In the abandoned dock warehouse, Mary passed out with her hands tied behind her back, blood oozing from the bullet wound on her left shoulder, staining her body red.

"Who is this woman?"

In front of Mary, mafia boss Harry put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at Andrew, a fat businessman beside him.

Apparently, he believes that Andrew's presence has something to do with Andrew, who leaked information about their meeting.

"Harry, don't look at me like that."

Assembling his cane again, Andrew shook the fat on his face and said innocently:

"You also saw that this woman's target just now was me, if it weren't for my quick reaction, I'm afraid I'm the one lying on the ground now......"

"Humph!" With a sneer, Harry asked rhetorically, "So what?" You want to say you're innocent? This woman's appearance here has nothing to do with you? ”

"Don't be so anxious to pass the buck, Harry, I haven't said anything like that."

Compared to the mafia boss, the fat businessman is also obviously more shrewd.

"This woman's target is obviously us, oh~ You carefully imagine how she dodged my bullet before, I was aiming at her heart, but she still avoided the key point at such a close distance, this kind of physical reaction ability is not something ordinary people can have.

So, she must have undergone special training, although I don't want to admit it, but since she is here, it means that someone must have leaked our meeting.

Now, instead of passing the buck to each other, we should find a way to find out what went wrong.

That's the only way to ensure that the next 'legacy' deal goes smoothly, isn't it? ”

With that, Andrew straightened his suit, took off his top hat and gave Harry a gentlemanly salute.

"Then, Harry, this woman is left to you, and now allow me to take my leave, and rest assured, I will give you an account of this matter.

I also advise you to get out of here as soon as possible, after all, it's definitely not safe anymore......"

As soon as the words fell, Andrew left the warehouse with his attendants, got into the car parked outside, and drove away.

[That woman, that kind of skill, is definitely not an ordinary person......]

The car started, and Andrew took another deep look at Mary, who had passed out in the warehouse, through the window.

[If it wasn't Harry's side who leaked the information about this meeting, but my side......]

The car pulled out of the dock, and Andrew sat in the middle of the back row, his hands on crutches, his eyes closed.

[Could it be...... Is it MI6? Could it be that London is already eyeing me? 】

[If so, then it's really a terrible situation, and it can't be investigated, otherwise it will definitely be caught by London.] 】

[That's it, after the transaction of that batch of 'inheritances' is completed, I should almost retire, what else is there to worry about then? As for the woman......]

"Hmph."

The car stopped at a traffic light intersection, and Andrew suddenly sneered.

Isn't he clear about the habits of the French mafia?

That woman would never have survived to this day.

The green light turned on, the car started again, and Andrew, who had already calculated everything in his heart, finally opened his eyes.

At that moment, he saw an East Asian man running by on the sidewalk next to him, as if he had something urgent to do.

Although it was only a quick glance, Andrew could see the face of this East Asian man clearly.

[It's really rare, East Asians living in Paris...... Well? 】

With a sigh of emotion in his heart, Andrew suddenly realized that the pupils of the East Asian man's eyes just now were ...... Seems to be purple?

[Wait!] That East Asian male?! 】

Suddenly, with the professionalism he had cultivated over the past few decades, Andrew instantly recalled the name of the East Asian man.

White River Kiyoshi!

He remembered that last night in London, the director specially ordered him to contact the relevant authorities to expedite the two visas, one of which was the East Asian man who ran over just now!

Andrew's shrewd little eyes showed a look of disbelief.

He couldn't be mistaken, the East Asian man's appearance, as well as his striking purple pupils, were exactly the same as the photo of Bai Heqing in his memory!

It was also because of this that he also remembered the photo of the other person in the two visas that the director asked him to apply.

It's the blonde woman who was injured by him in the warehouse!

[Director, MI6...... Could it be that London is really already eyeing him? 】

Realizing this possibility, Andrew had a panicked look on his face.

[No! Whether these two people came to investigate me or not, they must not be allowed to live! Absolute! 】

Quickly thinking of a way, the panic on Andrew's face gradually turned into hideous.

The East Asian man should have gone in the direction of the dock just now, and I am afraid that he realized that something had happened to his companion......

[It just so happens that I will use the hands of those French mafias to eradicate both of you!] 】

“……”

On the other side, in the abandoned warehouse of the docks, Harry lit himself a cigar and looked down coldly at Mary who had passed out on the ground.

"Head, what are you going to do with this woman?" A mafia member asked.

"Bring it back first, treat her wounds, and don't let her die yet." Spat out the smoke ring, Harry spoke.

"Yes!"

Two mafia members immediately stepped forward, lifted the unconscious Mary and took her to the outside car, and then quickly left.

"Clean up the blood on the ground."

"Yes!"

Shouting out to the other two younger brothers behind him, Harry was still standing in the warehouse, sipping a cigar in his mouth.

Something is wrong.

He carefully recalled Andrew's old fox's previous reaction, and vaguely sensed a hint of abnormality.

This old fox walked too simply, obviously there was a leak of meeting information, but this old fox didn't even take the opportunity to put pressure on him, but put on a reasonable attitude?

It's weird, that's not the attitude of these Brits.

The old fox must have guessed something......

Could it be MI6?

The thought popped into Harry's head.

Harry knows very well that the businessman is just Andrew's identity to the outside world, and the real identity of this old fox is actually the head of the British MI6 in Paris.

Harry has always known this and doesn't mind, but it is precisely because of Andrew's identity that the business between the two has been stable to this day.

As for what Franco-British feud?

I'm sorry, Harry is a pure man, as long as it is profitable, he doesn't care at all whether the other party is British, German or old Maozi.

But now it seems that Andrew, the old fox, has been targeted by MI6 people?

"Hmph."

Harry just smiled coldly, threw the burned cigar in his hand to the ground, and then stomped on it.

It doesn't matter, when the deal of that 'legacy' is completed, he and this old fox will have little cooperation, and no matter what MI6 is, it will have nothing to do with him.

"Head, that's it."

At this time, the two mafia brothers who cleaned up the bloodstains in the warehouse also ran over.

"Well, let's go, go back."

Nodding, Harry flicked his trench coat and turned towards the sedan parked outside the warehouse.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, just as he walked out of the warehouse, a figure suddenly rushed out and kicked him out with a flying kick.

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(End of chapter)