Walking in an unfamiliar city, without a map in hand, when encountering a complicated fork in the road, how do you choose?

In Beauty and the Beast, Belle's father has only two choices when faced with the road that may lead to the city, and the shady and thorny road that he doesn't know will fall into the hands of the beast? Do you believe in animal instincts, or do you stubbornly cling to the ignorance of human beings who think they are the spirits of all things?

The Black Emperor was so powerful, and there were as many elites around him as grains of sand in the Sahara, she never thought that he would encounter the danger of disappearance.

It turned out that it was not that he was deliberately hiding, but that even the four envoys did not know his traces...... What's going on?

Think back to what those people used to call the Black Emperor, monster!

And to be able to capture monsters...... What role would that be? Marvel villain, public enemy, or alien creature?

The Black Emperor once said at his tomb that this is the 8th person, and the 2nd will end - does it have anything to do with this? Was it the 9th who caught him, or was it the last?

"Raphael, you have all lost track of him at this moment, and it is impossible for me to find him!" Anya was silent for a while, then responded in a calmer tone.

"Of course, how could I possibly let you find a needle in a haystack." Raphael pulled out an envelope from the hidden pocket of his suit jacket, on which the family totem seal coat and bleaching was torn in half. "I was in Edinburgh before I came to you, and this is an edict from your lordship."

Edinburgh? He had gone to Michael's territory first. Then in his hands, it is not a good thing.

Anya took the envelope with a classical atmosphere, picked open the crack of the beautiful seal cut in half with her fingernails, pulled out the letter paper with a thick ink fragrance, and shook it off to read.

His beautiful font jumps on the paper, and the dance steps end very briefly:

President's Club Charitable Trust, London Dorchester Hotel

"This is the case with the President's Club Charitable Trust hosting a charity gala at the Dorchester Hotel in London. It was not reported in the news before, but it was postponed for some reason, but the venue is still the same." Anya gently recited the Black Emperor's short sentences, and then, looking up at Raphael. "It makes sense for the Black Emperor to send Aiden."

"You forgot, I just said it was an oracle found in Michael's territory?"

"What, could it be that you still have Aiden's share?"

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools." Raphael took out a second envelope from the same position and handed it to Anya. This time, the seal is not split in half, but is intact from the bottom up. The text is still elegant, but the message is different.

President's Club Charitable Trust, Great Ormond Street Children's Hospital, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs

"Come, tell me, what's the difference between the two letters?" Raphael looked at Anya, confused.

"The same event in a different place? Aiden's has an accountable figure, while Michael's doesn't? Did Aiden go and clean up the Foreign Secretary, and Michael had another task?"

"Hehe, since you have assumed the title of the Queen of the Underworld, you must be enlightened, and you can't even see this clearly, let alone stand on the right side of the adult, you don't even have the qualifications to get close." Raphael tattooed Anya in every word, making it clear that he did not identify with her.

Anya wanted to fight back loudly: I never wanted to play such a role!

But she had made up her mind to walk into the organization again, and she would have to know better what they were doing. Therefore, in the face of Raphael's cold words, she could only respond "calmly":

"Raphael, it's up to him whether he is qualified to stand on the right side of the adult, if you still want to hear his voice, it's best to stop talking nonsense here and tell me quickly, what do you know."

Raphael was not annoyed, but still smiled:

"The family totem seal coat of arms of classical gold fire lacquer wax, the status is equivalent to the king's edict, and only the four of us in the organization have seen it, and we don't see it many times in a year." Raphael removed the envelope from Anya's hand and meticulously re-embossed the lines of the envelope. "Imagine that the minister of the court received an edict, which one was not respectful? It's like Aiden's seal, neat and clean."

Michael, on the other hand, was torn in half from it......

"Deputy

Michael received the Black Emperor's edict in a very urgent or dangerous situation."

"I'm glad your brain is working." Raphael then took the letter from Anya's hand and spread it out on the bar table, not worrying about the contents being seen by the others, because the guests were already empty, and his old partner flashed to the back kitchenette. "The adults had asked Aiden to attend a charity auction at Great Ormond Street Hospital for the opportunity to have lunch with the Foreign Secretary, presumably to kill him; In the message to Michael, the location was the Dorchester Hotel, the site of the dinner, which meant that she would enter as a waitress to assist or save Aiden...... But I didn't know what happened on the way, so there was news that the charity dinner was postponed."

"Waitress? Isn't this dinner party a claim that women are not allowed to enter?" Everyone knows this strange rule, and Anya thinks it's a strange, misogynistic activity that never pays much attention to.

Until today.

