Chapter 65 The Bull of Augustus!

"Well, this is the second one..." Pan Hongsheng's head couldn't help sweating: "Don't worry, I'll deal with these troubles. Can you tell me what the third one is?"

Suddenly, the Taoist priest's eyes became gloomy, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "The third trouble comes from yourself!"

Right here, the waitress came in.

The waiters here wear that kind of small shoulder waiter clothes and are deliberately one size smaller, so that women who are not very protruding will look a little sexy.

The Taoist priest seemed to flow his eyes on the other party with fear. The waiter seemed to be used to this kind of treatment and had no expression on her face.

Pan Hongsheng didn't have that kind of elegance. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Well, that's it. We don't want staple food."

"No, our boss's wife asked you to go once," the waitress pointed out that the Taoist priest aggravated her tone: "He seems to have emotions!"

"Oh, oh!" The Taoist priest blushed and muttered a few words, "It's milky, it's still found... My nephew, wait for me here now, and I'll go back!"

Pan Hongsheng's appetite was hung up, but he had to wait with fear.

Who knows that this old man has been there for most of the day. Pan Hongsheng couldn't wait to go out in a hurry to see the situation. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the boss's wife's shrill shout: "What's wrong with you! It's not easy to give money and pay back two fake money! What the hell? Didn't you say how capable you are? Why can't you even see the fake money?"

The boss's wife is still in her thirties. Maybe her mood is too intense, so her plump breasts fluctuate when she speaks. It seems that she is really angry.

Pan Hongsheng walked over and directly took the Taoist priest's hand and stuffed a few pieces of money without saying, "You definitely won't want it, but this is the fortune-telling money I gave you. Today, you calculated three disasters for me. This should not be a meritorious and not, right?"

"Thank you! It's still the offspring who can do things! You old man, you don't understand even if you live at such an old age! How much debt do you owe me? It's so easy to find out that my conscience gave me fake money! You are also embarrassed to go out! In our place, people like you have long been dragged to the street to bleed!" The boss's wife scolded vigorously in the Northeast accent, but it seemed to be quite enjoyable to look at the Taoist priest with a smile.

"Okay, sister, look at me. Don't be like him?" Pan Hongsheng had to pull the rack between the two. Inadvertently, his fingers touched the other party's plump chest, and suddenly an electromagnetic touch reached his fingertips: This woman didn't wear a bra!

Under the thin black low chest, it is actually defenseless! No wonder the curve is revealed at a glance.

Fortunately, he is also a person with some experience. If he was a small stallion who didn't eat enough feed, he would have been unable to control it for a long time.

"My nephew, I'm really sorry about this. I don't know it's fake money..." The Taoist elder blushed: "So it's inevitable to miss everything in the world. Ghosts can't be measured. People can't be measured. People can't do evil!"

"What did you just say about my third disaster...what is it?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party helplessly. He had adapted to Lao Dao's slow temper.

The old man wanted to say but stopped: "Actually, even if you say it, you can't avoid it. This disaster can't be broken by human power. Only you can survive it."

After saying that, he actually turned around and strode away, waving his hand as he walked: "A love word can't be turned away. The most poisonous and cruelest disaster in the world is among them..."

Love? Pan Hongsheng's heart was numb, like falling into a deep fog.

The battle team of the Skull Club is configured with eight people. As the captain, Marcillon attaches great importance to this task, because Pan Hongsheng's reputation is well known to everyone. One person single-handedly challenged the entire Far East branch and frustrated the South Korean branch, which has never happened in the history of the Skull Club.

"Captain, Kutu and others have arrived first, and now they may be sitting on the pile of dead people waiting for us to go..." A short-haired woman in extremely cool clothes and a model figure rubbed him with her body: "I heard that there is a lot of delicious food here. After the task is completed..."

"Don't talk so much nonsense when performing tasks." But Marcalon is obviously not interested in this kind of flattery: "Take a little strength to fight. This time the enemy is not as simple as you think... I know Mr. Cai's strength. Even he was defeated. I'm really a little nervous... Jennifer, this sentence only said to you: In case the war is unfavorable, don't No matter what else, run for your own life first, understand?"

After saying this, his palm secretly stroked the other party's buttocks, making the unprepared Jennifer's body tremble slightly: "What? You are not sure of winning?"

"I remember that two years ago, I had a fight with Mr. Cai. He is indeed a master, not much different from me. Even if he loses..." Marcelon smiled bitterly: "I'm also a bad luck!"

