Too much unscrupulous to show your position is not suitable for Bovas, but invitations like this are not a problem.

It can not only tell others that there must be some connections and relationships between him and this club stadium, but it will not make people forcefully stuff some inappropriate things into it.

But he is the first ball hitter at the start. He doesn't have to play the entire game. He just needs to knock off the first metal ball with a gold-plated surface, which is to announce that the Summer Invitational is just the beginning, just like a referee holding a starting gun on the side of the track, the work is the same.

With the appearance of Bovas, and the clever hinting at the sovereignty of Benhain and the club stadium board, those who have been in trouble will cease to stop.

It is not worth it or cost-effective to start a full war with the New Party for a little benefit. On the contrary, these people are more likely to want to use this opportunity to get in touch with Bovosla.

Now everyone knows that Bovas is a "good gentleman". His attitude towards capital power is simply 180 degrees different from Magus. The times are always improving, and we cannot always use the past set to today. This shows Bovas' progress and advanced ideas.

After discussing important things, Benhain asked the manager to send someone to deliver the bag to his member storage, then found a beautiful female club coach and played a game on the best court.

It was not until after 11:00 noon that the manager refused to keep him many times, and Benhain left the club field with satisfaction. His morning work was completed, and the next afternoon work was the afternoon work.

He casually found a good-looking restaurant on the side of the road to solve the lunch problem. In the afternoon, he had a "friend" who needed his help.

A small factory that was not originally present but is now included in the imperial urban circle has been complained and reported due to pollution problems.

The Social Service Bureau asked them to stop work immediately and pay a fine, and then move the factory out of the urban circle of the imperial capital. The business owner of this factory hopes to make some adjustments and leave after completing the order in his hand, but the Social Service Bureau disagrees.

After many inquiries, the business owner of this small factory finally contacted Benhain. This was not about Bovas's work, but his own private work. Of course, the advantage was that it must be.

He also knows some people from the Social Service Bureau. He has worked together before, and it is not a big problem to slow down work shutdowns for a few days.

Just as he was eating lunch and looking at the newspaper this morning, he saw a man sitting directly opposite his table. He said without raising his head, "I'm sorry, someone is there."

But not only did the man not leave, he said, "I know."

This made Benhain put down the newspapers and forks in his hand. Restaurants like this do not provide table-sharing services, and Benhain does not have the habit of competing tables with others. Only the small roadside restaurants that receive working-class people do this.

He looked up and saw a young man with short hair and very energetic hair. After frowned slightly, Benhain had another smile on his face. He pulled off the napkin tucked in the collar and wiped his hands, took another one and stained his lips, and stood up.

"You use it slowly..." and was about to leave as he said.

It is precisely because he has been engaging in all levels of society all year round that he knows very well that the younger the young man, the greater the danger.

They do not have rich social experience, do not understand the law, and are prone to passionate and do terrible things without any consequences, so Benhain plans to leave.

That's the stupidest thing to hurt yourself for something worthless.

But when he wanted to leave, the young man might not be willing to let him leave. As he stepped out, he pressed his hand on his shoulder with great strength and pressed him back.

When he was about to turn back, the young man smiled and said, "If I were you, I would continue reading the newspaper."

This sentence shocked Benhain, and he already understood that these young people were here to make trouble for him.

He was not particularly panicked. This was the imperial capital. The most vicious gang member's method was to beat passers-by. They didn't even dare to take the knife with them at will. Moreover, this was still in the center of the city, and it was in public.

The restaurant manager seemed to have discovered some problems and walked over with a little confusion, "Sir, do you need help?" He saw Benhain being pushed back into a chair. As a high-end restaurant, protecting the safety of guests is a must for the restaurant.

Benhain shook his head, thanked the manager very gentlemanly for his concern, and told him not to.

He didn't want to anger this young man who didn't know why he wanted to find his own. Cooperation was the most correct choice at this time.

"If there is anything I can help, I'm happy to serve you or the one behind you." After the manager left, Benhain carefully tempted it.

He did not think that this young man who seemed to be in his twenties was the real master. Someone behind this young man must have instructed him to do this. And finding him was simply hoped to use his relationship network in the imperial capital to do something, which is very likely to be illegal, so he chose this method.

Because he often refuses by inviting him through a legitimate way, and at the same time he begins to think about whether he has rejected any requests during this period and whether he has offended anyone.

The young man did not answer his words, but sat on a chair and waited for a while, waiting for a seafood cheese noodles. The thick cheese covered it with a plate of seafood meat. The so-called staple noodles were almost seen.

Seeing the young man finishing his food voraciously, Benhain still couldn't figure out who he had offended.

The young man left two fifty-degun bills, enough to pay for their light meal, and then the three walked out of the restaurant and got into a somewhat old car.

Sitting in the car, Benhain couldn't help asking again, "Can you tell me what's the reason? At least let me know if I'm doing something wrong."

The young man lit a cigarette, pressed his arm against the rolling window, glanced at him, smiled and turned to look at the view outside the car.

I was silent all the way until the car drove into the warehouse area of ​​the station and stopped in a warehouse.

There were already several young people chatting in the warehouse. When they saw the car coming in, they immediately stopped chatting, and took a wooden box and placed it on the ground.

Benha, who got out of the car, looked at the box with some anxiety, and only heard the young man laughing in his ears, "I hope you can cooperate..."

The next second, two young men fixed his body, tied him up, blocked his mouth, and threw it into the box.

As he struggled, the last ray of light gradually disappeared and was shrouded in darkness, and he became increasingly frightened.

The desperate struggle and the sounds in his throat were a little troublesome, but a sentence outside the box calmed him down completely.

"Mr. Dulin wants to see you..."
Chapter completed!