

Old Paul took a breath of cold air and rubbed his eyebrows: "I seem to have seen this thing somewhere...... Strange, why can't I remember?"

Through these words, Ronan knew that 'Sakura' had erased his relevant memories.

"Sir, someone may be against you. ”

"What are you kidding...... old Paul chuckled sarcastically, glanced at his son, and swallowed the rest of the words.

"It was a very young woman, with almond eyes. ”

There's only so much information that Ronan can get about Sakura.

Hearing this, Old Paul's smile suddenly froze.

When Paul saw this, there were black lines on his face.

It seems that there is such a thing as the kind of result that you don't want to encounter.

"Quinn!" old Paul shouted, staring at the henchman who rushed over, "We went to the hot springs last week, do you still have any impressions?"

"Yes, big brother. Quinn saw that Paul was there, smiled and nodded.

"There was a pretty girl that day, the one with swallow tattoos on both sides of her chest. Old Paul shook his fingers and said in a serious tone: "Get her back, I want to live!"

Quinn thought that old Paul had taken a fancy to the girl, but there was something wrong with this tone, so he responded first: "Yes." ”

Ronan rolled his eyes and learned another piece of information.

There are swallow tattoos on both sides of the chest of 'Night Tree', is it the legendary Flying Swallow?

Seeing that this was true, Paul did not want to stay long, so he lifted his feet and left.

Ronan was worried, and his qualification to enter the black market trading was stable, and he was in a good mood and left.

"Come back to me, little bunny!" came old Paul's roar from the study.

Paul frowned and stepped back, his eyes and tone impatient: "What's the matter? Don't mention my mother to me, I'm sick to hear it." ”

Old Paul's hand hanging in the air paused, and his eyes were a little dark.

He craned his neck to look, estimating that the handsome guy had not gone far just now, so he lowered his voice: "You kid, don't be sold!"

Paul shrugged, said nothing, and turned to leave.

At this point, Paul could be considered to have understood.

The handsome cold guy in front of him used the threat to the embassy's daughter as a bargaining chip, hoping to participate in the auction on the black market exchange.

Regardless of whether this embassy daughter is true or not, it can be investigated later.

Paul was always suspicious of this unknown man.

Ronan himself knew that he couldn't bluff the other party with this name alone, so he opened his mouth to move out a second set of rhetoric.

"I came this time, not only to save you, but also to save your whole family. ”

This sentence sounds strange, like thanking your eight generations of ancestors.

Paul licked his lips, feeling a little bluffing.

He pulled a chair and sat upside down, wanting to see how the handsome guy in front of him would make up.

Ronan glanced at Paul, "Have you heard of the National Association for the Development and Management of Occult Abilities?"

Paul's eyes narrowed, he shook his head, and held the attitude of watching the play: "It sounds so high-end." ”

"That superpower organization, you should have seen it in movies and TV series. ”

"Ah, I saw it. Paul grinned and thought to himself. He wondered if this handsome guy couldn't make it up, and he actually pulled it to his unwarranted superpowers.

"Just know. Ronan rolled up his sleeves and took out the Cursed Hammer from his system backpack.

To outsiders, Ronan conjured a hammer out of thin air, causing several of his subordinates to marvel.

"This ...... How is this done?"

"Magic, brother, you have two brushes. Teach me, you can use it for girls. Paul clapped with a hippie smile, and his men next to him echoed suit.

"Hold it firm. ”

Ronan handed the hammer over and asked Paul to hold the ends of the hammer with both hands.

With the other party clenched, he put the hammer into his backpack.

It seems that the hammer disappeared out of thin air.

"Where's the hammer?" the cold touch in his hand suddenly disappeared, and Paul was startled.

Ronan didn't respond, looking up at Paul, "You think it's a magic prop?"

With that, he took out his hammer again and slammed it on the bench next to him.

The loud muffled noise made everyone present wide-eyed, and their faces were full of disbelief.

This hammer ...... It's true?

In full view of everyone, Ronan put away the hammer and took out the old Si Ji secret technique.

The book was not opened, and the yellow cover had a big 'secret' written on it.

Taking the book back again, Ronan looked at Paul with a confused face, and said matter-of-factly: "A national-level secret organization like ours is not accessible to ordinary people. I'll just get straight to the point for my purpose this time. According to intelligence, there are terrorist groups that will attack your father and erase some of his memories. In order to find out the truth, I need to go to the black market and lie down. ”

Surprised by Ronan's abilities, Paul rolled his eyes and asked, "What proof do you have, my father?"

