He looked coldly at the direction where Wang Xiao left, and casually glanced at his subordinates on the ground. In the frightened gaze, he stepped on the big man's leg. A crisp sound of bone cracks sounded, and the big man's calves directly shrank. The amazing pain made him open his eyes in an instant, and then screamed.

Behind the man, several subordinates immediately stepped forward and dragged the man away, and his tongue was cut off. The man's work here was over.

"Bad." The man cursed with an ugly expression, and then walked towards his office.

He kept watching what happened just now through the monitor, and didn't take anything seriously. However, after a familiar figure appeared, he immediately let his subordinates who were originally going out to help him disperse again.

Because of some things, there are not many subordinates in the bar now. It is impossible for these people to keep Wang Xiao behind, and men do not have the habit of humiliating themselves.

"Wang Xiao..." The man murmured with coldness in his eyes.

He didn't know Wang Xiao, but had just seen Wang Xiao's photos and heard some news from his subordinates. But these news alone had already surprised him, so he didn't plan to be enemies with the other party rashly, at least on the surface.

When Wang Xiao returned to his residence, the veteran also called, Hetalia and a bunch of girls had been sent back to the studio safely, and Shenghua had also sent someone to take photos of the magazine.

He was worried, so Wang Xiao could only ask the veteran to help take care of the safety of Hetalia and his men. What happened before did make his nerves tense and he dare not be careless.

The veteran did not object, and there was a special vacant residence in the studio, so the veteran simply set up a home in the studio.

At the same time, on the other side, after leaving his villa, it was already evening when Villhallen arrived at his destination.

It’s not that the distance is so long. I first prepared carefully, and then I checked it layer by layer due to multiple levels along the way. When I got here, Villallen felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

In front of you is a huge manor. The manor is built on the top of this not-high mountain at your feet. The walls around the manor almost all the mountain fall into the scope of the manor, which shows the identity and financial resources of the manor owner.

You should know that just wanting to obtain ownership of such a large piece of land is not only possible with money, but what it represents is more important to the owner of the manor to the city and even the country.

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After entering the manor, there was a huge stone fountain in front of me. In the center of the pool was a stone sculpture about two meters high. The carving seemed to be a goddess, but Virhallen didn't know what kind of god it was.

As soon as I entered the manor, several servants naturally came over, took the car keys from Villhallen with a smile, and then drove to the garage.

The servants showed respect for themselves throughout the process, but did not please themselves. To them, they seemed to be just a guest.

Well-trained, these servants alone made Vialhalen wonder whether his family was considered a family.

"Young Master." The old housekeeper was holding the things that Villalent prepared in his hand. Seeing that Villalent stayed in place with a dazed state, he spoke out and reminded him.

After coming back to his senses, Villallen seemed to have thought of his own loss of composure, tidied up his clothes, and tried to make himself look gentler.

After crossing the pool, someone naturally walked towards him and guided him.

"Master Vierharan, please come here." The person who came had a slight smile on his face, which made people feel like spring breeze: "Young Master is in his study, I will take you there."

"Okay." Villhallen's eyes lit up, and he finally remembered the main purpose of his visit this time.

He had already made a phone call before coming, and a sound from the other end of the phone was well, and it seemed like a natural sound to him. The other party was almost the same age as him, but neither his identity nor ability was comparable to that of himself.

This time he came here, he wanted to get help from the other party. Although the price he paid was definitely much greater than asking the veteran to take action, as long as the other party could agree to help him, no matter how much the price was, Virhallen was willing to accept it.

Even the most cruel conditions, Virhallen was mentally prepared.

The reason for making this choice was nothing more than seeing the newspaper in the morning and venting a brief anger, Virhallen couldn't help but become afraid.

He knew that his sister would never know someone like a veteran. The reason why the veteran would betray him was obvious, and it was very likely that he knew Wang Xiao.

When he thought of this name, Virhallen looked a little desperate. In his heart, Wang Xiao's name was first regarded as the executioner. Once what he did was really known by Wang Xiao, he could not afford the revenge he received alone, and he did not dare to gamble. If he lost the bet, he would not even have room to fight back.

"Let's go." Speaking to the butler behind him, Villhallen looked much decadent.

No matter how you deal with this matter in the end, your reputation will definitely be irreversible. When you think of the words that people will think of when they see him in the future, Villhallen couldn't help but clench his fists.

No matter what the price, he has to take revenge, and that man is his only chance to take revenge.

When he noticed the changes in his young master, the old housekeeper just sighed slightly. He was just a housekeeper and had no way to evaluate anything, so he could only follow the young master's decision.

The manor was large, even beyond Vierharen's imagination. He walked along a trail. After more than ten minutes, the servant in front took him to a villa.

After arriving at the villa, the servant turned around and said, "You wait a moment, I'll inform the young master."

Wilharon was thrown at the door alone, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and kept answering: "Okay."

The servant entered the villa, and Virhallen waited at the door for a long time until he was a little impatient, and the servant walked out again: "Young Master called you over, please come with me."

Villhallen nodded. Even though he had lowered his posture, the other party did not take him seriously, which still made him feel a little angry.
Chapter completed!