The dinner at the Calhoun family once reminded Tanguy of the famous "The Last Supper". The nearly ten-meter-long dining table was even a little shabby compared to the castle and the restaurant itself.
It could be seen that little Edgar Kahnhorn rarely ate here, and his expression was far less dignified than he looked in the office.
Of course, it might also be because the person he was having dinner with was Mikkelsen, one of the few people who could make a wealthy family like Calhoun wary.
"So, Mikkelsen, will this matter end here?" Little Edgar sat on the main seat, the maid clapped her hands gently, and eight maids wearing the same style of clothes appeared in the restaurant.
Two of them stood behind Tanguy, the other two stood behind Mikkelson, and the remaining four stood behind Calhoun.
These maids cooperated with each other and carefully wrapped the napkin in front of Tang Ji. Their movements were neat and uniform, without touching Tang Ji's limbs during the whole process. Their movements were very beautiful, as if it was a ritual.
"Unless you fully confess to me, Edgar, this is a threat to all of us." Mikkelsen looked at the appetizers that were gently placed in front of him by the maid and said: "It is my responsibility to ensure the same thing.
, it won’t happen a second time.'
"I wish to exercise my right to privacy, Mikkelsen. I have my reasons. In the process of getting rid of control, I was very embarrassed and used some of my personal relationships and the secrets of the troubled Calhoun family."
Little Edgar took a symbolic bite, and the maid immediately took the plate away as soon as she raised her hand.
"You have your rights, but this time is different. Your actions and experiences have affected more than one family. Edgar, your situation is very dangerous." Mikkelsen was still there fighting with little Edgar.
Playing riddles.
As for Tang Ji, the maid has changed the dinner plate for the third time.
The appetizer provided at the dinner was some kind of toast with caviar. Tang Ji didn't have high requirements for food, but he could certainly taste this thing differently from what he usually eats.
"Fill this plate, thank you." Tang Ji grabbed the toast on the plate with his hands and wiped off the caviar with green onions, and then handed the plate directly to the maid who kept serving dishes.
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Now that there is no need to pretend, Tang Ji no longer needs to pretend that he has full respect for the Carnhorn family.
To be honest, he did not follow his inner impulse and turned into a rage, burning everything here to ashes. This was already a great restraint. The maid carrying the empty plate did not make any sound, she took the plate obediently, and turned around to finish it.
Tang Ji’s orders.
Compared with the maid who dared to stare at Tang Ji, these maids were more like machines than people, slaves who were succumbing to gods and sacrifices.
Anyone who can sit here and dine with Calhoun is their master.
Soon, the plate was filled with toast and the caviar piled into a hill in the middle. The maid leaned over and placed it in front of Tang Ji, still looking cautious.
The owner here, Edgar Calhoun Jr., never glanced at Tang Ji from beginning to end. Obviously, in his eyes, Tang Ji was just a tool brought by Mikkelsen. He was able to sit here and eat solely because
He now seeks help from Mikkelsen.
"The young man you brought has a good appetite." Perhaps the conversation between the two people was too serious, so little Edgar took the initiative to change the topic.
"Seriously, Edgar, you really don't know who he is? Have you never heard of his name?" Mikkelsen frowned.
This expression made Edgar also frown: "Oh? I need to know him? I have been too busy recently, and you also know that I...
"No need to explain, Edgar, this only proves that you haven't even watched the news or communicated with other people in the past half month." Mikkelsen sighed, he had done his best.
As the mastermind behind the Joint Investigation Office, Mikkelsen has been carefully managing his persona. Although he has changed three vests repeatedly in the past half century, no matter which office director he was, he has always played these roles.
The ally of a wealthy family and the role of a scavenger.
Every time a new vest is replaced, Mikkelsen will randomly select a suitable family and make the new vest and the heir most likely to become the new patriarch a friend, thereby further consolidating his power.
Little Edgar was able to successfully take over the Calhoun family because he was one of Mikkelson's chosen friends.
If possible, Mikkelsen does not want to destroy the character he has spent nearly seventy years building, and he does not want to become a threat in the eyes of these people.
But now for the war, Mikkelsen feels that there is nothing he cannot give up.
