After Miaodi arrived in Tswane from Yanjing, he rushed to the mansion of his boss Hunteral.

Hunterlaer had just attended a conference call and looked a little haggard. He met Miao Di in the office, "You disappointed me. I was not successful in this trip in Yanjing."

Hunterlaer is a person who is not happy and angry. Even if he is swearing, there is no change in his face. Müdy has been working under Hunterlaer for many years. He knows that the boss's mood is very bad at this time.

Miao Di knelt down timidly and said in a crying voice: "I had already made arrangements, but I didn't expect any mistakes to happen."

Hunterlaer said in a deep voice: "Matil appears in the public eye today. He looks like there is no problem with his appearance. This will shake the forces that are already close to me. You must act quickly. If Matil's illness is cured, it will not be beneficial to my plan."

Miao Di nodded quickly and promised: "Matil's disease has been treated for a long time. He hired many foreign experts but no solution was found. I arranged for people to contact experts who treated Matil. Matil's condition is very strange and cannot be cured at all. The Chinese doctor named Su Tao is very young and a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Although the information shows that he has created many miracles, I think those honors contain water. I believe it is the same this time, and Matil can only accept his fate in the end."

Hunteral stood up and paced back and forth in the office, and ordered in a deep voice: "In this way, you can find some people immediately and deal with the doctor named Su Tao. You know what to do. If you want to find a professional, you must be clean and don't be stingy with money. Now it is the most critical moment for me to fight desperately with Mathil, and you cannot take it lightly."

Miao Di frowned and asked hesitantly: "He is now a member of the visiting delegation. If something happens, will it cause diplomatic conflicts and international disputes?"

Waving his hand impatiently, Hunterlaer said unhappily: "As long as the means are clean and we are separated from each other, as for whether it will cause international disputes, what does it have to do with us?"

Hunterlaer is different from Mathil. His friends in the international community are from Western countries. If the relationship between South Africa and China becomes bad, his friends in Western countries will be very happy.

"Okay, I'll do it now." Miao Di nodded respectfully.

"Well, thank you for your hard work during this period. But it's worth it. When I take control of this country, you are the number one hero." Hunterlaer said calmly.

After meeting Murdy, Hunteral came to the restaurant, where a graceful black lady sat on a chair, wearing an expensive ring-shaped shawl, "Come and enjoy the food."

"Sorry, suddenly something needs to be dealt with." The servant behind him pulled open the chair, Hunteral sat on the chair, staring at the woman opposite him, and praised, "Didina, you are very beautiful today."

"You are a little abnormal today. I am not a three-year-old. Our son is already twenty years old." The black lady smiled.

She knew that her marriage with her husband was originally a political cooperation. If Hunterlaer hadn't taken a fancy to her royal blood, how could he be so polite to herself?

Hunterlas's attitude towards him was on the surface, but in fact he was just a disguise. As for his calmness and elegance, he was just a false appearance.

"By the way, when will Charlitt be back?" Hunterlaer quickly changed the subject, picked up the red wine glass, and sipped it.

"It should be coming soon, I'll call to ask." Didina took out her phone and ran into the restaurant with a hot body.

"I'm sorry, father and mother, I was a few minutes late. After class, I discussed a difficult problem with my classmates and wasted some time." The young man in jeans and a leather jacket. He secretly spit out the chewing gum in his mouth and said with a smile.

When the young man turned his eyes to Hunteral, he had an instinctive fear. He originally thought that his father was not at home today as usual, so he had a party with a few friends. It had been a long time since he received news from Didina, so he rushed back in a hurry that his clothes were not changed.

He knew that his father hated his street dress the most, and he looked like a civilian.

Hunterlaer glanced at the boy's clothes dissatisfiedly, frowned and said to his wife: "I asked Charlit's tutor yesterday that Charlit's homework has been bad recently, he often skipped school, and even fought privately with people who were not quarrels."

Seeing that his father was blaming him, Charlit's expression became very ugly. He stood by the table and did not dare to sit down. He looked at his mother for help.

"Chalitt is still a child and should give him enough freedom. If you want to tie his hands and feet, that will only make him restrain his hands and feet." Didina whispered, "There is no need to keep his spirits so tight."

