Mandela is a very influential figure in the local area, and even Moro cannot easily refuse his request.

After repeated measurements, he made a neutral choice, that is, to have Mandela, the place where the cocktail party was held, chose to be in his residence.

In this way, those guests who were rejected can also enter, and Moro does not need to leave his residence, ensuring his safety, and both aspects have been achieved.

"Master, I understand, now I will go over and say to Mr. Mandela."

"Okay, wait a moment. This Mandela is different from others. I'd better go there myself."

Moro finally got up and left his room, and so far there was no abnormality.

On the other hand, Moro arranged his own staff and guarded outside the airport. He had Xiao Yi's photos and information in his hands, so he carefully checked those who appeared from the airport.

If you find Xiao Yi's trace, report to him as soon as possible. Don't be careless. Xiao Yi's arrival in this city means that his troubles are coming.

The servant pushed open the door, Moro walked out and stepped down the stairs step by step. Mandela was waiting for his arrival in the living room downstairs.

Mandela is in his fifties and looks particularly delicate in a suit. He is bald and wears glasses, but he looks a bit like an engineer.

But Moro knew that this person had extraordinary methods. On the surface, he controlled a company and did legal business, but he had been secretly smuggling activities.

Some people from the mainland of the customs have already made some connections, so various luxury cars, luxury goods and even drugs are flowing in continuously.

Mandela relied on his smuggling business to become a rich man in Country D, with assets exceeding 100 billion yuan. He is a legendary figure, so Moro must show up.

"Mr. Mandela, I'm really embarrassed to ask you to wait for me here."

"Oh... I finally waited for you. Your servant said you were feeling unwell. I didn't see guests recently. I thought I had a trip today in vain."

Moro slowly walked down the stairs and came to the living room. Mandela could see that Moro stood here very well, without the discomfort he said.

In fact, Moro had nothing to do, but because of his fear, he had to close his door to thank the guests. If it weren't for Mandela's arrival, he wouldn't have appeared now.

"Maybe my servant made a mistake in conveying his meaning. I did not feel physically uncomfortable. I just wanted to be alone and calm down. Mandela, you sincerely invite me, so I can't come out to see you."

"So that's the case. I'm still worried about your body here, and I'm thinking about helping you contact a doctor to take a look."

"Don't worry about this, I'm in great health. My servant told me just now, Mandela, are you planning to hold a cocktail party?"

Mandela nodded, the meeting was decided, and an invitation had been sent to invite some celebrities from the society to attend.

As a big boss in the underground smuggling business, Mandela knows one thing well: to establish a good relationship with these people, there will be great benefits in the future.

"Yes... I want to hold it. As the boss of the mafia, I specially invited you to participate."

"Okay Mandela, I didn't attend this cocktail party because I didn't want to leave my residence, but your sincere invitation from Mandela forced me to change my decision."

"What made you decide not to leave the house? It feels like you are afraid of something."

Mandela guessed it at this moment, but Moro would not admit it. He took out a bottle of vintage white wine from the wine cabinet next to the living room.

The servant immediately brought two goblets. Moro opened the cork, poured some into them, held the wine glasses and dried them in one breath.

After a sip of wine, I felt my panic in my heart relieved a lot. Moro stood in front of Mandela and laughed at the moment.

"As the boss of the mafia, I don't have any reason for fear. I have said before that I just don't want to leave my residence."

Moro forced himself to calm down, so Mandela would not continue to talk too much here. Anyway, this is Moro's own private matter.

The reason why he came to invite Moro alone was because Moro was the boss of the mafia, and the two families had business dealings, and Moro was also considered a powerful character.

"So you are equal to rejecting my invitation, are you?"

"It's not like that. I plan to let you Mandela change the venue to my residence. Look at how spacious my residence is, I will definitely have a great time today."

Moro changed the place where the party was held and turned into his own private residence, so that he would not have to refuse Mandela's invitation.

Mandela thought about it and said that the invitation to the cocktail party would definitely make Moro appear, but Moro's vigilant look seemed impossible to let him leave his home.

"Well, since that's the case, I have to modify the place where the party will be held and borrow your residence to hold it, but you can't collect rent from me."

"Haha... this is definitely not true. Besides, you, Mandela, are not a person who is short of money."

Moro said with a laugh. After making up this matter, Moro needs to make arrangements for the rest.

His private residence is very spacious. Not to mention holding a cocktail party, no matter how big the banquet venue is, it is enough. He needs to arrange personnel to do a good job of precautions.

There are more than 200 people guarding here. At that time, Moro can mobilize another 200 people to come, and more than 400 people can guard the place as a iron-clad person. Even Xiao Yi would not choose such an occasion.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon in Country D, a jeep was shuttled through the city streets. The weather was just right. The two people sitting in the car were looking at the surrounding environment.

Xiao Yi wore a pair of sunglasses. As the central city of Country D, the prosperity here exceeds that of City H. While it is prosperous, it also maintains its original ancient atmosphere.

This is a tourist holy place and a place where the mafia forces are concentrated, especially the Moro, who is in this street, and Xiao Yi and the others are here to inquire about the news.

"Xiao Yi, I don't understand why you don't choose to fly in this city, but rather choose a flight close to the city?"

Thor sat in the passenger seat, holding a telescope in his hand, staring at the front and observing. No movement could escape his eyes.

"Thor, you should understand that Moro is very smart. He knows what he has done. I am very likely to settle the score with him!"
Chapter completed!