More than a dozen bodyguards wearing French uniforms and suits appeared from all around, aiming their weapons at He Zhenzhong and the other three who were walking in from the gate. Behind the soldiers, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes The young man and an old man with a cane were standing there.
He Zhenzhong's eyes fell over. The middle-aged man was the French diplomatic ambassador to Switzerland.
"Three of you, why is this? Do we have any grudge?" The old man walked over with an ugly face. From the time he received the news to the time they arrived, it took no more than two minutes. However, a large group of his guards Most of the people were thrown away, and the remaining people seemed to be scared out of their wits. That's why he didn't let anyone let him go. People with such skills don't know what kind of power they represent, or what kind of power they represent. It's better to be careful.
Hearing this, He Zhenzhong shrugged, "No injustice, no enmity."
"Then..." The old man's face turned even more ugly. He had no grievances and no grudges. What was he doing?
"Actually, we don't have any ill intentions, it's just that these guys have dirty mouths and insult China, so we give them a little lesson." He Zhenzhong said lightly.
What?
Everyone present was stunned. A little lesson? Why did Mao and the others see that the guys lying on the ground were not seriously injured at all? Although they were not dead, there were probably a lot of broken hands and feet.
Moreover, these three guys are a little too arrogant. They just cursed a few times and then got into a fight. Isn't this too bullying? Moreover, Americans don't dare to do this.
Suddenly, the old man's face became so gloomy that he almost shed tears. Although they were a bunch of trash, they were still his subordinates. If they were beaten like this, if they were not taught a lesson, then no one would be loyal to them in the future. It was his life. Thinking of this, he raised his head, looked at He Zhenzhong who was standing in the middle, and said coldly: "You guys have a great time, but I'm very unhappy..."
"It's not fun." The hermit snorted. Just as he started to fight, Death ended the fight. Can this be called fun?
Situ Lingfeng nodded and agreed, "I'm very unhappy."
Nima.
The people around were a little dumbfounded. Are these three talented people so bold or are they unable to see those around them? At this time, do they still dare to say such things? Do they think they are too long-lived?
The old man was even more angry and smiled, but this smile did make people feel a little chilly, "Okay, China is indeed full of talents now, but there is only one God of Death in China, who do you think you are?" ?”
Hearing this, Situ Lingfeng and the hermit looked at He Zhenzhong helplessly.
"I was hit while lying down." He Zhenzhong said in a low voice, and then looked at the old man, "I have said everything that needs to be said. It's because they have dirty mouths and they can't blame us. As for your revenge, what are your options? Son, show it out and we'll get on with it."
He Zhenzhong's words shocked everyone. He was pointed at by more than a dozen people. How dare this guy say that?
The old man hesitated for a moment, but then raised his hand.
"Wait a minute," the French ambassador said.
"how?"
The French ambassador waved his hand, leaned over, and whispered in the old man's ear: "He is the God of Death."
"What?" The old man's face changed drastically, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He looked at He Zhenzhong again, with a look of horror in his eyes, completely different from before, "How is it possible?"
"Except for the God of Death and his gang, I can't think of any Chinese in Switzerland who is so powerful and so courageous." The French ambassador explained in a low voice, "If you don't believe me, you have to believe in the God of Death. Once
Come on, there will definitely be rivers of blood here, he could do such a thing."
Click, the old man clenched his teeth all of a sudden, his face changed for a long time, then he raised his hand and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "It's all gone."
Hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding guards suddenly changed and they dispersed? These three guys just beat their people and let it go? What are they afraid of? Although these three Chinese people are powerful, they can block it?
However, the master had spoken, and they, the bodyguards, naturally had to listen, but they reluctantly withdrew.
The old man had no choice. If his friend hadn't reminded him, he would have almost chosen a dead end. When he thought of that bloody night in Geneva, he really couldn't muster any courage.
Soon, only He Zhenzhong, the French ambassador and the old man were left in the small courtyard.
"The God of Death is here, I'm afraid he's looking for me." The French ambassador looked at He Zhenzhong and said in a deep voice: "However, I know your purpose, but although our two countries have good relations, regarding Vietnam,
We can't do anything to help your country."
This guy is not an idiot. Being the diplomatic ambassador of a country is indeed not a waste of money. He Zhenzhong looked at him, smiled, and then said: "Since your Excellency has said so, then, I hope something will happen to your country."
You are welcome to come to the Chinese Consulate to see me at any time."
It was indeed the God of Death, but the French Ambassador's face suddenly turned gloomy. What happened? The God of Death actually came to him in person. He was very self-aware, and even Americans and Russians were not looked down upon by the God of Death.
, let alone him?
"Walk."
It's not like Huaxia is going to be attacked, so he doesn't need to ask for help. Since this guy doesn't want to listen, why bother to talk more? When something happens, this guy will definitely come to him to beg for help.
Seeing He Zhenzhong leaving without stopping at all, the French ambassador's eyes kept flashing. This god of death was indeed as rumored. He was extremely tough and had strong national pride. He clearly needed France's support, but he turned around and left.
But, what exactly does Death want to say, so that they can be sure to make them agree to side with China in the four-nation negotiation? Although Death is said to be a warmonger and a murderer, his character is very good and he never breaks his trust.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but said, "Wait a minute."
The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly. He thought this guy could really hold it back. Then he stopped and turned to look at the French ambassador, "What? Isn't there nothing to talk about?"
The guy's face looked a little embarrassed. This god of death was really not polite at all. However, being a diplomat naturally means he is not ordinary thick-skinned. He then smiled and said, "General, it's serious. I just said it."
You're wrong, I believe in the character of the God of Death, there must be something important, why don't we go inside and discuss it in detail."
Having admitted his mistake, He Zhenzhong just let it go. After all, when it comes to business matters, the most important thing is to trick the United States, Japan and Russia.