At the same time, the glass window closest to the main table in the venue is in the shape of a spider web, cracking from the small hole in the middle to the four corners, leaving 2 or 3 small pieces of broken glass on the intricately textured carpet. The unexpected sound was not noticed by anyone in the room, only Anya noticed.

Raphael ......

"Leave the syringe in his hand and find a way to tie your arm to stop the blood circulation before you know what he gave you."

"You sniped him?"

"Neurotoxin, if he dies, the doctor's autopsy will only result in a violent death due to excessive drinking, you don't have to worry." Raphael knew her scruples and explained briefly in a cold voice. "You'd better worry about yourself than him."

Anya looked at her wound oozing tiny beads of blood, was it a delusion...... She felt her veins float and take on an unsettling color.

"What did he give me? The contents of the syringe are colorless and don't smell much, but my veins have changed color!" Anya quickly tied her arms tightly to death, and if the tissue died due to the lack of blood circulation, it would be fine.

Damn, if she gets sick because of this, she must kill all these beasts!

"The drugs that appear on such occasions excite your central nervous and sympathetic nerves, produce hallucinations and euphoria, and make things more enjoyable but remember nothing afterwards; And, of course, consider what's in that glass of white wine you've drunk before."

"I'm going to kill the Black Emperor......

"Your side effects are starting to kick in." Raphael was stunned.

"Less nonsense! Where the hell are the others?" Anya hung her right hand that had been pricked with a needle, and her left hand gripped the syringe she had snatched from the bastard's hand, and she began to feel a little overwhelmed.

Damn, if she really fell here, everyone who was addicted to the lust of men and women, even if they were discovered, would be sexually assaulted by picking up corpses, and they would never be kind enough to save her......

Anya propped up the edge of the table, skimming her right hand, did she start to hallucinate? The strange color was slowly rendering under her skin, like the spider webs on the glass window......

In the next moment, her gaze turned from purple to black.

There was a lot of noise in the room – what happened?

Shallow laughter surrounded the ears like ghosts.

In addition to the fragrant and fragrant grass after the rain, there is also the smell of smoke through the very expensive hand-carved sepiolite pipes imported from Turkey, the base of the tobacco is OrgalCe, the main character is ky-flavored tobacco, with a mature barrel aroma, thick and slightly spicy.

The pipe must be like a blacksmith's bellows, the air flow in and out to keep it burning, too slow to extinguish, too fast to burn, it requires a certain amount of skill to control the rhythm of breathing, in order to waft such a charming aroma.

It can be seen that the owner of the pipe is calm, even happy.

The master did not speak, but smiled, and the attendants beside him, one stood respectfully behind the single black sofa on which the master was sitting, and the other, like a child, sat with his legs dangling on the ornate lacquered wood railing of the box, overlooking the wonderful performance below.

Those who come do not refuse, those who go do not chase - a passage that I haven't heard for a long time.

I'm coming, and where are you—I'm in a place you can't see at the moment, but I can see you clearly.

"My lord, it's almost. These people are either addicted to love, or they have fallen under the power of medicine, and they have no ability to resist." Said the attendant sitting on the railing.

"Not yet." Wisps of white smoke came out of the bowl carved into the dragon's claw in the master's hand, and in an instant it melted into the purple-red world.

"My lord, the queen was stabbed by the Secretary of the Interior." The attendant standing behind the master said in a slightly solemn tone.

"I heard it, and she said she was going to kill me." The adults were still smiling, as if God was looking down on everything below. After a long time, he spoke again, "Alright, go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room went dark.

Her vision was pitch black......

Is she unconscious? However, she did not remember that she had fallen and been hit hard...... The faint discomfort in his right arm reminded him.

"Raphael? Raphael?" His calm and deep voice no longer came from the eavesdropper in his ear, but a murmur. "Damn, this thing is too durable."

Anya had to adapt to the black light, but all the lights in the venue were lit again, not the mysterious fuchsia that made people lose themselves, but all the wires and pipes leading to the light bulbs were all working, and the whole hall seemed to be illuminated by daylight, which was quite dazzling.

"Hmm......" Anya raised her hand to block the light from the sting, but she couldn't get used to it.

"What the hell is going on? What about the organizers?"

"What? Is this light broken? What a thing to do with such a bright spot! The interest is gone!"

"K, isn't the man who fell there the Minister of the Interior? It's not going to be dead, is it?" I don't know who shouted this, and everyone's eyes looked at the main table, and they saw the Home Secretary who had just been sniped and fallen by Raphael from somewhere outside the window with a neurotoxin.

