South Yunnan, Grira City, the tallest building, the star of Southeast Asia.

In a small conference room on the 39th floor, a man sat in the main seat, with a standard western hole, a high nose bridge, blonde hair, handsome face, and a pair of silver eyes.

I have to admit that this man has a strong attraction. Standing on the street, just with his silver eyes, it is estimated that a large number of young girls can scream.

Berick, the Son of one of the three great masters under the Lord. Among the forces of the Lord, a very small number of people knew that his real name was Berick. Most people did not know his real name, but only knew that his real name was the Son.

The three great masters under the Lord are the Holy Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Father ranks first, in America, the Holy Son ranks second, in Southeast Asia and Oceania, and the Holy Spirit ranks third, in Africa. The Jehovah himself is in Europe, and Europe is also the headquarters of the Jehovah's power.

When Duke Zizhu was not dead, the big fat piece of China was personally controlled by Lord Zizhu's younger brother Duke Zizhu. However, he did not expect that Zizhu died suddenly and did not even know who was killed. Therefore, Lord personally sent a holy son who was in Southeast Asia and Oceania to come to China to find out the cause of Zizhu's death.

There were six men and one woman in the small conference room. The Saint Berick looked at the six people, his eyes scanned the only beautiful foreign woman for a while, knocked on the table, and said coldly: "According to the news of Delis' investigation, you must have known who is the murderer who killed Duke Zizhu."

As he said that, the Son Bellick winked at the only woman, Delis quickly took out a stack of documents, and except the Son Bellick, he put a copy in front of everyone.

"This is the information about killing the murderer of Duke Zizhu." Berick narrowed his eyes and said, "I believe everyone knows the skills of Duke Zizhu. If the Dragon Lord Ye Xiao of the Dragon Gate is not strong, how could Duke Zizhu die at his hands?"

Berwick said coldly: "I have informed His Majesty of this matter, and he asked me to convey his meaning to you."

Everyone was holding a copy of the information about the Dragon Gate Dragon Lord Ye Xiao. From the birth of Ye Xiao to the present, there was a large part of it blank, that was the time when Ye Xiao was trained in the new generation.

Three and a half years.

Even with Yawei's power, it was impossible to find out the situation of Ye Xiao in three and a half years after graduating from high school. At that time, Ye Xiao was like evaporating from the world.

"Son of Holy Son, what does Your Majesty mean?" said a Chinese man in white. Chen Ping in white, and before the Holy Son of Holy Son Berick arrived in China, he was the Yawei power he controlled.

"Your Majesty means." The Holy Son Bellick sneered and waved his hand: "It's very simple, avenge the Duke of Zizhu."

"Today we are gathered, the first is to let everyone know who our enemy is. The second is to let everyone think about how to take revenge."

"Son of Holy Son, you have such a strong kung fu, so you can't be able to deal with Ye Xiao." A red-haired Western man said: "With the Holy Son hosting, I believe we will avenge Duke Zizhu soon."

"Hahahaha..." Saint Berwick laughed.

He likes others to flatter him very much. Even though he knows that others are deliberately trying to please him, he is still happy to listen.

"Son of Holy Son, have you thought about how to deal with Ye Xiao?" Chen Ping in white smiled slightly, looked at the calm expression of the Holy Son, and said neither humble nor arrogantly.

"Chen Ping, don't you have an allusion in China in Han Dynasty? Is it called Hongmen Banquet?" The Holy Son sneered: "I remember what Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, made to Liu Bang, the Emperor Gaozu of Han? Unfortunately, Xiang Yu was soft-hearted and eventually ended up committing suicide. However, my Holy Son had no friendship with Ye Xiao first, and his second heart was not soft-hearted, and Ye Xiao would definitely die."

"Chen Ping, you have the right decision on this matter. Give Ye Xiao an invitation and we will treat him well."

"Son of the Holy Son, what if Ye Xiao doesn't attend the banquet?" Delis said in confusion.

"No, he will go to the feast." The Holy Son narrowed his eyes and said, "I have been studying him lately, and I know his character."

"I'll make arrangements as soon as possible." Chen Ping nodded and agreed.

A meeting of Yawei forces ended, I don’t know when, maybe in a shorter time

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Pervert tribe.

Everyone gathered together. When they saw the video in Room 201, Qinghou nodded thoughtfully. Several of them had been specially trained in the new generation, and their eyesight was naturally extraordinary. When they saw the video of the handsome man, they confirmed that this handsome man was the quiet kidnapper. Moreover, this handsome man was also listening to the situation in Room 202 against the wall in Room 201.

"It's him." Ye Xiao stood up, clenched his fists tightly, and said to Qinghou General: "Uncle Qing, can you use the new generation of database to help me find someone."

"No need to check, I know this person." Qinghou Jiang sneered: "This person is the same age as us. He had fought with us several times more than 20 years ago, but he escaped by chance. He disappeared seventeen years ago. Unexpectedly, he appeared again now."

