In the office, the two people looked at each other. With just one glance, Gergil realized that the other person's eyes were very sharp, as if they could penetrate his heart. This shocked him so much that he hurriedly looked away.
Ximen Lang was the first to break the silence and asked: "You are Mr. Gejier, right?"
Gejir nodded and said with a smile: "It's me. I heard that Mr. Simon traveled thousands of miles from country Z to come to our Virginia to invest in the hotel industry. I came here to express my congratulations."
Ximen Lang said calmly: "Thank you very much. May I ask, the leader of the Gods Association is also named Gejier. Is he the same name as you, or is he you?"
Gejir chuckled and said: "I am the leader of the Gods Association. I heard that Mr. Ximen comes from the Chinese sect, the largest gang in Z country. I have always admired you very much. I always look forward to seeing you, the chief sect leader. Today I have
See, you really have extraordinary bearing!"
A look of surprise flashed in Ximen Langxing's eyes, and he cursed in his heart, Damn, he actually figured out all my details. It seems that this guy came well prepared! He smiled and said: "To each other, each other,
I have heard of your name for a long time, Mr. Gergil, please sit down."
Gejir sat on the sofa, placed a small and exquisite crocodile skin box on the coffee table, and said: "Mr. Simon, on the day your Aisha Hotel opened, I had something to do and didn't come to support it. I felt very sorry that I didn't come over to support you. So, today
I specially brought a gift to express my congratulations.”
Ximen Lang glanced at the small box on the coffee table, wondering to himself, damn, could there be a bomb inside, but since it was so far away from me, there probably wasn't much of a threat. He said casually: "You're too polite.
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"It's nothing, it's not something too valuable, just a small gift." As he spoke, Gejir reached out to open the small box and took out an antique pistol from it. This gun has a history of hundreds of years.
It was an old-fashioned gun that fired with a single machine. It was about a foot and a half long. The gun body was made of pure gilded copper with beautiful patterns. The bottom of the gun handle was inlaid with emeralds. It looked very precious.
Ximen Lang's eyes lit up and he praised: "What a beautiful gun!" He stood up, walked over quickly, and took it from the opponent's hand.
The heavy pistol felt very good in the hand. He picked up the pistol and aimed at the solid gold lion on the desk, and asked: "Can this gun still shoot?"
Gergill said: "Of course it can, but it uses a very clumsy method of loading ammunition, which is very troublesome to do once. Therefore, few people use this kind of gun now, and they all regard it as a collection weapon."
"Well, it's a very nice gun. I like it very much. Thank you very much." Seeing this unique gift, Ximen Lang felt a little fond of this fat pig-like gang leader. He sat on the single sofa beside him.
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Gejir said with a smile: "As long as you like it. There is an old saying in your country Z, which is to rely on your parents at home and rely on your friends when you go out. I think it is very reasonable. We can be friends. By the way, I am here today and there is another person.
The only thing I need to do is invite you to a banquet and arrange a few friends for you to meet."
Ximen Lang was startled for a moment, and then he agreed, "Okay, I always like to make friends. I have just arrived in Guibao Land, and I am thinking about making more friends and taking care of each other in the future."
Gergil said excitedly: "It's great that Mr. Ximen can enjoy the glory. Let's meet at the Gladiator Restaurant at 12 noon. What do you think?"
Ximenlang readily agreed, "No problem, I will definitely go to the appointment on time."
Gergil said happily: "That's great. We'll wait for you then. Mr. Simon, I won't delay your work. I'll take my leave now..."
After explaining his purpose, Gejir left, leaving Ximenlang alone in the office. He had a sneer on his face, looked at the antique pistol in his hand with contempt, and said to himself disdainfully: "Damn |, what a bullshit pistol,
I have many pistols in my house that are older and more exquisitely crafted than this time!" He casually threw the pistol into the small crocodile skin box.
Not long after, Muto Xianghui and Li Haihui gathered in the general manager's office. Ximen Lang said in a deep voice: "Gegil, the boss of the Gods Association, invited me to a banquet. Who knows what their plans are, so we have to guard against it.
, you will do this when the time comes..."
Originally, Ximen Lang planned to attend the banquet by himself, and was secretly protected by Li Haihui's Kuangyun Guards and Muto Xianghui's Black Shadow Guards. Liu Kaifeng and a thousand Huamen members were ready to attack at any time. However, Muto Xianghui and Li Haihui
They all disagreed with him entering the restaurant alone. They thought it was too dangerous and would not be able to rescue him in time if something happened.
The two of them struggled to accompany Ximen Lang into the restaurant. They all had the same idea. If something unusual happened, they would risk their own lives to protect Ximen Lang's safety. If necessary, they could use their bodies to block him.
Bullets or something, in that case, with Ximen Lang's advanced martial arts, he will definitely find a chance to escape.
As a result, Ximenlang was in a dilemma. He scratched his head for a while and didn't know who to let follow him into the restaurant. He could only say: "Well, you two have decided on rock-paper-scissors."
, the one who wins will come with me to the banquet."
Muto Xianghui and Li Haihui readily agreed to the rules of this game that depended entirely on luck, and as Ximen Lang said, "Let's begin..."
Li Haihui and Muto Xianghui quickly stretched out their hands. The former was a stone and the latter was cloth. The result was obvious. Muto Xianghui said excitedly: "That's great, I won..."
At 11:30, a Cadillac car was speeding down the street, heading towards the Gladiator Restaurant in Ai Huilun District. The driver was none other than Muto Xianghui. For the rare occasion, she was not wearing the pitch-black ninja uniform.
She put on a sky blue outfit and wore comfortable sneakers. At this time, she didn't have the slightest ninja vibe about her, just like a cute and well-behaved high school student.
If she were a ninja in the past, she would not be able to use a mobile phone or drive at all. She would be like a monster living in a primitive society. However, as a modern ninja, Muto Kaori learned a lot of high technology at the request of Ximen Lang.
How to use items, and even learned how to use computers...
More than half an hour later, the Cadillac stopped at the entrance of the Gladiator Restaurant. The door opened, and Ximen Lang and Muto Xianghui, wearing dark blue sportswear, got out of the car.
"Xianghui, let's go in."
"Um!"
The two people strode forward, with Ximenlang in front and Muto Xianghui following behind. They looked energetic and magnanimous...