Chapter 1252
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Scorpion drove the off-road vehicle into a courtyard not far from the sea of flowers. He stopped the car.
On the other side.
A row of mercenaries stood in front of them.
They had tattoos on their faces and they held guns in their hands. Their expressions were fierce.
This was probably a characteristic of this place. The perennial sunlight made their skin tanned and they looked like outlaws.
Only the person in the middle was different.
That was Fan Jia.
But today, she didn't reveal her face. Instead, she wore a cloak and stood there, hiding her appearance.
The other person was wearing a suit and looked to be in his fifties. He held a walking stick in his hand and looked over as though he had been waiting for Qin Mo.
When Prince saw that person, he clenched his fists instinctively.
Magician and the others were the same.
Only Qin Mo's gaze was calm. He didn't look at that person. Instead, he glanced over and paused on a man in a white coat.
"This is our King." Scorpion introduced. "King, this is Boss Rong." “
The man with the walking stick reached his hand out. "Hello."
Qin Mo lifted the corner of his lips. No one knew what he was thinking. His gaze deepened. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Come, please." The man reached out and led Qin Mo into the house.
The moment he entered the room, Qin Mo could smell the fragrance of poppies.
"Sir, you really know how to enjoy yourself," Qin Mo said when he sat down.
The man laughed. "Boss Rong knows his stuff. I'm used to this fragrance and sleep well at night." The man took out a cigar and passed it to Qin Mo. "Want one?"
The moment he said that, Prince wanted to clench his fists.
Prince wanted to clench his fists instinctively. After all, everyone knew that in a place like this, things like cigarettes couldn't be accepted because no one knew what was inside.
But before he could react, Qin Mo had already taken a puff.
Qin Mo was already smoking a cigar. He tossed one to him and said, "Test it."
Prince didn't have time to react as he took the cigar.
The man narrowed his eyes. "Mr. Rong, what do you mean?"
"Even though I do business in this area, I don't touch such things." Qin Mo crossed his legs, his aura strong. "Sir, what do you mean by giving me this? Doubt my identity? Then can I also suspect Sir's identity? Are you really Kawang? "
The man paused, as if he hadn't expected him to be so direct.
Moreover, this person didn't look like a soldier, nor was he sent by any department. However, the aura of a gangster was very strong.
What was he going to say next?
That person had no idea what to do. His gaze drifted in a certain direction.
At this moment, even Prince could tell that there was something wrong with 'Kawang'.
Why did he keep looking at a family doctor?
Just as the question popped up in his head, a voice entered his ears. "Boss Rong, you have a good eye."
The family doctor walked out from inside. He was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked very gentle, and even had an indescribable elegance.
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