Marselon is very clear about the purpose of his boss's sending him. This configuration can be said to be up and down. For an opponent who has the ability to destroy two divisions, it is a little thin and difficult to eat.

He can see the hesitation of the boss, and even see the role he is playing now.

Consumables? A tempter?

There is an old saying in this country that throwing stones asks the way, and I am the stone that was thrown.

This feeling is really uncomfortable, but he is helpless, because it is an order that cannot be disobeyed.

As a solid-rooted European branch, he is different from those in the Australian branch. It was Angel, the president of the European branch, who sent him in violation of Geiss's order this time.

The reason why Angel is so hostile to Pan Hongsheng is that the Douglas family has been fighting against him economically. In fact, the last time Altais was hospitalized was an excellent opportunity. They planned to make the Douglas family disappear by special means, but the boss estimated that the relationship between Douglas and Pan Hongsheng has always been investment. Don't be a rat!

Winning Pan Hongsheng is equivalent to truly taking the European economic dominance.

Over the years, even the former South Korean branch has surpassed itself. What is it based on? Isn't it just rich economic support?

And he has ruled the European branch for so many years, but it has not really penetrated into every corner of the economy. This solid Douglas family spans the whole of Europe, which has long been stuck in his throat.

So Marcylon is very confused: even if he wins, can he get Gess's understanding?

Although Angel's qualifications and real power are much better than Gais, Gais is the person around the president after all. As long as he mutters a few words in the president's ear, he will have no place to die.

After all, Angel's elders will not be easily disposed of, and there will always be a scapegoat.

Death in battle is small, but winning is the most aggrieved to be executed.

No matter the outcome, it is very dangerous, which makes Marcylon's trip like walking on thin ice.

He has been thinking about what he should do to reduce the risk and keep himself and his teammates from being defeated.

Kill Pan Hongsheng? Of course this is good. But it must be Angel's to pay a great price and credit, and it will greatly offend Geiss.

Killing Pan Hongsheng is equivalent to slapping Ges in the face: the role that can be easily solved in this way has been hesitant, and the woman of Ges will definitely hate herself to death.

If it fails... It must be difficult to survive under people like Pan Hongsheng. At present, the two ministerial figures in the tone of the battle have been ancient, and this kind of cruel role will never let their enemies survive.

Jennifer seemed to see that her lover was worried, and she was frightened when she remembered what the other party had just said.

I have never heard this tough man say such depressing words for so many years. Even in the face of the most dangerous enemy, Marcylon always changes his face!

In those years, the skeletons would expand their territory in Europe, and the first thing they encountered was the desperate struggle of the Italian mafia.

The Italian Mafia is world-famous, with not only a complete organizational system, but also a terrible family tradition.

In those years, Marseille and Angel fought against the four Sicilian brothers. Both sides were masters in the dark. Several times, Marseille was almost on the line, but in the end, they persisted to the arrival of victory.

The relationship between Marcellon and Angel is very delicate. Angel appreciates Marcelon's ability, but he is afraid of the prestige of the other party.

As a strong subordinate who joined hands with himself to win the world, Marcelon was not taken care of by Angel, but was squeezed out and pressed by Marcelon everywhere. This task was also deliberately done by Angel.

Even if it doesn't work, it won't be disposed of with its own prestige, but the executor is not so lucky.

When Marseilles dies, there will be no one in the European branch who can compete with him. The whole picturesque Europe is firmly under its own rule, and there is no longer any change.

As a ruler, Angel obviously has enough leadership wisdom, but he doesn't have enough vision.

In fact, people like Marcylon are not in the mood to dominate the overall situation at all.

Mthlon only likes execution and doesn't like to spend his time.

But even so, he knows his situation, who the originator is, and why the other party did this; he has been very depressed over the years, but he has no choice.

"Do you have a chance to talk to Miss Gus about the transfer?" Jennifer looked at this heartbroken man with heartache, and no one knew him better than herself.

This man is like a bull, who only knows how to use force, but not those invisible and deadly wrists.

In fact, fists in the world are not the only way to solve the problem. It is sometimes very simple to get rid of a person. If you want to survive, you must have enough skills to gain a foothold.

"Hmm, maybe Miss Guss will take care of my affairs before this matter. When I finish this, that woman will want me to die more than Angel!" Marseille smiled bitterly. For the first time, regardless of the presence of his men, he gently bent around the other party's waist with his strong arms: "I'm sorry, Jennifer... You have been wronged with me over the years."