"It's true that this dinner is only for male guests, but it doesn't say that women 'other than guests' are not allowed to enter. Do you need me to be so careful? Shirley?"

Has her title evolved from Miss Surname to Shirley?

"It can't be a female guest, but it can be a hostess? What kind of rotten activity is this that discriminates against women?"

"How about I send you in, and you can experience for yourself what it means to be a charity dinner for discrimination in British high society?"

"Don't get off the hook, since Aiden and Michael went on a mission, why did the Black Emperor disappear at this time?"

"To correct your wording, my lord has not disappeared, I am talking about the loss of our traces of our adults—the traces of our entry into the President's Club Charitable Trust."

"You're looking for me just to ask me to go in as a waitress at this postponed charity dinner and see what's going on, right?" After saying so much, Anya finally came to her senses. "It's strange, you're a man, why don't you go in as a guest? Don't say anything like you don't have an invitation, I'm sure Aiden doesn't have an invitation either."

"Shirley, if even I am trapped inside, do you think Uriel is reliable?"

To be honest, she didn't know how to know if she was not familiar with Uriel, but the meaning of this question must be that Uriel was unreliable, and there was no need to say more!

"When is the party?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night? Didn't those ushers be selected first? How can I get in?"

Raphael did not answer her, but smiled faintly; This made Anya feel as if she had asked a stupid question...... It's a really stupid question, because these guys specialize in things that you can't figure out why you can do it.

"And what am I going to take with me?"

"I've been in the UK for so long, so I've probably listened to Desert Island Records (*Deer, a very popular BBC show), right? I'll ask you the same question, if you were to bring a luxury item to an uninhabited island, what would you want?" Raphael didn't wait for Anya to answer if she had heard of it, and asked herself.

"A pistol with bullets." When you can't live, you can at least die happily.

"So, what song do you want to bring with you?"

"Megan Trina's NO."

How did you find the courage to talk to me?

But before you speak, allow me to interrupt you...... I reject everything.

Raphael recalled its brainwashing lyrics and smiled faintly:

"It's a pity you can't bring a gun with bullets."

"Then, I'll bring the ability to stand on the Black Emperor's side!"

See you tomorrow, Black Emperor.

The next evening, the Dorchester Hotel

The President's Club Charitable Trust, established in 1985 with the goal of raising funds to help underprivileged children; Every year, the financial industry, real estate industry, film and television entertainment, automobile industry, fashion industry and many government governments will gather in a certain place to hold a grand fundraising dinner to achieve the purpose of the opening.

There are many charity dinners held by various celebrities in the UK under various names, and of course, the exposure of this charity for many years is relatively low

。 The previous media attention was due to an unpredictable event that caused the postponement of the event, but of course no one knows what the real reason is.

Reflecting on the treacherous events of the day so far, Anya arrived at the Hotel in Dorchester at 4 p.m. to meet a group of young girls in short black tight skirts, sexy black lace lingerie with all bent over, and black high heels, who looked like students, models or actresses.

An undercover agent like her is certainly the only one.

After all 130 hostesses arrived, the first thing they did was sign a five-page confidentiality clause? God, what the hell is going on? Her father and brother have never seen anyone sign this ghost thing when they attend any charity gala, and the words are small and many, and they are deliberately designed to make people have no time or patience to read.

Anya's name on the confidentiality agreement is Shirley, and since she is looking for someone, she naturally chooses a loud name; Why don't you choose the queen of the underworld, isn't it magnificent and mighty?

Believe me, you'll be thrown out of the door as a psychopath!

After Anya asked the organizers to make a copy of the contract for her, before she could get her hands on it, a group of people were taken to the orchid hall for a comb, and the hairstylist and makeup artist hired by the organizers looked like they were not inferior to her family's Alicia (※ GVGF Group's chief makeup artist), but Alicia would never make girls into sexy stunners without recognition.

As long as it's sexy, it doesn't matter who you are – what is this dinner party for?

At 7 p.m., the organizers came to distribute uniforms. It makes sense to have a uniform as a waitress, but ...... A short black dress that is so short and tight that the A cup is squeezed into a G cup is called a uniform, and she absolutely doesn't believe it!

Sexy roman heels with black strappy extra-thin heels, and a black corset...... After all, it's the words black and sexy, and it doesn't matter if it's applied to people.

Damn Raphael, what the hell is a charity dinner, a party of lust!

"Girls, our work tonight is about to begin, and there are all British figures with heads and faces outside, and whether or not they can become phoenixes depends on their own abilities; For the sake of a few female students who are still not deeply involved in the world, the organizers invite everyone to have a glass of white wine to strengthen their courage, and the rest is up to themselves."