As soon as the unknown waitress heard that someone might be dead, she screamed loudly in a shallow mind, and the chain reaction began to work, and the venue became even more noisy.

"Hehehe, it's just an innocuous person lying next to him, neither bleeding from the seven holes, nor blurring flesh and blood, what are you screaming? It's just like a night of benefactoring down next to you and sleeping." The woman's pleasant voice penetrated the audience through the excellent speakers of the venue, instantly suppressing the noise.

"Who?"

"Who's talking?"

"What about the organizers? What the hell are you doing? Why did this go wrong?"

"I'm right above you, and thanks to the vineyard-style design of this hall (*The opera house is built in the form of an opera house, with the stage on the first floor in the middle, and the auditorium on the second floor surrounded in all directions, which is different from the traditional shoebox design), your party is very interesting to us audiences."

Everyone looked up, and Anya followed suit

"Michael!"

Michael, who was named, was wearing the same tight black dress as Anya, holding the microphone and straddle the lacquered gold wooden fence of the box on the second floor, her slender white and tender legs were bent up and down, the big golden waves did not change, and the makeup on her face was more charming and fatal than that of the makeup artist of the organizer.

It's a bad woman!

But she didn't seem to hear herself, maybe it was too noisy.

"Duke Douro?"

"Look, it's the Duke of Douro up there!"

"Does Duke Douro have any of our names on this list?"

Anya's eyes widened, and the man in a black military uniform behind Michael with a cold face must be the Ansel, Duke Douro, and His Excellency the Black Emperor she was looking for!

Before rushing forward to settle accounts with him, let her appreciate this bastard who has not been seen for nearly two years, and is so handsome that even she can't parry the military uniform. A gold star badge is pinned to the sword collar and right breast pocket, and the golden tassel is divided into four strands, which are connected to the right shoulder to form a beautiful arc; The gold buttons in the middle are evenly arranged at equal distances, and the black shiny leather belt completely shows the man's excellent waistline; The pipe was smoking, and the hand holding it was wrapped in four striped cuffs, each with a gold button on the outer wrist, which she was sure must have been plated with the Clark family crest.

She didn't remember that Britain had such a handsome military uniform...... I haven't seen him for nearly two years, this man has grown completely against the sky, how can he be more charming than when she first met him?

Anya, don't be impulsive, wait for the blood circulation to speed up and the only one who is unlucky is yourself.

"When the arrow has to be fired, it disturbs everyone's interest, and our family will not delay you for too long, and if we find a few people, we will give everyone freedom." With a smile on his face, Michael leaps from the sky as lightly as a swallow, gracefully like a diver, and lands right on the table of the main table.

I don't know if I deliberately stepped on a goblet, and shards of glass that were as shiny as diamonds splashed everywhere.

"What nerves? I'm going to call the police, what a joke, there's a dead person here!"

"Have you forgotten that you enjoyed the pleasure of being a woman a moment ago, you are?

There are people in Britain who have heads and faces, can you call the police?" Michael stepped on the fat body of the Home Secretary, and with this outfit, he looked like a queen. "Looking for an organizer? From the very beginning, it was us, hehe."

"What's the joke, I'm leaving!" With a high sense of crisis, he immediately realized that this was not the charity dinner of the past, and immediately got up and left.

"If you have the ability, you can go and take a look!" Aiden appeared from behind the Black Emperor, and at the same time blocked all the guards at the entrances and exits around him, all of them saluted him, making the atmosphere of the venue even more solemn. "It's okay to call the police, it's already protected by electromagnetic waves, so let's try it!"

Electromagnetic wave barrier? Yes, no wonder she suddenly broke off contact with Raphael.

"Duke Douro, what do you want?"

"What did you do to the organizers? Don't think that this will leave us helpless, if you kill someone, I will let the British police arrest you."

Hey? Now that the Black Emperor is Duke Douro's business, Aiden and Michael know about it?

No, all three of them are here now...... So what did Raphael say about the disappearance? She's not going to be stupidly fooled by these bastard mafia again, is she?

"Dear friends, the future of the United Kingdom, I am sorry that I can catch you all here, don't worry, I will not do anything to you." Duke Douro finally left the single black couch and appeared in the light; The left spectacle lens is no longer visible, and he does not shy away from revealing his beautiful heterochromatic pupils.

"Descendant of a witch, you monster!"

"What did you say? You're the monster in the clothes you're partying here, so clean up your mouth!"