Facing Henkel's teasing, Anger not only did not feel embarrassed, but laughed loudly, "It is because you secretly shot me from behind. I remember you deeply now. Since then, I decided that I must face you every moment and must not let you appear behind me. Henkel, are you still carrying that pair of alchemy revolvers?"

"It's been 100 years, and you're still holding grudges." The old man smiled kindly, "In the past, your spirit was not that powerful, and it could only delay time by 4 seconds at most. Now you should be able to exceed ten seconds. Even bullets can't match your speed. What else can you be scary?" Henkel came to Angers and stared at Angers with his head raised.

"Hey, you guy is becoming more and more like a fox. You are 'Henkow', and your 'Holy Prison' is too annoying, and you can't hide it no matter how hard you do it."

"It's already past the era of shooting with a gun, and the role of the word spirit has been infinitely weakened in the face of high technology. Let's get to know each other with everyone." Henkel brought Angers into the door.

Anger looked at Henkel's back. The old man wearing round-framed glasses and a cowhide hat on his head was staggering. He looked really old. He was like a retired Texas police officer with a worn badge on his hat.

The people at the scene expressed a warm welcome to Angers' arrival, and the applause was thunderous. Yuan Chin and Zero also followed Anger's pace. In this kind of venue, all the big guys, you have to pay attention to your words and deeds, because you don't know when you got into trouble.

As soon as Yuan Zhinu walked into the crowd, a handsome young man came up to serve Yuan Zhinu with a glass of red wine. The man reached out to Yuan Zhinu and said, "Hello, the VIP of Kassel Academy, I wonder what you call me?"

Yuan Chinniao stared at the man and looked carefully. She had an oblong face, thick ink eyebrows, and black pupils. Her nose was slightly collapsed than that of Europeans and Americans. She was a typical Asian face.

She was wearing a black suit meticulously. She bowed slightly when she greeted her, and Yuan Chiu's eyebrows were slightly twisted.

"Japanese?"

"Yes, my name is Jiro Suzuki, and I am from the Japanese branch." The young man smiled.

But he didn't understand why a terrifying light flashed in the other party's eyes. The look of his eyes was filled with the hostility of a ferocious beast, as if he was about to cut him into pieces.

"Your Mightiness..."

"You said you are from the Japanese branch, and I happened to know some people there. It was the parents who asked you to come?" The murderous intent in Genko's eyes passed away, and replaced by the faint smile before. Seeing this, Jiro Suzuki immediately nodded and said with a smile, "The parents have received the invitation, but he is in business and cannot come, so I came."

"Official affairs are in your business...what position do you hold at home?" Yuan Chin's eyebrows slightly down.

"I am a secretary, responsible for managing the funds within the family. Sometimes I work as a part-time accountant to save some money for the family and pay less taxes." Jiro Suzuki nodded.

Genko pursed her lips, and the smile on Suzuki Jiro's face gradually became reluctant. The young man in front of him asked everywhere, as if he was checking the household registration. He regretted coming to interrupt.

"Did you come alone this time? None of the eight masters of the Eighth Family of the Snake Qi Family came?"

"Are you here." Jiro Suzuki stretched out a finger.

"Who?"

Yuan Zhinu held her breath, her nervous look on her face could not be tense. Ling looked slightly and her delicate eyebrows slowly turned off.

The noisy atmosphere on the scene was annoying. The light music that was in my ears turned into disturbing strings, the noisy voices and laughter, the sound of wine glasses colliding, and the noise of high heels stepping on the floor tiles.

Yuan Zhinu looked at the people around her side. There were hypocritical smiles on their faces. They were called brothers with kindness on the surface. A waiter was passing by with fruit pans on the side and accidentally rubbed one of them. The other person was behind his back.

Fraud, concealment, hypocrisy...

These laughters flowed into the ears of the young girl, as if they turned into miscellaneous sounds like crying, complaining, and admiration. The good and evil of human nature can be seen so thoroughly at this moment.

Yuan Zhinu didn't know why he was in this state, but this feeling made him a little dizzy. The curtain next to the glass was spinning, and the red wine in the wine glass was thrown on the ground. He seemed to be unable to exert energy, and he was very depressed and unable to breathe.

Zero grabbed Genko's hand and pinched it hard. The pain instantly dissipated the dizziness. He looked at Jiro Suzuki in front of him again. Jiro Suzuki was waiting for his waist, and his flattering smile made him feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, Zhisheng, long time no see, long time no see!"

