At the moment when Count Aletu finished speaking, a scene that made more than a dozen bodyguards around him have no time to react really appeared in front of them.

A breeze blew up, and the white turban and white robe of the Count of Aletu were slightly lifted, and the white robe was shriveled and black skin underneath, and the robe remained in the air for a few seconds, and then quickly fell naturally.

In the next second, Count Alletu felt as if he was being held up by something, and the cold feeling made him nervous, and no one could react at the first time when he looked around.

Chu Xian just stood behind Count Aleptu, spinning a knife that came from nowhere in his hand.

Unlike those magic weapons that are powerful enough to open mountains and break rocks, this knife is more like a pencil sharpening knife used by an art student to copy the master's calligraphy and painting.

The knife had already been opened, and the thin back of the knife looked very transparent under the refraction of the sun, and Chu Xian looked disdainful.

It's like an artist carving a very decent piece of art, except that the sample of the artwork is a living person.

But even with such a beautiful picture, Count Alletu did not experience the feeling of natural art at all, on the contrary, he was very nervous, because he knew that the man behind him was a genius that the Seraphs had not met for many years, and he could even poke his throat with a piece of paper.

Count Aletu didn't dare to move, his position was too awkward now, he had his back to Chu Xian, and he didn't even have the slightest room to move.

Chu Xian's coercion began to spread, and the Count of Aletu, who was still majestic just now, was now pressed on the stool, and now he didn't even have the courage to turn back.

A second passed in a blink of an eye, and several bodyguards around them did not react until this time, they all reached into their arms in unison, and it seemed that in the next second, they could take out a large-caliber pistol from the pocket on the inside of their shirt, strike the trigger, and then fire, shooting the teenager in front of them into a pulp.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let these people do that." Chu Xian smiled and said, "Even if they fire, I can cut your throat before that, you are different from us people, there are many, many hours waiting for you to enjoy, right?" Slender young girls will line up to your yacht. ”

"Hey, Cyra, you don't need to be angry with me, I'm just conveying the order of the Judgment." Count Aletu smiled and said, "We don't have a personal grudge, do we?" ”

Chu first withdrew the knife into his sleeve.

"I was loyal to the Seraph, not the Inquisition, and while I don't have any nostalgia for the world, I haven't enjoyed my retirement yet, at least just like you." Chu first patted Count Aletu on the shoulder and said; "Your speeches about changing the world and changing all of humanity are very thrilling, but I have heard a saying, a phrase that belongs only to ordinary people, that one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. Those who live at the bottom are indeed like ants, they trample on each other, even if a city dies, in your eyes it is just a random cross on the map, you are so handsome in a white robe, this is the belief of your Arabs, I remember that Damascus used to be a place where roses were produced, but now even the grass has been burned by the war many times, those ordinary people trampled each other like ants and died, but you will not feel anything, not even the most ordinary apology, Because you feel that they are too far away from you. ”

"I didn't expect Cyra to have such a face, it was really eye-opening for me." Count Aletu questioned.

"Of course, Cyra is an angel of killing, he once caused a great flood, but he also left time for Noah's Ark, we are not all the way, I live on the battlefield, so to speak, in the place where I appeared, even a breath of kung fu will kill someone, and it is precisely because of this feeling that surrounds me that I can always survive." Chu Xian affirmed: "So I'm a good person, right?" ”

"Of course." Count Aletu nodded in agreement.

"So I suggest you don't ask anything of me, you know these people can't save your life." Chu Xian took a deep breath and said, "But I'm in a good mood today, at least I don't want to kill you today." ”

"God willing, although my country is supposed to be Islamic, I am a true Christian in private." Count Aletu got up slowly, shook his white robe, and sighed, "It looks like I should change another batch of bodyguards." ”

The art hall was silent, and only the slow sound of an hourglass could be heard.

Outside the hallway, Camorra. Rose looked at Count Allettu, who was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat from the top of his head, and said mockingly, "If I were you, I wouldn't talk to an outlaw like that." ”

Count Alletu walked in a windy manner, but he still couldn't hide the fact that he was sweating behind his back, and the murderous aura exuded from Chu Xian's body made people shudder.

The Count of Aletu wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, then threw it aside.

"Why didn't you just make a move?"

"Me?" Camorra. Rose was suspicious, "I'm not sure, and he didn't really mean to kill you, if anything, you would be dead by now." ”

"Tell the people on the top floor to get out, that Gotu is just a pawn of Satan, he doesn't know anything." Count Aletu nodded.

"What is this? A political tacit understanding that coincides? "Camorra. Rose asked.

"No, it's not the time to go to war with the demons of hell yet, at least not in this country." Count Alertu looked at a red flag fluttering not far away and said: "Napoleon once compared this country to a sleeping lion, and now it seems that the second half of the sentence is no longer important, this lion has opened his eyes." ”

A pair of Audi A8 convoys slowly drove out of the underground parking lot of the Huiguo Building and sped towards the airport.

After a few simple greetings, Chu first said goodbye to Lu Yueyue, and then he came to a dark alley, and pulled out a box tightly wrapped in a black plastic bag from the side of the garbage heap.

Just as Chu Xian was about to leave, he seemed to suddenly think of something, took off the number thirty-five logo on his chest and threw it into the garbage heap.