"I'm sorry, Mikkelson, you forced me to do this. Calhoun's honor cannot be tarnished." Little Edgar also sighed and chose a showdown.
The maid standing behind Mikkelsen turned into a killing machine without hesitation. The maid on the left suddenly turned her left hand into a sharp blade, placed it in front of Mikkelson's throat, and pushed hard with her right hand!
The maid on the right instantly unfolded and shook out a white cloth, blocking Calhoun's view to prevent him from seeing the bloody scene.
Mikkelsen's throat was cut by the maid and he lay on the dining table. The assailant maid immediately covered the wound with a napkin to prevent the blood from overflowing.
Tang Ji, who was enjoying the food and completely blocked the chat between the two, was stunned for a moment, and then the food became more delicious. To be honest, he couldn't imagine any scene that would be more delicious than Mikkelsen's sacrifice to the heaven.
If it weren't for the fact that he was holding food with both hands and it was inconvenient to applaud, Tang Ji would have really wanted to applaud that Calhoun.
Tang Ji drank the caviar toast in his mouth with a large glass of white wine, and then handed the plate to the maid again: "Have another plate, fill it up, and help me prepare the main course."
The submissive maid seemed not to have seen what was happening at the other end of the long table, took Tang Ji's plate and turned to leave.
"I wonder what I should call you?" Little Edgar glanced at Mikkelsen with some regret, turned to Tang Ji and asked: "It sounds like you are also a big shot. I wonder if we can find some common language?'
"Don't waste time, eat first. You have to thank your chef. The anticipation for the main course made me decide not to kill you for the time being." Tang Ji wiped his mouth with a napkin, not even bothering to look at the other person: "Wait until you finish eating.
Rice, I'll deal with you later.
In response to Tanguy's arrogance, Edgar Calhoun Jr. showed extremely restrained tolerance. He just waved to the maid and stood up to leave the restaurant.
At least, he didn't curse out loud, which made Tang Ji feel that the other party was extremely well-educated.
The hand of the maid behind her instantly turned into a spike, aimed at Tang Ji's heart, and stabbed out from top to bottom at a 45-degree angle.
There was no anger, nor any supernatural ability. Tang Ji felt the threat from the maid, and looked expectantly at the direction where the maid disappeared, hoping that the other party would not refuse to serve the food because he was planning to kill the owner here.
The maid's metal-like spikes on the back were blocked by Tang Ji's (reinforced) suit, preventing any entry.
[Reinforcing] his clothes has become Tang Ji's living habit. His enemies are all over the world and have different abilities. He is cautious and efficient. Tang Ji does not want to be injured by such an accident.
Tangji slapped the now artistic prelude on the table, and said to Calhoun, who had not yet left the dining table: "Before I finish eating, you'd better sit down in your seat, otherwise I guarantee that you will get off the table.
One step straight to hell.'
"Bold!" The head maid, like an enraged tigress, opened her arms to block Calhoun, and in front of her were the four maids.
The arms of these maids were crossed, and their arms transformed into shields. Their positions were staggered, and the four shields perfectly blocked Calhoun behind them.
Tang Ji guessed that it was a prosthetic limb made of some kind of pseudo-metal. He punched the maid behind him who refused to give up, intending to tell Edgar to calm down and not ruin the dinner.
But the maid who was knocked to the ground seemed to feel no pain. She swung her legs with jujitsu movements, stood up again, and used her hands to straighten her neck, which was bent at 90 degrees.
Little Edgar Calhoun's expression didn't look too panicked. Perhaps in his view, everything that was happening so far was still within control and was a slightly stimulating pre-meal exercise.
Tangji, who was somewhat lazy, grabbed the maid who was still posing and used her whole body as a throwing object to hit Calhoun's shields.
For a moment, the person flipped on his back, as if he was bowling.
The head maid pulled Calhoun away in advance. She was constantly calculating the time when the nearest guard entered the restaurant and the distance between Calhoun and the restaurant door.
Obviously, the huge indoor area became the biggest obstacle for Calhoun to escape from the source of danger. For the sake of Calhoun's safety, she decided to overstep her authority a little.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, a dark bronze knight holding a sword and shield crashed through the gorgeous wall, rushed in from behind the wall, and stood right between Tangji and Calhoun.