Angers suddenly exploded in the crowd, and the decibels of the sound wave seemed to be amplified by the microphone, like a warning ringtone, rippling in the heart of the young girl.

Yuan Child girl had goose bumps in her hair creepy, and the wine glass on her hand fell without warning, smashing it on the ground, and spreading her pants. At this moment, his face became pale, his pupils trembled, and his face and lips slowly faded.

He knew what that name meant to him.

"I'll lose my companion."

Yuan Chinen turned around and scrambled into the crowd quickly and walked towards the toilet beside him.

Zero watched Yuan Child disappear into the side door of the hall, tilted his head slightly, and a hint of worry appeared on his cold cheeks.

On the other side, Anger patted a young man on the shoulder affectionately, grabbed his hand tightly, and spoke loudly. The flying expression on his face seemed to be an old friend who had not seen him for decades, his eyes were filled with excitement.

The young man is handsome and has a little feminine spirit. His white skin has a marble-like texture. His eyebrows are straight, and his white shirt and tie are also exquisite. He gives people the feeling that he is a young teacher from a certain college.

Yes, he is the person Yuan Zhinu has always wanted to meet and save.

His brother.

"Principal, you haven't seen each other for a few years, and you are still so energetic."

Yuan Zhisheng wanted to pull his hand back, but Anger was his elder and his teacher. He couldn't do it too hard, but it wasn't that what Anger kept holding on to him when shaking hands.

"Hahaha, I still remember your performance in Cassel's advanced training class in 2003. It was really the strongest elite sent by the Japanese branch!" Anger's eyes were filled with enthusiasm.

"I dare not, Zhisheng learned a lot from the principal. The principal's attitude towards life is worth pursuing Zhisheng's lifelong pursuit. You are the greatest educator I have ever met." Yuan Zhisheng's smile gradually changed.

Angers didn't let go.

"By the way, I didn't expect that someone from your Japanese branch would come this time, it was a surprise."

"The destruction of the Dragon King of Kassel Academy is the greatest achievement since the founding of the Secret Party. It is really unreasonable because of the trivial matters of the Executive Bureau. " Yuan Zhisheng shrank his hand.

Anger slowly let go of his clenched hands while talking and laughing. Yuan Zhisheng pulled back his hand and wiped his pants slightly without any trace.

He was a careful person. Angers actually sweated when he shook hands with him. He could not imagine what this fearless old man was worried about. Is there anything worth noting on the scene?

Yuan Zhisheng avoided Anger's gaze and swept around, as if he had seen nothing special except those who were watching the fun.

"How are you doing well recently? If it's convenient, go back and say hello to me." Anger put his hands on Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder and patted him hard. Yuan Zhisheng nodded, "My father is in good health recently, and he is working hard for many things."

"You, I know, you are just a heartless brat. You like freedom and don't like being entangled by troubles. When I was in school, I could tell that I always like to run into the mountains alone. You said you were practicing kendo, but I don't believe it." Anger grinned.

Yuan Zhisheng's expression changed slightly. Angers said it was right. He did often run into the mountains and forests when Cassel was in school, but he didn't practice swordsmanship.

There is a spring on the top of the mountain at Kassel College, which is surging in spring and autumn. Yuan Zhisheng would go there every time and then stare blankly.

Because he lived in the countryside of the forest when he was a child, he sat there, putting his feet into the cold spring water and sitting on the stone, as if he could escape from this world, looking at the forest dyed by autumn at the foot of the mountain, Chicago City in the distance, with only the singing of insects and birds beside his ears, everything was quiet.

It’s not that Yuan Zhisheng wanted to see through the world like the old monk in Japanese temples, but because he was moving forward a little faster, he could not adapt, because he went further and further, he found that he was becoming less and less aware of himself.

If possible, he would rather put down all the burden. The director of the Executive Director of the Japanese branch was a small official to him, and the position of the head of the Yuan family could not retain him.

He wanted to go to a place where no one knew him, such as in Europe, to sell sunscreen on the beach in France, staring at the seagulls on the beach, and those graceful girls in swimsuits and sun-dried wheat-colored faces their skin. No one would recognize him, and no ghost would appear.

To be honest, he hates ghosts and kills ghosts.

Anyway, he hates everything about ghosts.

The ghost appeared and he wanted to kill him, but every time he finished dealing with the matter, he would wipe the blood stains on the knife, light a cigarette, and stare blankly for a long time.

He never cares about mercy in his work, because justice cannot tolerate the existence of sand, just as the law does not have affection.
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