"According to intelligence, both your father and the terrorist organization want to buy this parchment. Ronan took out the [Fragment of Parchment (14)] from Catherine's house and shook it in front of him: "In order to reduce the number of bidders, the terrorist organization plans to erase your father's relevant memories. ”

Paul tried to reach for the parchment, but Ronan took it back: "This is evidence from the terrorist organization's branch, and you can't touch it." If you don't believe me, we can ask in person. ”

Paul frowned, his faith a little shaken.

If one day, a person who has shown special abilities comes to you and says that your family is being targeted by a terrorist organization.

Do you believe or don't believe?

His eyes narrowed, and he rubbed his brows, looking distressed.

This handsome guy's tone is so firm, it doesn't seem to be fake.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

I'm afraid it's true, if one is not handled well, it may cause fire.

Paul frowned, glanced at the hammer Ronan had taken out, and after a long thought, finally chose to compromise.

He sighed, "Okay, I'll take you to ask." ”

Putting on his coat, Paul instructed some of his men to watch the scene: "Stay here, a few of you, and I'll go out." ”

Leading Ronan, the two returned to their villa in Manhattan's XC district.

The identity of this handsome guy is still unclear.

Paul wanted to stabilize him before investigating his information privately.

The villa is surrounded by flowers and plants, the decoration is quite simple, and the inside is very luxurious, inlaid with gold and silver, and there are many works of art.

The old servant who was passing by saw Paul and bent down respectfully: "Hello young master, do you want to get you something to eat?"

"No, I don't. Paul waved his hand, "What about the old man?"

The old servant looked to the west: "The master is in the study." ”

Ronan noticed that Paul's address to his father was not an honorific title.

Paul didn't stop long, and walked to the study.

He walked ahead, pushed open a white wooden lacquered door, and shouted, "I'm back." ”

As soon as he finished shouting, a book flew out of it.

Paul dodged sideways, and Ronan had just entered the door and glanced at the ground.

"Fifty Shades of Yellow" is a Mary Sue novel about the relationship between master and servant.

This taste is a bit unique.

"You rabbit cub still know to come back, why don't you die outside?"

Ronan followed the prestige, and in the center of the study sat a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

He wore a brick-red plaid dressing gown, gray hair, and a cleanly shaved beard.

If it weren't for the thick forehead lines, it would look a little younger.

"Hey. Paul's tone was impatient: "Come back today and tell you something." ”

Old Paul's gaze crossed Paul, and when he saw Ronan behind him, his eyes widened: "You...... Are you coming out?"

"What kind of cabinet is there, it's really something. Paul's face darkened and he waved his hand at Ronan: "Speak for yourself." ”

Ronan stepped forward and took out Catherine's [Fragment of Parchment (14)], "Have you seen this?"

"Hiss~"

Old Paul took a breath of cold air and rubbed his eyebrows: "I seem to have seen this thing somewhere...... Strange, why can't I remember?"

Through these words, Ronan knew that 'Sakura' had erased his relevant memories.

"Sir, someone may be against you. ”

"What are you kidding...... old Paul chuckled sarcastically, glanced at his son, and swallowed the rest of the words.

"It was a very young woman, with almond eyes. ”

There's only so much information that Ronan can get about Sakura.

Hearing this, Old Paul's smile suddenly froze.

When Paul saw this, there were black lines on his face.

It seems that there is such a thing as the kind of result that you don't want to encounter.

"Quinn!" old Paul shouted, staring at the henchman who rushed over, "We went to the hot springs last week, do you still have any impressions?"

"Yes, big brother. Quinn saw that Paul was there, smiled and nodded.

"There was a pretty girl that day, the one with swallow tattoos on both sides of her chest. Old Paul shook his fingers and said in a serious tone: "Get her back, I want to live!"

Quinn thought that old Paul had taken a fancy to the girl, but there was something wrong with this tone, so he responded first: "Yes." ”

Ronan rolled his eyes and learned another piece of information.

There are swallow tattoos on both sides of the chest of 'Night Tree', is it the legendary Flying Swallow?

Seeing that this was true, Paul did not want to stay long, so he lifted his feet and left.

Ronan was worried, and his qualification to enter the black market trading was stable, and he was in a good mood and left.

"Come back to me, little bunny!" came old Paul's roar from the study.

Paul frowned and stepped back, his eyes and tone impatient: "What's the matter? Don't mention my mother to me, I'm sick to hear it." ”

Old Paul's hand hanging in the air paused, and his eyes were a little dark.

He craned his neck to look, estimating that the handsome guy had not gone far just now, so he lowered his voice: "You kid, don't be sold!"

Paul shrugged, said nothing, and turned to leave.