The old man is kind and personable.

It's like a delicate and elegant old gentleman who came out of an oil painting.

Opposite him, he did not feel the slightest pressure, but a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze.

The white man from before followed him honestly.

Didn't look up the whole time.

The old man walked slowly to the man in black and examined the wound on his brow, which was almost invisible to the naked eye.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Turning to the girl's face, he said kindly.

"Lady Morica is so fierce."

The old man said in pure Ilian language.

"The old man's concentration is not bad, he has been observing me in the house for a long time."

The Mohamcan language is returned in Ilibya.

His eyes glanced diagonally above the giant gate.

There's a stealth camera there.

She was imposing and arrogant.

"We have been inherited for thousands of years, and we have seen the noble family of the last emperor of Charlemagne, and even those old families in the Western Continent dare not give us face, and one of you new nouveau riche dares to let me take off my mask?"

Mo Yu raised his chin and asked unceremoniously.

The domineering pride of an underworld princess is vividly displayed.

"If that's how you entertain, I won't let this door in."

He turned around as he spoke.

It's about to leave.

The girl walked leisurely, her eyes unwavering.

Walk straight forward in the airtight envelope.

The blackened crowd surrounded her, moving like a fluttering black cloud, moving with her movements.

The muzzles of black holes struck her.

The sound of the trigger loading came and went.

But no one dared to shoot.

She walked forward without fear, ignoring the deep, bottomless spear heads.

It was as if from beginning to end he hadn't taken to heart the muzzles of these guns that could easily shoot her into a hornet's nest.

Seeing that she was about to leave.

"Wait," the old man's voice came after he was born.

He slowly approached the girl and smiled kindly.

"Dear Madam, no matter how you kill our people in our territory, you must give us an explanation."

"There is no explanation."

"This is the price you should pay for your offense."

The girl's face did not change, and she said unhurriedly.

The attitude is tough and arrogant.

The old man's old eyes narrowed slowly.

The two looked at each other.

One is not shocked, and the other is as deep as the sea.

The water is blue, and the water is dark.

There are no waves in the pair of ancient wells, as breathtaking as the abyss, and the eyes are deep and cold.

The old man laughed suddenly.

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Tulip family, at a young age, amazingly courageous, admirable, honorable Miss Morica, I was presumptuous with my subordinates before, please inside."

As he spoke, he led the girl back to the gate.

He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground as he passed by.

Didn't care at all.

When Mo Yu stepped into the door again, there was no alarm in the hall.

Walk into the lobby.

Inside is a huge conference room.

The splendid dome, the magnificent decoration of the palace, the huge old oil paintings, the precious works of art of the Renaissance era, the beautiful oriental porcelain, the leather precious seats.

Compared to here, the hall outside is vulgar and cheap like a slum.

Although the interior is not as large and bright as the building hall.

But the restrained and low-key luxury inside, none of which is comparable to the outside.