West, late at night.

On the wide road of the city, a black car rushed by quickly, raising waves of dust.

"Boss, you don't seem to like this Steven!"

Holden said, holding the steering wheel tightly and sitting in the driver's seat.

"Yes, this person is full of small abacus and cleverness. This kind of person makes people feel unreliable..."

Qin Muran sat behind the car and said calmly.

As Pluto in the Western Underworld, although he is young, he has already seen countless people and his face is born from his heart. Therefore, Qin Muran is not optimistic about Steven.

"Boss, you should not behave like a person. If he can become the honorary vice president of the Western Medical Federation, he should still have some tricks in his medical talent."

Holden said.

Qin Muran looked at the night view flashing outside the car window and nodded slightly.

In terms of medical skills alone, Qin Muran dared not speak nonsense. After all, he and Steven were only met and didn't know much.

"That's right. As long as he can really cure my sister's blood cancer, the Palace of Pluto will never treat him badly."

Qin Muran said.

"I understand, boss, Steven is a bit disappointed tonight. Don't take it to heart. I'll take you to a new place to do foot bath soaking feet, relax?"

Holden smiled.

Qin Muran frowned, raised the corner of his mouth, and outlined a smirk.

Foot bath?

Wow!

Sure enough, Holden is worthy of being his most trusted good brother, but he knows him.

“Regular?”

Qin Muran asked with a wicked smile.

Holden held the steering wheel tightly, looked up at Qin Muran, who was quite interested in the rearview mirror, and smiled slightly.

"Boss, what does it mean to be a regular foot bath?"

Holden smiled.

"Oh, you are so good at Tao'er. After so long, you guy is becoming more and more sensible."

Qin Muran joked.

As the words came to an end, a burst of happy laughter rang out in the car.

...

At this moment, outside the airport in Granseburg City, several cars had been waiting for a long time, and the Browns were sitting in the car.

"Creer, are you sure my father came back on this flight?"

Bronson asked.

"Don't worry, Master, I have confirmed with the master repeatedly that it is this flight and there are several distinguished guests."

Krell said.

"That young master has been waiting for half an hour, why haven't anyone come out yet..."

Bronson complained endlessly, his face full of impatientness.

After the words came, several people in formal attire walked out at the airport entrance. At the front, Bronck, the boss of the Brown family.

"Young Master, Master, he is back."

Krell said excitedly.

Bronson got out of the car immediately and, accompanied by several younger brothers, greeted him in person.

"Father, you are finally back. During your absence, something big happened to our Brown family..."

Bronson said in an exaggerated tone.

Bronck's face was solemn, with a tall and wide body. Under the Mediterranean head shape, there was a greasy fat pig face, which made people feel nauseous.

"Crell has told me that an oriental man named Qin Muran burned our underground arena and injured your second uncle Barry, right?"

Bronck said coldly.

"Yes, Barry is still lying in the ICU."

"Father, that Dongfang man named Qin is so arrogant. Our Brown family must not let him go."

Bronson said.

"Okay, I'll talk about these things later. I'll introduce you to the two distinguished guests behind me."

Bronck said.

Everyone looked at them, behind Bronck, two people stood, one old and one young, and two strange Eastern Hosts.

Bronson frowned, and a few disgust and displeasure appeared on his face.

Because of Qin Muran, Bronson felt a little unable to control his fists when he saw the Easterners.

“Fuck!”

"Father, why are there two Orientals? Who are they? You actually make friends with Orientals?"

Bronson said fiercely.

Bronck frowned, and a few traces of blood flashed through his eyes instantly, and a powerful aura of supernatural power was emitted all over his body.

As the number one master of the Brown family, his strength is far above Barth and Barry.

Bang!

With a slap, Bronson added a very conspicuous five-finger handprint on his cheek, and half of his face instantly became bloated.

"Father, why are you hitting me?"

Bronson covered his cheek and said with grievance.

"These two are distinguished guests of our Brown family. You dare to speak nonsense. If you dare to speak rudely again, I will slap you to death, so that you will not cause any damage to the entire Brown family..."

Bronck said coldly.

The corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, obviously, he seemed to be afraid of something.

Bronson wanted to speak but stopped, so he didn't dare to say anything more, but just looked at the two Orientals.

The old man in the oriental world was wearing an old-fashioned gray outfit, with a childish face and a crane hair, and was erected on his waist, but he was leaning on a snake-headed crutch in his hand, which was extremely evil.

But the boy had a mature face, a low figure, and an ugly appearance, as if he was a grandson.

"Mr. Brown, children are ignorant, just a few words of education. We elders will not take it to heart."

The old man from the east smiled.

Bronck nodded respectfully, with a few forced smiles on his face, and a few cold sweats on his temples.

"Mr. Jin, you are magnanimous. I am incompetent in teaching my children. I am disrespectful to you. I hope Mr. Jin will not take it to heart..."

Bronck said with a happy expression.

Seeing the scene in front of you, Bronson and Rekel were both secretly surprised.

Wow!

Where did this old man come from?

As the boss of the number one family in Granceborough, Bronck is usually so arrogant, but now he is so complimenting the two Orientals, not even complimenting, but fearing.

Their identities must be above Bronck.

"Father, who are these two distinguished guests?"

Bronson asked tentatively.

"Let me introduce this, this is Mr. Feng Jin, the holy hand of Miaoyu, and the one next to him is Mr. Jin's disciple, Jin Laosan."

Bronck introduced.

The holy hand of Miaoyu Jinrenfeng?

Everyone was surprised. No one except Bronck knew where they came from and what they were, nor did they hear of this name.

"Mr. Brown, my name is not worth mentioning, so there is no need to explain it to the child."

Jin Renfeng smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Jin, you are low-key and skilled. If you have the chance in the future, you will have to let me see your old style."

Bronck compliments.

"Don't worry, there will be a chance,"

Jin Renfeng smiled proudly.

"Mr. Jin, please get on the bus. I have arranged a place at the Oriental Hotel to help you and your disciples solve your weakness."

Witt said respectfully.
Chapter completed!