No. 1689

The scorpion drove the off-road vehicle into a yard not far from the sea of ​​flowers, and then stopped the car.

On the other side.

There was a row of mercenaries standing.

These mercenaries all had tattoos on their faces, holding guns in their hands, and their expressions were a little fierce.

This was probably the characteristic of this place. The long-term sunshine made their skin very dark, and they also looked a little desperate.

Only the person standing in the middle was a little different.

That was Fan Jia.

But today, she did not show her face. Instead, she wore a cloak and stood there, making it difficult to see her appearance.

The other person was wearing a suit, and looked nearly fifty years old. He was leaning on a cane in his hand, looking up at this side, as if he was waiting for Qin Mo and the others.

When the prince saw that person, for some reason, his hands tightened subconsciously.

The magician and the others were the same.

Only Qin Mo had a very light gaze. He did not focus on that person, but instead glanced over and paused for a moment on a man in a white coat.

"This is our king." The scorpion introduced: "King, this is Mr. Rong."

The man with the cane stretched out his hand: "Hello."

Qin Mo curled his lips, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were very deep: "I have heard of your name for a long time."

"Come, please." The man stretched out his hand and led Qin Mo into the house.

Almost at the moment of entering the house, Qin Mo smelled the smell inside, all of which were the fragrance of poppy flowers.

"Sir, you really know how to enjoy it." Qin Mo said when he sat down.

The man laughed: "Mr. Rong knows what's good. I am used to lighting this incense, and I sleep well at night." As he said that, the man took out a cigar and handed it to Qin Mo: "Want one?"

When the other party said this.

The prince subconsciously wanted to shake his hand. After all, everyone knew that in such a place, cigarettes and other things could not be accepted at all, because no one knew what ingredients were in them.

But he didn't wait for any reaction.

Qin Mo had already smoked a cigar, and then threw one to him, saying only two words: "Test it."

The prince didn't have time to make any expression while he took the cigarette.

The man's eyes narrowed: "Mr. Rong, what do you mean by this?"

"Although I do business in this area, I never touch this stuff." Qin Mo crossed his legs, with a strong aura: "Sir, what do you mean by giving me this thing? Doubt my identity? Then can I also doubt your identity? Are you really the King of Cards?"

The man paused, as if he didn't expect him to be so direct.

And this man doesn't look like a soldier at all, let alone being sent by any department, but he has a strong smell of the underworld.

What should he say next?

The man had no idea, and his eyes drifted in one direction.

At this time, even the prince saw that there seemed to be something wrong with this "King of Cards".

Why is he always looking at a family doctor?

As soon as the prince asked this question, a voice came to his ears: "Mr. Rong has good eyesight."

The family doctor came out, wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked very gentle, and even had an indescribable elegance.

He looked at the people in front of him and smiled. The arc made people feel at ease and dangerous. ...

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