Seeing everyone's eyes falling on him, Qinghou explained the identity of this person in detail: "We don't know the real name of this person, but the accent is from Fujian. However, this person's identity twenty years ago was not simple."

"Why isn't it simple?" The fat man curled his lips and said, "Isn't it just a person? Can you still eat people?"

Uncle Qing glared at the fat man who interrupted, and continued to explain: "Twenty years ago, his identity was the number one killer in China and the second in the world. He has been hiding for seventeen years. This time he has been out of the world again. If the real seller's bid is not high, I believe he will not be able to ask him."

After hearing Uncle Qing's words, everyone was amazed. The fat man widened his eyes: "But Uncle Qing, I can't figure it out. Look, you are old, Uncle Liu is old, Uncle Liang is old, but why is he younger than me? He is so handsome." The fat man hates three men the most, men who are richer than him, men who are handsomer than him, men who are handsomer than him, men who are richer than him.

"It's incredible that you can still maintain this appearance in your forties." Qianyu also sighed.

"Do you know what his name is on the Tao?" said the Qinghou General: "Lanling King."

"Lanling King, I'm really confident." Ma Shen said.

"Ye Xiao, don't worry." Qinghou General waved his hand and comforted Ye Xiao, "Although Lanling King is the number one killer in China and kills countless people, he has a characteristic. He is very trustworthy. He is a killer and should not hurt An Jing if he is a kidnapper."

"I believe that soon, someone will ask An family to negotiate terms. They will not be so stupid that they hurt An Jing before they have agreed with An family. If this is the case, it will be self-destruction." Qinghou General was born in a big family in Sijiu City. He learned the unspoken rules in Sijiu City since he was a child, and his analysis is naturally more thorough than others.

At this moment, Qinghou General received a call.

After seeing the caller ID, Qinghou will walk out and connect.

Five minutes later, the Qinghou General returned to the room with a serious expression. Everyone present was his own people. Qian Yu and Xiangyun were Ye Xiao’s women and Qian Nanchen’s daughter. So Qinghou General believed them and did not hide it. He signaled everyone to sit down. Qinghou General said solemnly: "Ye Xiao, the Yawei power will set you up a Hongmen banquet tomorrow."

"Yawei power? Hongmen Banquet?" Before Ye Xiao could speak, the fat man said impatiently: "Uncle Qing, what's the situation? Can the fight start? I've been idle every day and have already faded out of the birds."

"Qingyi? Do you still want to go to Africa?" Qinghou looked at the fat man with a stern expression.

The fat man became wilted in an instant.

Thinking of the glorious years in Africa, the fat man really wanted to cry, and he wanted to cry. He couldn't take a bath once a month, and didn't see a white or yellow woman every month. It's not that he was racist. People say that he shouldn't judge people by appearance, but how many people can really judge people by appearance in this world?

"The new person in charge of Yawei power, the Holy Son." Qinghou General looked solemn and frowned. He looked at Ye Xiao and said, "So, they already knew that Zizhu was killed by you."

“As far as I know, the relationship between the Lord and the Purple Bamboo has always been very good.

Therefore, the Lord has given orders to the Son and will take your life at all costs.

"Uncle Qing, who is the Holy Son?" the fat man said in confusion.

"The Son." Uncle Qing recalled: "The Son is one of the three great masters under the seat of the Lord."

Then, Uncle Qing carefully explained to the people the distribution of Jehovah's power and the situation of the masters around him.

"Uncle Qing, if Ye Xiao goes, there will definitely be no return." Ma Shen shook his head repeatedly and said, "But if they don't go, they have an excuse to prevent wind from outside and insult the dragon gate."

"Go, Ye Xiao is going, and we must be prepared." Uncle Qing's eyes flashed with a sharpness. He stood up, his straight body was like a javelin, and he said loudly: "In our territory in China, we will make them pay the price this time. Jehovah has lost a younger brother. I wonder what will happen if he loses the Holy Son again?"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Qing, what do you mean?" The fat man's expression was extremely excited, just like a prisoner who had been imprisoned in prison for more than ten years, and would be released from prison immediately.

"Call people and get rid of the Holy Son and a few minds in one fell swoop."

"Oh!" The fat man danced his chubby body and shouted: "A Son died, the Lord will surely die in a mad manner."

Uncle Qing made a brief deployment for a while, and then returned to the new generation headquarters with Ma Ling. The fat man continued to stay in the pervert tribe, and the two sisters, Elf and Qianyu, accompanied Ye Xiao back to the West Lake Community.

After returning to West Lake Community, Ye Xiao stayed in the quiet room for noon, and neither Xiangyun nor Qianyu bothered him.

Although he knew that peeking at the diary was not good, Ye Xiao’s longing for An Jing still made him unable to help but read An Jing’s diary.

"On April 5, I didn't expect that he would come to celebrate my birthday. I deliberately gave him the leftover cake. After he finished eating, I was very happy..."


Chapter completed!