"You look at what you said, we are all moderates, aren't we?" Angers spread his hands on the stage. "I don't carry any weapons on my body now. I believe you must be the ones who abide by the rules."

"Angers, do you still need to use weapons once you do it?" Henkel turned around and looked at Angers with a special emotion.

He actually didn't want to fight Angers, because even Henkel, who has the "Holy Punishment" Spirit, had a headache facing Angers' "Zero Time".

Fighting with Angers is like angering the secret party, but the temptation of the two keels is too great. Driven by huge interests, even brothers and brothers can be broken, let alone a pair of old enemies who have known each other for a long time.

The tense atmosphere made all the young people in the audience tense up. Genjiso stood beside Angers. He exchanged glances with Jiro Suzuki below. Jiro Suzuki understood and left the crowd secretly.

"Haha, Hangkow, Hangkow, are you really willing to be so crazy for a dragon bone? If you stop now, there is room for everything to be restored. I am a generous person and will not mind your offensive behavior."

Angers stood on the stage, and his muscles swelled slightly under the suit. Although the flat suit wiped out the old man's strong muscle curve, the momentum from the superior made many people in the audience feel the pressure.

"Angers, there is nothing to say between you and me now."

Han Gao's old eyes showed a crazy look. He knocked on the floor with his crutch. Many men in suits and sunglasses with knives appeared in the door of the auditorium behind him. They all had a flat buzz-haired tough hairstyle, looking like the tough male protagonist in Hollywood blockbusters, with some scars on their faces.

"Ha, I should have known that this is a Hongmen banquet." Anger frowned.

"Angers, there are not many choices in front of you. I will ask you the last time. If you can't give me the answer I want, you will definitely not easily walk out of this opera house today." Henkel threatened.

The mixed races were holding knives to approach the crowd, and some young people were letting aside. They knew that the target of the attack was not them, but many people were gloating and watching the fun. After all, once Henkel succeeded, they could benefit more or less.

"Henkel, you still don't understand me after so many years." Anger's frown relaxed.

He stood on the stage and closed his eyes, hummed a song in a daze, leaving a sentence that made people confused. Many people at the scene heard the tone of Anger, and the praise of "The Magic of Rhine Gold" in Wagner's "The Ring of Nibelungen".

The dwarf Alberic exclaimed at the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine, but the three goddesses of fate ruthlessly mocked his ugliness and extravagant hopes, so he angrily stole the gold, forged a ring representing power, and was destined to lose happiness.

"You are like that greedy Alberish, I will not hand over the keel to anyone."

The magical and illusory voice sounded in everyone's ears like the whisper of fate. The auditorium was silent, only Angers' tunes were flowing silently.

The tune became a love, and Henkel commanded the scepter, and the leader of the mixed-race of North America sent his younger generation the best of his generation to execute a dictatorial trial on Angers on behalf of Henkel.

But in the next moment, an incredible scene suddenly appeared in the auditorium, and excellent young mixed races charged forward. They did not dare to neglect at all when facing the centenarians. They tried everything and recited their own words. However, when they recited the first tone, a silver wind blew.

The strong wind swept across the board with thunder. The suits of the mixed-race races instantly exploded into hundreds of rags. The clearly muscled bodies were exposed to the public's sight, and their bodies seemed to be lifted up by the strong wind and fell to the ground freely.

No one saw clearly what had just happened, but Anger on the stage suddenly disappeared, and the mixed races fell to the ground and wailed. They did not feel the pain at the moment they landed. But after they landed, they found that there were severe pains coming from their limbs, as if a knife was sandwiched in the wind that had just blown.

Anger held a fruit knife in his hand and flashed behind Henkel's back. He was still humming a tune, but the fruit knife had already pressed against Henkel's neck. Hangao raised his hands and raised a faint smile on his face, "Anger is indeed a treasure knife that is not old. Even a kitchen knife for cutting fruit can play the sharpness of an alchemy weapon."

"Henkel, you should not be reckless in doing things. Although you and I are old rivals, you should not lose your demeanor in front of outsiders. There are children and elderly people here. It is not good for you to do something with me. I have said that I am a generous person. I can pretend that everything you do has not happened." Anger smiled.

The knife approaching Hangkow's artery had already oozed blood. Henkow knew that Anger was an old lunatic, but he was also an old gentleman. He never followed the routine in his work. Maybe he would pick up the wine glass in the next second, and the light music would sound on the spot. Everyone sang and danced here. Maybe the next second, Henkow would be bleeding on the spot.

