Female president's private killer

At the moment, in the conference room of the Golden Oak Hotel on the top floor of the building, Stillman is spreading his hands innocently and talking to dozens of sect leaders, elders and spokesmen of major forces: "we try our best to avoid this tragedy. We just got the news. A business group set out from China and the destination was Freeport. The ship was carrying expensive luxuries. Our goal. It's definitely not the old Mr. Smith and the little Mr. Smith of the phantom stream. If we really want to kill the phantom, I think... "

Stillman turned his head and looked at the old Smith and the little Smith, the phantom flow masters sitting aside, smiled: "I believe it. That passenger ship can't escape our killing. And old Mr. Smith and little Mr. Smith. It's impossible to sit here safely now. "

After exchanging a meaningful look with the nearby tyrant Cooper. Stillman said leisurely, "well, are you two Mr. Smith happy in China this time? Do you have any harvest to share with you?"

The meeting room was silent. The old and prudent still drooped their eyelids and said nothing, while the young exchanged or surprised or gloated eyes one after another.

Seeing Stillman turn the subject so lightly. Little Smith slapped angrily on the table. Suddenly stood up: "Stillman! The merchant regiment and the frigate are on the ground ship. There are shadow signs of phantom flow. You don't know? Today, why don't you give an account. I... "

"What do you want?" Stillman raised his eyelids with a smile. His eyes pierced little Smith like a knife.

Little Smith was young after all. He was about to give tit for tat in his anger, but he was held by old Smith.

"Sit down!" The old Smith with silver hair shouted at the little Smith. Turning to Stillman, he said, "since this matter has been spread out on the table today, I'm afraid captain Stillman has to give us an explanation."

Old Smith looked around. He calmly continued: "for so many years, Freeport. But there has never been a pirate attack on the genre. The current genre... Hey hey. Can we be bullied? "

Little smith sat down angrily.

He knew that under the current situation of phantom stream, it was impossible to retaliate against the demon eye Pirate Group alone. The phantom stream has declined. This time, being robbed was even more traumatic.

Looking at his father's gray hair, a feeling of regret pierced little Smith's heart like a knife.

If I hadn't desperately urged my father to set up a branch in China and led the elite of the family out, the loss would not be so serious this time.

Who knows a little nanchun... There are so many experts gathered. Just a few days after the establishment of the guild hall, several women kicked the field and couldn't open the door.

Those women are as beautiful as heaven, but they are more cruel than one!

But after playing, I told them that I came to practice

These women don't know where to learn their skills... They practice so hard!

What happened to the world?

Although the elders and disciples of the family are still safe, the family wealth accumulated over the years has been looted in this robbery.

Unable to find the core technique and suffered such great losses, the phantom flow has been distracted.

In the past, those rich and powerful disciples often came to visit their father, but now such a big thing has happened that they don't even have a phone.

Now this meeting is the last hope of the family.

Although the phantom stream has declined, it is still a big school after all.

My father is leading the topic to the road, hoping that all genres can share a common hatred. The devil's eye can attack the phantom now, and can attack other genres in the future!

Little Smith looked around. A heart slowly sank to the bottom of the valley.

A variety of strange performances are being performed in the conference room, which brings together the major schools and forces of Freeport.

Some people cough and spit, some close their eyes and refresh themselves, and some whisper but don't look here.

"You can only blame Smith for what you did." Tai Liu's master storehouse blew open the tea floating in the cup, took a sip, and said faintly: "such a thing can't happen to Tai Liu. If anyone dares to fight Tai Liu, I'll destroy his family."

Cooper's cruel and arrogant words did not attract the noise in his imagination.

The meeting room seemed quieter than before. The most serious reaction was that some sect leaders with drooping eyelids looked up at Cooper.

In the absence of the first ranked killer stream and the second ranked broken mountain stream, there is indeed no school that dares to compete with the current third ranked Thai stream, but its power has expanded rapidly.

"Speaking, I want to ask." Cooper touched his bald head, patted his head one after another, and said to old Smith, "it's said that your son's opening a meeting hall in the South Spring of China is in the limelight. In fact, I don't care if he humiliates your phantom stream. However, he even lost the face of all our fighting schools. I can't help asking... How the fuck did you teach your son? "

"What are you talking about?" Little smith rose up, his eyes red with anger.

"What did I say..." Cooper didn't look at little Smith and sneered, "it's none of your business. I want to talk here. Wait until you kill your family and become the patriarch! Now, get out! "

The meeting room was silent.

Several people sitting next to Cooper only looked coldly at the angry little Smith and the old Smith who clenched his teeth.

Stillman leisurely stirred the coffee in the jade porcelain cup with a silver spoon. The spoon collided with the cup wall and made a crisp sound.

"So..." old Smith also stood up and glared at Cooper: "this meeting, the genre Federation is not going to say a fair word for our phantom stream?"