Hunteral waved his hand unhappily and said angrily: "Didina, you should know whom I am working hard for now. Charlit has noble royal blood flowing, and he is the one who is destined to be a king. Your education for him is so casual now, how can you make him a qualified king?"

Didina suddenly said with some angrily, "Becoming a king? That's not Charlit's idea, nor my wish, but your ambition, right?"

Hunteral threw the wine glass to the ground and said in a cold tone: "From today, I will be confined to Charlitz, and you, don't go out if there is nothing important."

After saying that, Hunterlaer turned around and left the restaurant and walked towards the stairs.

Didina looked at Charliet with guilt, and saw her son lowering his head and not speaking, she said with distress: "I'm sorry, dear Charliet."

Charlitt angrily glanced at Hunterlaer's back as he left, "What's wrong with you? Why are you always apologizing? It's me who is wrong, it's him who is wrong, it's definitely not you."

Didina said resentfully: "Because I feel sorry for you. I want you to live an ordinary life, but I can't do anything."

Seeing Didina in pain, Charlitt flashed in his eyes, walked to Didina, hugged her body, and said softly: "Mom, I have grown up, I should protect you. One day, I will take you out of this golden bird cage and breathe the air freely." Charlitt leaned into his mother's ear and said emotionally.

Didina's eyes were filled with tears, and a grinned smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Son, I believe in you."

"Let's start eating, oh, today you specially prepared Brady for me, I think I can eat so much by myself." Charlitt sat down and started eating happily.

The Brady and Northeast stews in South Africa are similar, and the ingredients are also rich and diverse. The tender lamb, coupled with the flowering plants produced in South Africa, grow only in winter, are very popular with secret spices.

The delicious food on the tip of the tongue can make the mother and son temporarily forget about difficulties and depression.

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After leaving the mansion, poor Miaodi began to work hard again. He was very angry at the moment, hating Nicholas who went back on his word, also hating those visitors from China, and even more hating Hunteral, the harsh boss.

But now he could only obediently execute Hunter Lar's orders and try every means to kill the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Miao Di now retreated behind the scenes and helped Hunter Lar deal with some hidden things. Before that, he was not only a famous lawyer, but also had many ways to kill and silence people.

He grew up in the chaotic old street of Hilbrough, which is a paradise for illegal immigrants such as Nigeria, Zimbabwe, and Kenya. At the peak, there were twenty murders in the Hill tribe neighborhood in a day, but only one local was arrested. South African police also had to team up to dare to enter this neighborhood.

Murdy had to call a few old friends to get them from the old street of Hilbrough in Johannesburg to Tswane. Compared with the so-called mercenaries, these desperate people who came out of the market were easier to control, and when things were over, they would be more likely to lurk and hide clues.

Half a day later, several black men in suits came to an inconspicuous bar. Miaodi had been waiting for them for a long time and waved to them. These black men often solved some troubles for decent people. Hunterla's ability to make a fortune also has something to do with them. When they meet politicians who are not incest, they ask them to assassinate them. The cost is not high, but the effect is very good.

These black people are familiar with these things and are not difficult at all.

"Hotel map, plastic gloves, silent pistols, cars for corpses, and chemicals for cleaning blood, are all ready." Murdy said in a low voice, "You have to perform the mission tonight."

"So urgent?" The black people were very idle and didn't like this very urgent task.

Miao Di smiled slightly, took out an aluminum alloy suitcase from his feet, opened the lock, and pushed it down before the other party, "This is just a down payment, it's all US dollars. After you complete the task, there will be another final payment."

The black man in the lead did not expect that he would have so much commission this time, and his eyes showed greed, "No problem, we will work tonight."

As expected, as I expected, as long as I gave enough money, these old friends had no reason to not obey their arrangements. Miao Di reminded: "This time the target is a member of the China Visitor Group. He has professional bodyguards around him, so you should be very cautious in your actions."

The black man was a little surprised and said, "No wonder he gave so many commissions. It turned out that he was against the Chinese." In South Africa, Chinese are an inactive group, not only united, but also strictly protected by the government.

"What? Are you scared?" Miao Di deliberately used aggressive methods. These old friends were brave enough, but their IQ and EQ were not enough.
Chapter completed!