The fat boss pressed Xie Jun's hand and was excited, "The person who gave you money just now is the son of our Marseille oil tycoon! This check cannot be fake! Are you crazy? Don't even have ten million euros!"
Xie Jun was stunned again.
I took a look at the direction where the young man disappeared just now.
Who is this young man?
It can actually allow such a super rich second generation to follow behind.
I took a look at the check in my hand!
Xie Jun was poor, but thinking that this check was too hot, she was still afraid that the crazy critic would be wanted again.
They are 20% awesome people, entering and leaving the police station is the same as going home.
She is different!
She's just a worker!
There is absolutely no way to compare!
Seeing the fat boss staring at the check with jealousy.
Xie Jun pushed the check into the fat boss's hand, "If you want it, I'll give it to you!"
The fat boss was stunned for a moment, and looked at the direction where Wang Han left just now with lingering fear.
No matter how much I like money, I will not be so stupid. The international criminal just now has transformed into a senior police adviser, so I won’t panic for anyone.
The slap just now still hurts my face now.
Those kind of people are afraid that they have the courage to take advantage of it and have no life to enjoy it.
He returned the check timidly and squeezed out a smile at Xie Jun.
"I didn't realize that you have such a powerful friend!"
Xie Jun didn't say anything and turned around and walked towards the restaurant.
By the way, I took out my cell phone and took a look, and found that the wanted order was still there.
And it is topped on major platforms.
I couldn't help but look in the direction that disappeared through the window again.
He did not take the wanted order seriously at all, and was rampant on the streets in a blatant manner, just like the wanted order was a piece of waste paper.
Who is this?
Xie Jun sat in his seat, dazed.
The boss who used to curse her often and now has a smile on his face, just like he treats his own mother and serves tea and water to Xie Jun.
Xie Jun found it a bit ridiculous.
Thinking of the 28th Law that the young man just said.
I couldn't help but think of the law of survival of the strong that my father had said more than once when he was alive.
Xie Jun suddenly realized that some of the ideas between the young man and his father coincided with each other.
She stood up and wanted to chase her out for the last trip, but thought that the person had gone away.
Xie Jun secretly made up his mind to go to his father's grave to take a look.
Wang Han lit three cigarettes and placed them on Xie Sanjia's tombstone.
I ordered another one myself.
"Old Xie, everyone says that the leaves return to their roots, but I thought about it for a while. Your daughter is here, and this is your root, so I took the initiative to bury you in the place where your daughter is."
I unscrewed a bottle of good white wine that I bought for a long time, "I was afraid that you wouldn't be used to drinking red wine, so I made some white for you and drank it slowly on the way."
A bottle of wine was poured out in gusto.
“It’s easy to walk all the way!”
Wang Han bows!
No relatives send me thanks to Sanjia.
Wang Han and Xie Sanjia are also friends in distress.
Xie Sanjia taught Wang what he had learned throughout his life, and it was reasonable to send the old man the last journey.
Turning around and getting into the car.
Before he walked far, Wang Han saw Xie Jun walking towards this side.
Holding a bouquet of flowers.
Wang Han lowered the car window and nodded.
Xie Jun wanted to say something, but Wang Han had already left.
Looking at the direction of Wang Han's departure, Xie Jun was still a little stunned. The young man had a sense of mystery and wanted people to explore, but the sense of crisis was also deterred.
To be honest, Xie Jun was still quite scared. After all, not everyone can get an international wanted order.
Killed thousands of people overnight!
There is no difference between such a person and a demon!
I took the private plane of Ike's house and headed towards the Vatican and met with the people there.
Wang Han closed his eyes and secretly used his skills.
The external power is only one step away from the third level.
To put it bluntly, the process of tearing and rebirth is to say that it is the process of tearing and rebirth.
The broken legs heal more strongly than the initial one, and the muscles are the same.
How many days will it take to break through the "Sutra of Rebirth" and external skills?
This kind of thing is too anxious to eat hot tofu.
