Bullock couldn't take it anymore, and collapsed to the ground all at once, eager to slap himself seventeen or eighteen times, and then find a hole to get in and never come out, of course, before he could strangle the bastard Al. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info kept complaining to himself: "It's really fucking blind, and I can't even tell the difference between black iron after staying in the outer area for a long time." I was also blinded by lard, and I was confused all my life, seeing that this kid looked like a dog, and he looked like a majestic man, and mistook the stubborn stone for jade, and really regarded it as a true god. Who knows if it's a cloth bag stuffed with rice stalks and a straw bale. I've been shrewd all my life, and I didn't expect to be planted in this place. "There is despair in my heart, and I want to explain it clearly, but looking at the schadenfreude of everyone, how can I tell it.

Al looked at the laughing crowd in front of him, and somehow felt the urge to laugh too. What is this? He touched the back of his head and thought about it carefully, isn't this the plot of pretending to be slapped in the face on the earth, such a large group of people directly leaned over and let him step on it, wouldn't it be a shame to let this Mr. Muriel live up if they don't ravage it?

"Freeman. Al snapped his fingers.

Freeman, who had been standing behind him as a background, stepped forward, grabbed Muriel and lifted him up, and smashed it firmly on the ground, the rumbling sound made everyone present break out in a cold sweat. Muriel screamed like a castration, and the sound of "squeak" was quite commensurate with his size, and it was extremely loud in this silent hall.

The hall that was still lively just now was abruptly silent, and everyone gasped, they didn't expect this liar to be so violent, and dare to hurt people in this "paradise". Then he screamed as if he had encountered a frightened lady. Amid shouts such as "beating people", "there are thugs", and "where are the guards", a large group of people scrambled to retreat, for fear that these thugs would find themselves and look at the embarrassed appearance of the well-dressed just now.

The crowd flashed out of a large circle with a hula, and the guards who were on guard around hurriedly came to surround Al and his party, but they didn't dare to move because they were afraid of Muriel lying on the ground.

Al stepped on Muriel's fat head, and the civilized stick in his hand moved to his right eye, the bottom of the stick trembled, as if it was about to fall down, and the expression on his face seemed to be smiling, "Dear Mr. Muriel, I didn't hear clearly behind my ears just now. What did you call my family?"

Muriel looked at the stick hanging from his eyes in horror, and his heart swayed back and forth with the stick, and he said, "Ai...... Young Master Al, there is something to say, something to say. Don't worry about a rough man like me, if you are merciful, let me go as a fart. A basket of good words poured out of Muriel's mouth as if he didn't want money, and as he spoke, he hated Bullock even more in his heart: "You said that you should find someone to play tricks, you should find a professional liar, this is good to find a madman." If I'm lucky enough to be okay this time, you Brock, and this madman named Al will be locked up in a black cell for the rest of your life. ”

At this time, there was another commotion in the hall, and the group came over separately from the crowd. During the walk, everyone bent down to greet the old man at the head, "You are here, President." "Good day, President. "You're here, President, there's a big mess. This kind of salute is heard endlessly.

Al looked up, the president was dressed in plain clothes, with clean sleeves, a solid-colored carved wooden cane in his right hand, a pair of gold-wire crystal glasses, his hair meticulously combed in two, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and it looked like he should not appear in this kind of gold hole, but should stand on top of the lecture hall of the university. There is quite a bit of natural carving, and the clear water has the meaning of hibiscus.

Behind him were two young men, one dignified, covered in gold and jade, with a long figure handsome and straight against the backdrop of the dress, and the jade tree was in the wind. His long, pale blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, not as cheesy as the gold in this hall, but reminiscent of the warm sunshine. The emerald green eyes are as deep and deep as jasper, and you can't help but want to look at the mysterious green. He is undoubtedly an excellent man, he is radiant as soon as he appears, and it is clear that Al is the protagonist of the scene, but as soon as this man appears, he attracts everyone's attention.

The other was much inferior in comparison, his clothes were haphazardly matched, and the red and black leather coat had a vertical collar, looking unruly. The slightly raised head and the hands in the pockets show the unique stubbornness of young people, and the slightly dark skin and equally black hair are quite conspicuous in a circle of blonde eyes.

The guild leader glanced at it and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" and a person next to him stood up and explained to him in a low voice.

The leader gave Al a majestic look and walked towards him. Muriel, who was lying on the ground, howled as if he had seen a savior, "President, please save me." There was a hint of crying in his words, which was really tearful for the listeners and sad for the hearers.

Brock ran to the president's side, nodded and defended: "President, listen to me, I was actually deceived in this matter, and I never meant to deceive the alliance......", Balabala's words were nothing more than pretending to be an innocent victim, and Al became a master of a thousand people, a master of deception, and there was no one who could not be tricked by the tens of millions of people in this Shenghui City.

The guildmaster raised his cane slightly, and Brock swallowed the words back in his mouth. He walked up to Al, carefully examined the badge on Al's chest, and bowed slightly: "Contemptible Marshall Randolph is now the president of the Radiant City Business Alliance. Your presence is really a shining spot for Sodom Auction House, Mr. Al Edward. It is said that the heir of the Iron Thorn Family has not appeared in Shenghui City for many years. ”

Brock, who was standing aside and was thinking about how to justify, had eyes popping out like a toad, and his mouth was wide open, unable to make a sound. This matter is twists and turns, it is too exciting, seeing that his complexion is as red as a roasted shrimp, his heart is about to jump out of his chest, and he is afraid that he will faint on the spot in the next second.

As for Muriel, who was trampled to the ground by Al, a pair of mung bean eyes were dripping in horror, and he shouted frantically in his heart: "How is it possible! Didn't the president recognize that his badge was made of black iron? This thought is now his only lifeline, and he prays desperately in his heart.

His words really surprised Al, and he said that even if the president knew about the Iron Thorn Family, he wouldn't verify it, and he would open his mouth and admit it, right?

He also bowed his head: "Good day, Mr. President." You're so sure of my identity, you don't have to confirm it?"