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Mengda just nodded and walked forward. Soon, the space in front of him was open and there were more forks. The decoration was luxurious and had a strong modern visual impact.

Munda quickened his pace, went straight to one of the larger offices and pushed the door in.

There were several men and women sitting in the office. Seeing them with different looks, some nodded in good faith and others showed disdain. Monta didn't see them. She went to a chair and sat down. Meilin stood behind them.

"Oh, dear Merlin, you're not breathing well. Why? It's hurt. "

A pretty enchanting looking woman glanced at Meilin, slightly picking her eyebrows and said with a smile.

Her name is grace, and Merlin has always been wrong, the two met a little sarcastic.

"Well, without your concern, I said that the last time you helped the leader of the party to track down the whereabouts of the shroud, all the people you sent were destroyed!" Meilin immediately sneered at the speech.

"You..." Grace's pretty face changed, her face suddenly turned cold.

Unexpectedly, in the face of the confrontation between the two, the other people are indifferent, no one to stop, funny who dares to offend women.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and an old man in a black coat came walking with a pipe in his mouth. Although his turbid eyes were just sweeping the whole room, he immediately made several people sit in a tight seat, dare not speak more, and lowered their heads one by one.

The blood clan strength is respected, whose strength is strong, who is the boss, no one is unconvinced.

It was Brooke, the blood prince of France. Behind him, a servant bowed his head and followed respectfully.

Brooke takes a look at Munda intentionally or unintentionally, turns around and sits in the master's seat. He turns his eyes on the people and taps his fingers on the table without saying anything.

The sound of tapping on the table seems to ring out in the hearts of people, which is frightening.

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A moment later, Brooke put down his pipe and said faintly, "this time we are summoned to kill an oriental under the order of the chief executive. This is his picture. Let's have a look at it."

As soon as Brooke's voice dropped, buton, the servant Butler behind him, took out some photos from his sleeve and handed them to the people sitting there.

"Your Highness, you are just an oriental. Do you need to be so inspiring?"

A burly man looked at the photo, disdained to hand it to the back of a person, with a puzzled face.

In his opinion, such a person can be dismissed by sending someone casually. It's a bit overqualified to let them all come.

Why?

When Monta received the photo, her eyes suddenly widened and her face was shocked. She couldn't help looking at Meilin.

The person in this photo is Ning Tao, who unconsciously makes him feel shocked.

"Why, Monsieur Munda knows this man?" The burly man frowned and said.

"Ah..." Monta's face was immediately ugly. After a long time, she vomited a sentence: "I've seen one side."

"Cluck, it seems that Monsieur Munda is going to make a contribution this time!" Grace giggled and said, but it was harsh to hear.

Unexpectedly, Meilin didn't fight back this time. Instead, she looked at the photo in Monta's hand and pulled her heart.

Brooke didn't seem to hear the conversation. He leaned back on the back seat and puffed his cigarette. He didn't speak until the picture was taken.

"This man is bad for us, and he killed more than 20 of my blood clan last time. The chief was so angry that he sent his Highness the Duke of Sophia to come here. You must help each other well!" Brooke tapped on the remnants of his pipe and said again.

"What, the noble Miss Sophia is coming too!"

When they heard this, grace lost her voice.

"Well, don't underestimate the opponent this time. We should learn from the past and not be careless."

Brooke sighed, then looked at Munda and frowned.

"My dear Munda, what's the matter with you? I can't feel the existence of some people below you."

"Your Highness I... "

On formal occasions, even if it's a grandson, there are hierarchy in terms of address, but the fact makes it hard for him to speak up and look embarrassed.

"Sir Merlin, I wonder if you could explain to me for your master."

Brooke did not force, but turned to look at Merlin, although soft words, but with an unquestionable.

On this side, Ning Tao has already arrived near the factory. He has already sent the taxi away. He looks around and dials a number to be on the safe side.

After that, he strode toward the factory. This time, instead of jumping off the wall, he was aboveboard.

This time, he just let people know that it was him who did it. It was revenge.

When he comes to the door, Ning Tao is stopped by the old man.Ning Tao just swept an eye, coldly way: "get out of the way!"

"Sir, who are you? This is a private place. If you break in again, I'll call the police." The old man has a stiff neck.

Ning Tao didn't talk nonsense. He suddenly raised his hand and pounded at the old man's chest.

The old man was not young, but he had a good skill. What's more, when he was able to see the gate here, his reaction speed was also first-class. When he lifted one arm, he blocked his chest.

With a punch on his arm, the old man stepped back three or four steps and blushed. After standing firm, he was not afraid, but swearing. He took a pistol out of his backhand and was about to aim at Ning Tao.

But although the old man's skill is quite good, if he is much worse than Ning Tao, the latter comes to the old man's side and kicks him on the other person's arm with the tips of his feet. The old man can't hold the gun steadily and is kicked off.

Ning Tao didn't take charge of the fight. He grabbed each other's shoulder with both hands, and suddenly pulled it. Lifting his knee was hard. The old man suddenly screamed, but only later, the other party's voice stopped suddenly.

The former holds each other's neck with one hand, fingers slightly move, and each other's fragile bones are broken.

He threw away the old man. Ning Tao threw away the cloth on the long knife, revealing the cold and shining blade. He got up and picked up the old man's gun and strode toward the factory.

After killing the old man, Ning Tao doesn't feel guilty. A doorman still has this guy in his hand. Even if he's not a blood clan, he's not a good man. He doesn't feel guilty at all.

As for taking a long knife, Ning Tao is also very helpless. His pistol bullets have been finished long ago. This is not China. He has no place for bullets.

Then again, if there was such a thing, Merlin might not be able to escape.

No matter how good your skills are, even if you are a blood clan, you should lie down.