It is already late December, and in China, it has almost entered the 39 days of the 24 solar terms, that is, the coldest season. Everyone is eager to surround the heating, wrap their lives, and live a comfortable life without leaving the door.

The UK is the same, it is also very cold in this month, but the temperature is not too low, the lowest is only about -10 degrees. However, this place is strange, due to the location, it always rains, even in winter.

Overnight, it was humid outside, and the light rain was still dripping, because the temperature was too low, and when it fell, it turned into snowflakes, but after falling on the ground, it quickly melted.

In a separate villa that is also a little remote from the Lindsell family's estate, the atmosphere is extraordinarily quiet, and there is no sound in the huge villa except for the occasional sound of birds coming out to feed.

The villa is not big, but it is also very magnificent, with a three-story European architectural style, and the exterior decoration is also very elegant, but there is no servant in such a villa.

In the courtyard of the villa, there was a latest-new Bentley Elegance that Lindsell would have recognized if she was here, as one of her brother Ryan Howard's cars.

The interior decoration of the villa is also elegant and noble, with well-known oil paintings neatly arranged on the wall, although they are not treasures, but they are also rare classics, and the price is quite expensive if they are put up for auction.

In a room on the second floor, the flames in the fireplace were constantly beating, and from time to time there was a burst of "crackling" sound of wood crackling, and the whole room seemed extraordinarily warm, even warmer than turning on the air conditioner. The only fly in the ointment was that the windows of the whole room were hung with thick red curtains, and there was no other light source except for the dancing flame in the fireplace, which made the atmosphere in the room seem a little weird.

On a single couch in front of the fireplace sat a man, indeed, a middle-aged man.

The man held a glass of red wine in his hand, shook it, and then brought it to his mouth and took a sip gently, then closed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying the taste of red wine.

"Ryan, haven't you succeeded?" said the man, placing his glass on a small table beside him, opened his eyes, and looked at a young man behind him. And this man is none other than Linsell's brother, Ryan Howard.

"You know, the time given to you by His Royal Highness the Pope is almost up, and if you can't complete the task by the time, then none of us will have a hard time. ”

"Hebrew, are you threatening me?" Ryan's handsome face looked a little cold in the light of the flames. After finding a place to sit down, he said. "Don't forget, we are in the same position, what right do you have to threaten me?"

"No, no, no. Hebrew shook his head and said. "Dear Ryan, I'm just explaining your situation and mine. ”

"You must know that the Pope's plan this time is to open up the territory for our gods and accomplish what was not done back then, and your Howard family is a great help to complete the plan. ”

"Fake. Ryan scolded angrily and shouted. For the past two years, I have provided 2 billion euros a year to the church to support the development of the plan, but until now, I don't even know the details of this bullshit plan. Now he came to me out of the blue, telling me to go back to England to fight for the inheritance of the Howards. Inherit a fart. ”

"Do you know that William's old man is cured, and now he is like a normal person, you know? Ryan shouted hysterically.

"I know. Hebrew stood up, poured Ryan a glass of wine, and said. "We have heard about Qin Shaojie for a long time, and William Howard's illness must have been cured by him. This person is our goal, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Also, do you think the two billion euros you give to the church a year are a lot?" Hebrew continued, "no, not at all. ”

"Where do you get your money from? Most of it comes from oil and munitions. Lane, do you think you would be able to get involved in these two businesses without the patronage of the Pope, in the name of your Howards?"

Without waiting for Ryan to speak, he heard Hebrew speak again. "You can't, you don't have that ability, so you rely on the help of the church to get where you are now, in other words, the money you give to the church is just a return. It's not that you're contributing to the church. ”

Also, you are not a clergyman, so you have no right to know God's plan. ”

Listening to the Hebrew words, Ryan was a little discouraged. Leaned back on the sofa tiredly, took a sip of red wine, and then said. "What the hell are you going to do with me?"

"Get the inheritance of the Howard family as soon as possible, and cooperate with us to carry out the whole plan. Heber said.

"How can it be that easy?" Ryan said. "That young man named Qin Shaojie, that is, my sister's man, is very unusual, and the people around him are not ordinary people, and my two best bodyguards have already folded in their hands. What do you want me to do? Do you want to take him down by terrorist attacks?"

"Nope. Hebrew shook his head and said. "You just need to get the inheritance as soon as possible, as for the young man named Qin Shaojie, if nothing else, he is about to leave the UK now, and he will be handed over to us to deal with. This man has a great enmity with the church. ”

"Okay, I'll do my best. Ryan said, looking at Hebrew again, and asked. "Where's my stuff?"

"Hehe, I knew you were going to want it. Hebrew smiled, reached into his bosom, took out a small transparent bottle, and threw it to Ryan.

Ryan carefully opened the cap of the bottle, poured out a small purple pill from it, and stuffed it into his mouth without thinking.

"Ryan, this is your last chance. Heber said. "It's the Pope's reward for you, remember, you only have two months, and if you don't get the inheritance in two months, then you know the consequences. Hehe, you don't want to lose everything you have now, do you?"

"Is that a threat now?" Ryan asked in a deep voice.

"Well, this time it's a threat. Hebrew laughed. "However, His Royal Highness the Pope is the closest person to God, and God's threat is the best spur for you, so you have to keep trying. ”

"Hmph, thanks. Ryan snorted coldly, snapped, smashed the small bottle of the charge, and then turned around and slammed the door.