Wang Han took this opportunity to start using the point-of-stop technique to control the Qi body in the Dragon Elephant Realm in the Qi Bottle.
After the plane landed, it was transferred to the car.
It took about ten hours to struggle.
Wang Han raised his hand and pointed.
A figure of Qi slowly emerged in front of him.
It looks like a nearly transparent figure.
Xie Sanjia once said that such Qi bodies are basically forced to pull out the Qi body before people can swallow their breath.
Wang Han has accumulated so many Qi bodies in the Qi bottle that the young man had taken care of, and I don’t know how many years he had accumulated.
It can be said that Wang Han got a super cheap one.
The control was relatively slow for the first time, and Wang Han used it for a day.
Now that I have mastered the trick, the speed will only get faster and faster. Wang Han guessed that the remaining four dragon elephant realm Qi bodies will be completely controlled in about three days.
In a large room.
Firewood burns in the fireplace.
There were many people sitting in the room.
It is roughly divided into two camps.
On one side is a group of people of different shapes, both men and women, each with a rebellious temperament. Lei Xiaohua and Ron got together and didn't know what they were talking about, but the two men's faces appeared on their faces.
The smile on his face was so humble that the others stood or sat, were laughing.
On the other side, there were dozens of people sitting.
Some robes wearing traits.
There were two elderly people wearing red clothes.
In addition to them, there were several wearing armor, exquisite and quaint wrist guards on their wrists, and crosses on their necks.
The first seat of these people was an elderly man.
Eyelids drooped.
The other group of people laughed and laughed and made some people here angry.
As a middleman, Ryan felt a little uncomfortable.
Those brothers and sisters are used to being free and easy. These people are either top second generations with a wealthy family or top talents who are outstanding in a certain field. Everyone has a free wind in their bones and blood vessels.
They were all flowing with rebellious blood, and they were used to doing whatever they wanted. They ordered them to be quiet and might not be recognized by the hammered mother.
A red-skinned master snorted coldly, "Our Holy Light Sect represents justice and light! Now we are gathering with a group of robbers, and we must join forces with them. If it is spread, it will not make people laugh!"
Ryan squeezed out a smile and signaled the eyes of a middle-aged man wearing quaint armor.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man lowered his head to smoke, as if he agreed with the remarks of the Red-clothed Master.
The voices of the words here made the group of people hear clearly.
No one came out to refute the group, but the noise became louder.
A 1.9-meter-bearded man shouted loudly.
Lei Xiaohua and a bald man fell in the middle, which attracted a lot of cheers.
The red-skinned master of the red-clothed slammed the table, "Be quiet!"
However, there is no effect at all.
Ron put his little finger in his mouth and whistled.
The laughter was even louder.
The red-skinned master of the Red-clothed Cultivator stood up.
Just about to speak.
On the first seat, the elderly man spoke slowly.
"Moore, the kids are playing, let them play."
Moore sat down angrily, "Pope, why do we, the Holy Light Cult, join forces with these bandits? This is simply ridiculed by the world!"
The laughter over there was even louder, and a few more jumped up and fell, with a lot of noises.
The elderly man smiled, "In my eyes, they are not robbers, but a group of children who yearn for freedom, advocate justice, have ideals, achievements and are angry."
Moore gritted his teeth, "No polite at all! Ryan! But they are quiet!"
It was very uncomfortable to be sandwiched in the middle.
Moore angrily said, "A group of lazy and chaotic bandits! How worthy of fighting side by side with our Holy Light Cult! They..."
Not finished speaking.
A cold wind blew in.
The door is open.
Two people came in from outside.
The young man in the lead was wearing a windbreaker.
The group of people who were originally noisy instantly became quiet.
The originally lazy people stood up one after another and showed their sharpness!
Everyone stared at the youth coming in from outside.
It's like waiting for the only king!
Everyone in the Holy Light Sect couldn't help but get goosebumps!
After the arrival of this young man, a group of undisciplined bandits seemed to have instantly become a disciplined army!