"Are you old and confused?" A cruel looking young man beside Cooper smiled contemptuously and said, "this is about you and the devil's eye. What justice do you want us to preside over for you? They are pirates. Do you still want them to give you back what they robbed? What do people eat when they rob something and return it? "

"Losing is taking advantage." Cooper smiled and said, "it's good for people to live. Don't you have several martial arts schools with good positions in phantom stream? Anyway, you're down to this point now. I can't accept students when I open the door. Just transfer them to me. Look at you. I'll give you a good price. With a few ship maintenance and transformation workshops and other industries in your phantom stream's hands, it's roughly enough for you to survive. "

With that, Cooper turned around, looked at Stillman again, knocked on the table and said, "Captain Stillman, forget it this time, and don't do it again next time! You can't afford to provoke other genres here. In two days, take out some of the things you robbed and give them to everyone. We won't investigate anything this time! "

A blatant insult, a blatant sharing of stolen goods.

Cooper didn't even look at old Smith. There was silence in the conference room. Everyone looked indifferent. No one stood up and said a word for the phantom stream.

Teliu, how arrogant he is!

Little Smith clenched his fist so tightly that his nails almost sank into the meat.

He understood that after this meeting, the phantom stream would no longer exist.

"Do you want our fighting hall?"

The voice of old Smith came from little Smith's ear.

He looked around and found his father standing straight with his head held high: "we might as well have a bet! Demon level fighting challenge. Phantom flow vs. Thai flow. I bet on all the industries of phantom flow and lost. The whole phantom flow, including students and techniques, is incorporated into Thai flow! "

"Devil level fighting challenge!"

Everyone, including little Smith and Cooper, was stunned by old Smith's words.

It's not actually a fight, it's a duel! An endless duel!

"Father!" Young Smith, who always wanted to challenge Cooper, but kept trying to restrain himself, whispered, "you..."

"Dare you?" Old Smith ignored little Smith, his eyes fixed on Cooper's face. At this moment, the old man's hair and beard were all open, like an angry lion.

Cooper looked at old Smith coldly and did not dodge. A sneer came up at the corner of his mouth: "old fox, you're a good abacus. Knowing that when you walk out of this door, the phantom stream will become the laughing stock of everyone. It will no longer exist. You should continue to breathe in this way. Devil level challenge, I also want to press everything on teliu. With your current capital, you deserve it? "

"But..." Cooper took up the tea cup, shook his head and blew two mouthfuls, sneering: "I promise you the challenge. The phantom stream should be uprooted so that I won't be upset."

The news spread like an influenza virus and soon reached the Humvee base.

"Phantom stream..." just woke up, Tiandao was still a little confused and looked blankly: "what is this? I know very well about obscenity. "

If he didn't know that this bastard had stayed up all night and finished the refitting of several armed merchant ships, Tang Xin would like to hit his head with his camera.

"A few years ago at the first military academy in Beijing, we seemed to compete with them..." Hua Ziming turned to see Tang Xin: "was the guy you interviewed later phantom stream?"

"Yes!" Tang Xin turned off the camera and didn't bother to take photos of Duan Tiandao's sleepy eyes. He scratched his face with his hand. He nodded to Carl and said, "it's Xiao Smith. His kung fu is good. After the last game, I still want to see him."

"Oh..." Duan Tiandao looked suddenly enlightened and confused: "what does this have to do with us?"

"It doesn't matter!" Barbarosa, who had just entered the office, said loudly.

Duan Tiandao was startled and looked back at Barbarosa with an excited face: "you took the wrong medicine... Why are you so excited?"

"I'm not excited. It has a lot to do with us!" Baba said, "as soon as I heard Huck say this, I immediately got in touch with Klaus. Now, the whole Freeport has turned upside down. This is a major event that has never happened in the free port in so many years! "

"How big is it?" Wang Daliang, who was sitting on Duan Tiandao's desk and looking through the ship drawings, raised his head and said in confusion: "isn't it a folk fighting school that was robbed? How big is this?"

"If you understand the status of these fighting schools in Freeport, you can know how much influence this matter has!" Barbarosa walked back and forth in the office with his hair and beard all open: "no one has ever dared to attack a traditional fighting genre. This time, the devil's eye dared to do it openly, and teliu dared to control the genre Federation to suppress the phantom stream of the victims. This is enough to show that the situation in the free port is beginning to go wrong."

"What's going on?" Looking at Barbarosa's solemnity, Duan Tiandao finally regained his consciousness: "to be specific, what is that teliu?"

"Say so! All along, fighting schools have enjoyed a supreme position in the free world. " Barbarosa sat down on the sofa: "people in the free world can't stand any traditional education. As soon as we were born, we lived in this world of the jungle. Criminals and fugitives from all countries poured into this safe haven. Every day, either you beat others or others beat you. To get basic living space, in addition to joining a certain power group, the most important thing is to become a member of the fighting school! "

"This is a world where force is supreme!" Barbarosa spread his hand: "there is no basic skill of fighting. It's hard to walk here. We were taught to fight from birth. "

Everyone nodded. This is expected. If you eat with your fist, your fist will be hard.

"It is conceivable that in a free world where military weapons are strictly controlled and cannot have a large number of military equipment, the status of fighting schools is so lofty." Barbarosa folded his hands and held them tightly: "the skills accumulated by these fighting schools for thousands of years are the most precious wealth of the free world. We depend on it not only in our lives, but also in the exchanges between the free world and other countries. It is the only output of the free world to the whole human society! "