The poisonous scorpion drove off-road into the yard not far from the sea of ​​flowers, and then stopped the car.

The other side.

There were a row of mercenaries standing.

The mercenaries had tattoos on their faces, guns in their hands, and their expressions were a little fierce.

This is probably the characteristic here. The sunshine makes their skin very dark, and it also makes them look like a desperate.

Only those standing in the middle are a little different.

That is Fanjia.

However, today she did not show her face, but instead wore a cloak and stood there, making people unable to see clearly their appearance.

The other person was wearing a suit, nearly fifty years old, and was leaning on a crutch in his hand. He looked up at this side, as if he was waiting for Qin Mo and the others.

After seeing that person, the prince subconsciously tightened his hands for some reason.

Magicians and the others are the same.

Only Qin Mo's eyes were very light. He did not look at the person, but instead glanced at him and paused for a moment on a man in a white coat.

"This is our king." Poisonous Scorpion introduced: "Wang, this is Mr. Rong."

The man with a cane reached out his hand: "Hello."

Qin Mo's lips curled, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were very deep: "I have long admired Daming."

"Come on, please." The man stretched out his hand and led Qin Mo into the house.

Almost the moment he entered the house, Qin Mo smelled the smell inside, all of which were the fragrance of poppy flowers.

"Sir, I really know how to enjoy it." Qin Mo said when he sat down.

The man made the man laugh: "It's Mr. Rong who knows the goods. I'm used to lighting this fragrance and sleep well at night." As he said that, the man pulled out a cigar and handed it to Qin Mo: "Come one?"

When the other party says this.

The prince subconsciously wanted to hold his hands. After all, everyone knew that when he came to such a place, he could not handle things like cigarettes, because no one knew what the ingredients would be there.

But he hasn't waited for any reaction.

Qin Mo had already smoked a cigar and threw it to him, saying only two words: "Experience."

The prince did not have time to express his expression when he received cigarettes.

But the man narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Rong, what do you mean?"

"Although I do business in this area, I never touch this thing." Qin Mo put his legs on his back and had a strong aura: "Sir, what does it mean to give me this thing? Doubt my identity? Then can I also doubt my identity? Are you really the King of Cards?"

The man seemed to have beaten up, as if he hadn't expected him to be so direct.

And no matter how you look at this person, he doesn't seem to be a soldier, and he can't be sent by any department, but the breath on the road is very strong.

What will he say next?

The man had no idea and his eyes floated in one direction.

At this time, even the prince saw that something seemed to be wrong with this "King of Card".

What do he always look at a family doctor?

As soon as the prince's question arose, a voice came from his ear: "Mr. Rong has good eyesight."

The family doctor walked out of it, wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He looked very gentle and could even be said to have an indescribable elegance.
Chapter completed!