"Angers, I know you are a generous person, but you may not know that the crisis is hidden behind your forehead." A smile appeared on Henkel's calm face.

At this time, a silver revolver hit the back of Angers' head, and the sound of the striker was particularly crisp in this silent auditorium. It was a man wearing sunglasses, with a tall and big man, his strong body and luxurious Italian custom suit complement each other. The young man looked at the man at the same time.

No one noticed when he appeared behind Angers, as if he had come out of the darkness, the bright silver revolver was shining with a brand new oil.

"How could it be!"

Yuan Zhisheng on the stage didn't even notice that guy's arrival. Could it be that the space was misaligned and teleported this guy to Angers's back? This is unscientific!

"Um?"

Yuan Zhinu looked at the man in suit and suddenly understood Anger's arrangement, but his appearance was too abrupt.

When he entered the door, he was with Angers, but at a certain moment, this guy seemed to have evaporated from the world. I don’t know if everyone has their own worries and has not noticed such an optional existence at all.

Anger raised his snow-white eyebrows and slowly moved the fruit knife away from Henkel's neck, then raised his hands, and the three stood in a row.

The first two raised their hands, and behind them was a man holding the revolver. He had the appearance of a Germanic man, as if time had returned to the scene of the SS' execution of Jewish merchants during World War II.

"Angers, the so-called complete plan, you didn't notice the crisis behind it." Henkel turned slowly, his eyes touched Angers, and he smiled, and Angers laughed too.

"So what?" Anger said with a smile, and the calmness in the face of danger was fully reflected in him.

"Are you the principal or the leader of the secret party? I just hope I can get a share of the pie. As for the price... I think I do have a piece of information here that can be called top secret. It will definitely be exchanged for your keel. You won't lose money, believe me." Henkel showed a mysterious look.

"oh!?"

Angers didn't believe it. The situation was still under his control. However, as soon as Henkel said it, it seemed that even he was interested in what the top-secret information was.

"That's a piece of information about the Dragon King, I think...this is very sincere." Hengot grinned, his mouth approaching, his teeth that were about to fall out were twisted, Anger said with some disgust: "Stay away from me that your stinky mouth that has kissed countless bitches."

"Okay." Henkel took a step back.

Anger narrowed his eyes and tidied up his slightly messy cloak. The hard object behind him was still pressing against his head. Anger said: "If you have good chips, you should light them up early, maybe we have room for negotiation."

"Haha, I don't know who you, Angers, are you? If you were not in this situation, you would definitely think I was joking with you." Henkel supported his cane with both hands.

"If you really have any information, why don't you find a way to get the keel on your own?" Angers asked.

"Haha, my great principal, not everyone has the energy and courage of you to kill the dragon. I am old, and you have seen the people under me. You swept it to the ground like the wind blowing it, like fallen leaves. Do you think we can do it?" Han Gao waved his hand and sighed sadly: "I'm old, it's useless."

Anger thought about it and it seemed that this was indeed the truth. The forces that can kill dragons in this world can count in one palm. Although Henkel is old, if he devotes everything to kill dragons, there will inevitably be a chance of success. However, he has never been a generous person, and he will not take the risk of nothing to invest in risk industries.

He wanted to use Angers' means to achieve his goal so that he could obtain a keel, which was indeed a very smart and loss-free plan.

He is worthy of being an old fox, the older he gets, the more he becomes.

"I think we have to talk alone." Angers decided to give Henkel a chance.

"It's great, I knew we'll get together." Henkel clapped his hands, the revolver behind him disappeared, the hidden man withdrew from the auditorium, Angers moved his sour arms, "I was so unhappy when I was pressed by the gun just now. I couldn't move. You, Henkel, like to plot against me the most."

“Each one another.”

Just as the two were about to reach an agreement, the lights in the opera house suddenly went out, as if there was no sign of power outage.

In the darkness, hundreds of golden pupils shone with light, like ghost fires in the dark forest. From a distance, a golden pupil blinked, extremely cunning.

Someone pulled the curtain open and a fog of sunlight shone in.

"Did you smell anything?" Zero pulled La Yuan's hand, and her cold voice rang in the dark.

"The smell of gasoline also...the smell of death."
Chapter completed!