It is still this commercial street. When Tang En sighed about meeting an old friend in a foreign land, he sat by the window on the second floor of the restaurant more than ten feet away.

Becky sat with his back to the block, looking at the middle-aged guard sitting opposite him nervously. When the other party withdrew his gaze from the outside window, he immediately asked anxiously: "How is it, Uncle Luo, has he turned his head?"

Nodded, "It should be when the dramatist was called Tang. He turned around and looked. Well, it should be a subconscious action."

"Hu..." He let out a long sigh. When Becky heard this, he lay back on the back of the chair as if he had removed all his strength. He slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers left on the table were slightly buckled against the table, making a clatter.

He murmured to himself, "It's him...it's him..."

Seeing this, the middle-aged guard sitting opposite frowned slightly and looked puzzled. In fact, this is true. Although he was almost completely involved in the entire plan, it was just a passive act according to Becky's order. For example, spending a lot of money to invite two dramatists from the City Theater, and what they asked them to do was just a call "Tang" and cooperate with each other to perform a simple scene of an old friend reunion on the street. And now, let him sit here. Oh, and also have to look at a young couple with a casual, gentle aftertaste and watch their reactions to the play... What is going on?

The middle-aged guard was confused about what he was doing now. But he was quite familiar with his lady's current state and had seen it several times before. That was whenever his lady took the lead in dealing with it, the family successfully solved a major business problem. The lady who felt relieved would be in such a state in front of him...

Just as he was thinking, Becky suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "He left? Did he have any abnormal reactions at that time?"

The middle-aged guard subconsciously looked out the window after hearing this: "No, he just turned his head to look at it, and then walked into the crowd with the woman beside him. After about ten breaths, he disappeared from my sight." After pausing, he couldn't help asking, "Miss, why don't you check it yourself?"

"No, Uncle Luo." Becky simply shook his head, "Although I don't understand martial arts and fighting spirit, I have heard of a saying. When a master is maliciously peeped at, he will subconsciously react and track the source of his sight... right?"

"Uh... this statement is true. This is an instinctive reaction to danger. Some veteran warriors who have experienced many battles can do this. But..." The middle-aged guard looked up at the streets that were more than ten feet away, with a little speechless look, "At such a long distance, in such a complex environment, Miss..."

"I think I'm making a big deal? Haha." Bingy chuckled twice, and took a breath, shook his head nervously. "No, Uncle Luo, you don't understand him! You don't know how cunning he is, nor how terrifying he is... To deal with such a person, such a lonely wolf who is more cunning than a cunning fox, you must be careful, be careful, and be careful! You must invite the most professional person to the acting. Surveillance must also find irrelevant people... You must calculate everything to the extreme so that I can feel a little relieved."

Looking at the young lady in front of her, who was so excited that she was a little crazy and even more unfamiliar, the middle-aged guard was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Who is he? By the way, Tang...that wanted criminal?"

Becky was stunned: "Oh? Did Uncle Luo think of it? Haha, that's right, it's him."

"It's really him? If it were him..." Thinking of the other party's feat of being wanted by the Bran Empire and the Temple of Light, the middle-aged guard seemed to understand his lady's concerns and nodded, but this did not dispel his doubts, "Why should we provoke him? Miss, you... have a grudge against him?"

"Grievance..." Becky was in a daze, his expression was extremely complicated and angry in anger, and he lowered his eyes, "Sorry, Uncle Luo, I really can't say it. Please believe me and help me keep it a secret. This test can only be known by you and me, and my father... I can't say it either!"

The middle-aged guard was stunned when he heard this. Looking at Becky's extremely serious expression, he hesitated and nodded: "From the moment the family transferred me to the lady's side, I will only be loyal to the lady forever."

"I understand, thank you, Uncle Luo."

"Nothing, this is what I should do... Well, what should we do next?" the middle-aged guard suggested, "Or, let's disperse his identity, and I believe there are many people in the city who are willing to cause trouble for him now. Or, just pass this news to Bran King's Temple?"

"No. The chances of success in this way are too small, not the time." Becky clenched his fists, as if suppressing something, "We only have to use the phone once, and we must succeed. So before that, all we have to do is to have enough patience."

After thinking about it, he continued, "I will say goodbye to Annika later, tomorrow... no, tonight! We will set off to return to the family immediately, just as if nothing had happened here."

“Uh… OK.”

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It was about to set off here, but a group of people had already rushed back to their destination thousands of miles away. There was no way, the speed of the remote teleportation array was indeed not comparable to a four-legged horse or a two-wheeled carriage. As the capital of King Bran, it is naturally impossible for the remote teleportation array to exist...

A mess!

When Philip took the lead, wailing bloody man who could not even cry out with his back, rushed into the palace of Wangting, looking for senior brother Haita. The news about Wen Silin, a genius who had outstanding talent and had amazed the entire capital since he was a child, was beaten to pieces by blood after going out, and almost only had the incoming air and no outgoing air was spread widely in the upper circle of the imperial capital, causing a wave of uproar.

Wu Ding guessed that Winsling might have gone to find Tang En to be unlucky, but he didn't say it. So Haita is still kept in the dark by his junior brother, just thinking that the other party is still in the family to respect his parents and elders.

As a result, in the class where he educated Bran and the princess, Haita was suddenly broken into. Philip, who was covered in blood, was startled. The princess present was scared to death. Then he found that Philip was not injured. After calming down, he had no choice but to scold him. He was frightened by Philip's "blood corpse" on his back. After waiting for Philip's mouth, he learned that the blood corpse was his junior brother. Haita felt that the sudden amount of information was too large, and the blood vessels in his mind were about to explode...

While pulling the act of a bitter show and trying to escape after finishing his performance, Philip asked someone to invite the high priest, doctor, etc. stationed in the palace... Well, there was another mess!

Finally, after learning that Winslin suffered mostly trauma and was not in danger of life, but his mental state was a bit strange and incredible. The disciple of Jianshen finally gradually sorted out his thoughts, and immediately slipped Philip into a secret place and began to ask about the whole thing.

Philip cooperated, after all, strictly speaking, this matter has nothing to do with him. Winsling is the mastermind and he is also committing suicide. The accomplices are those who worshipped by the Wang Ting, the empty-level strong men, but they were instructed by Winsling. The second accomplice is Wu Ding. Knowing that the ending will probably be like this, he still lets his disciples go to this dynasty. It is really sinister to use his intentions.

As for Philip himself, of course, he tried hard to persuade Wenslin to give up but failed. Later, he tried his best to save Wenslin's charity from the demon Tangen... Oh, by the way, not only that. In the fierce battle, he seized a significant spoil from the demon, and needed to hand it over to Senior Brother Haita immediately, and then handed it over to his old man to decide...

In general, he did everything he should do. Now he has nothing to do, and he has other things to deal with. Can he let him go now?

Let’s not talk about how much Haita can believe this. At least he understands the key point of this matter, that is, Tang En!

With a long sigh, Haita lifted up Philip again without saying a word, soared into the sky and ran directly to Woodin Xiaoju outside the capital...
Chapter completed!