An activated gothic armor... I don’t know why, but Tang Ji came up with this name.
The mechanical knight performed a gorgeous sword show with one hand, and slightly bent its feet forward and back, causing the two-meter-high driving shell to slightly lower its height. It even knocked the shield hard with its long sword, as if
Just provocative.
The person who originally designed the exercise program for this thing was really good at playing it. Tang Ji flexed his hands and feet and thought it would be good to exercise before ordering a meal.
He looked around, but unfortunately he didn't have any cold weapons, so he could only pick up the chair and fight!
The high-backed chair made of pure solid wood, weighing more than fifty kilograms, was swung round by Tang Ji and hit the Mechanical Knight's shield, causing fragments to fly everywhere in an instant!
The thick three-fingered shield was driven by the hydraulic arm to counterattack, exerting a forceful effect at a very short distance.
Perfect shield strike!
Tang Ji was bounced away by the shield, took two steps back and shook his head. In the pure strength competition, he had a slight disadvantage.
This is not the Champ de Mars in Paris. He used the Eiffel Tower to channel the anger of all beings and increase his physical strength almost unlimitedly, so much so that he could compete with tanks.
At this time, another mechanical knight in the shape of a silver-white Milan armor walked out of the previous hole, with a two-meter-long half-hand sword on his shoulder.
The mechanical knight's movements were flexible and natural, as if possessed by the soul of a medieval knight. He also waved his half-sword and assumed a charging posture.
The next second, it really rushed over. Its galloping movements made deep pits on the floor. When it was still three meters away from Tang Ji, it suddenly thrust forward with half a sword!
Tang Ji, on the other hand, just turned slightly sideways to avoid the tip of the sword, and then fell back, avoiding the knight's blow and sweeping away thousands of troops. When he stood up again, his eyes flashed red, and [Discover Weakness] had been activated.
Several stripes were drawn on the knight's armor. Tang Ji seized the opportunity and used his hand as a knife. His four fingers instantly penetrated the knight's breastplate. With a fierce sweep, he tore off half of the breastplate!
The other hand also quickly penetrated into the mechanical knight's chest, grabbed a handful of cables that had no useful uses, and yanked hard. Along with the fire and smoke, Knight of Milan, pawn!
At this time, little Edgar Calhoun was already pulled by the head maid and ran to the main entrance of the restaurant. This was a distance of fifty meters long.
Just as the head maid was about to open the door, a two-meter-long sword was thrown from a distance, instantly piercing the head maid and nailing it to the door.
Tang Ji pointed at Calhoun's chair from a distance, and the black muzzle of the prelude was pointed at Calhoun's face from a distance.
Although there was no verbal communication, little Edgar immediately understood what Tang Ji meant, turned around, straightened his clothes, and walked slowly back to the dining table.
Tang Ji, on the other hand, put away the prelude and looked at the Gothic Knight again, moving his steps with interest, intending to attack its weak defensive side.
Not to be outdone, the Gothic knight also took small steps, as if the most experienced knight in foot combat could always point his shield at the enemy.
After analyzing the previous battle situation, it has determined that the target has the ability to threaten itself and has raised the threat level. Unfortunately, these messages sent to the security room have been ignored.
No matter how dull Edgar Calhoun Jr. is now, he realizes that there is a problem within the family. No security personnel feel that his only security force is his maid and the mechanical knight who acts as a decoration at the door.
At this time, the maid who had delivered food to Tang Ji appeared from a hidden door, holding a huge silver plate in her hand. Apparently, she had brought back the main course in advance according to Tang Ji's instructions.
Tang Ji glanced at the Gothic knight in front of him, and then at the maid. He stood up straight with some regret, suddenly took out the prelude and shot through the knight's head, followed by the second shot, and the bullets penetrated one after another.
He took off his shield and the protected breastplate behind him. Looking at the two mechanical knights who had lost power, Tang Ji found a new position and signaled the maid to serve the food. The other party also respectfully handed over the silver as if he hadn't noticed the accident.
The plate was placed in front of Tang Ji.
"Your home's security is very unique." Tang Ji raised his glass and paid tribute to Calhoun, with a hint of ridicule in the corner of his mouth: "Here's to Calhoun!"