Chapter 1 Second Hope for Summer (1)

The world's number one underworld organization, God, the first base of the helm Mueller I.

The woman's black waist-length hair was tied into a neat ponytail, black tight-fitting short sleeves that just reached her waist, and low-waisted black shorts that just covered her plump buttocks. There was a small section of white color between the two sections of black.

The slender waist and fair skin are all highlighted because of her bending over at the moment, with a soft white luster in the sun, which makes people have an urge to rush up and touch her.

The woman walked into the cabin and sat on the driver's seat. Her delicate face was slowly raised, and her beautiful face was exposed to the soft sunlight.Neatly trimmed black eyebrows, seductive fox eyes, deliberately elongated eyeliner, high nose bridge showing the deep outline of Westerners, exquisite and perfect nose wings, red lips, thin chin, the combination is very beautiful Exquisite face.

Her beauty, without makeup, is enough to captivate the city and the country.

The plain white slender raised her right and left hands slightly, and pulled down the goggles on her forehead, covering those fox eyes with a pleasant and intoxicating arc.At the same time, her right hand landed on the red "off" button accurately. Following her movement, the cabin door slowly closed. At the same time, the corners of the fox-like woman's mouth slightly lifted, showing a lively smile.

Breathtaking.

With eyes as clear as springs, he glanced at the screen in front of him flashing with three-color light, directly adjusted the gear, and flew towards the sky at the fastest speed.

The woman is called Second Panxia.

Second, it is not a surname, but it represents her status in the Mueller family, and she has been with her for 25 years.

Panxia, ​​her handwriting, although she has resisted it for 25 years, is still a lingering imprint in her life.

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"Brother, your move of 'advancing through retreat' is really dangerous."

A man in a white T-shirt, loose denim, and dyed red hair is lying on a luxurious sandalwood leather sofa, with one foot on the same color sandalwood coffee table, and one hand dragging a goblet, drinking wantonly from the The red wine shipped from Lafayette Winery.

His name is Fifth Jiqing, the son of the fifth woman of Mueller I.

"The Godfather always taught us that the only way to win is to take risks."

The one who spoke was a man wearing an ISAIA handmade suit with gold-rimmed eyes.His outline is deep and three-dimensional, and his body is full of the usual nobility of a superior person. The man is drinking the fine red wine in a goblet slowly, with a calculating smile on his lips.

First Xuanling, the eldest son of Mueller I.

"My mother often said that among the 23 children of the godfather, more or less carried the godfather's arrogance and calculation, but the first family inherited it all."

Fifth Jiqing's whole body was sunken in the leather sofa, half-closed his eyes while enjoying the mellow wine in his mouth, while talking as if nothing had happened.

"Everyone in God knows that the Fifth Clan is the godfather's favorite. The three brothers of the Fifth Clan are all outstanding, and they control God's three major mercenary groups. This kind of power is unmatched by any Clan."

The first Xuanling raised his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, using the most ordinary movements to cover up the flashing sharpness in his eyes.

God is his godfather, his titular father, who single-handedly established the world's number one underworld force.

That powerful man compares himself to the omnipotent God, who is enough to turn the whole world upside down with his hands, and the whole world will tremble when he frowns.

"The CK group collapsed overnight, all the twelve silver demons of heaven died, the five major gangs of the United Nations all contributed their treasures to the city, and there is no news of the twelve killers of China's heavenly demons... My dear elder brother, apart from teaching my father to order himself, the second Thi Panxia will always be God's unique myth."

That woman, that bastard with Asian blood, how strong is her ability?

"Of course the second clan's trip to Iran is what I mean, but do you think that any one person can act recklessly on our dear godfather's private warship?" The first Xuanling smiled and gently touched the goblet in his hand, The face is obviously unfathomable.

Fifth Jiqing frowned slightly, shocked by what he heard, "You mean..."

Is this... actually the godfather's will?
"In this world, there can only be one myth of God!"

The first Xuanling put down the goblet in his hand, put his right hand on the special Swiss watch that had been with him for five years on his left wrist, and let the faithful maid come forward to wipe away the vermilion drop left on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)

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