The pair of charming and colorful eyes, as if they were women, bent gently, like a crescent moon in the night, but the luster in the eyes was extremely deep, like an abyss that could not be reached, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Now we are the only one here. Just say whatever you have!"

Xiao Yang's face was solemn, but his tone seemed to be light and said calmly.

"I am worthy of being a descendant of the Xiao family. It is rare to be able to maintain such calmness under such circumstances!"

Angison praised her, but her face was still covered with a faint smile, "I know that Mr. Xiao was entrusted by the Han military force this time and came to thoroughly investigate the stolen information! But Mr. Xiao only knows one of the roots of this, but not the other!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yang's brows frowned a little deeper, and his eyes stared at Angison.

"In fact, the people who sneaked into the secret base of the camp of the Han imperial capital this time were not people with the American military power, but the Yiren organization!"

Such a thing really surprised Xiao Yang, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes.

According to common sense, there is a potential boundary between spiritual power practitioners and ordinary people, that is, things between the two worlds do not interfere with each other. This is true in the Han Dynasty, and I think this should be true in the United States!

Moreover, even the most advanced weapons developed by the Han Military Power Institute do not pose any threat to powerful people with spiritual cultivation. What is the intention of the American Instant People Organization?

This made Xiao Yang puzzled and had to stare at Angsen in front of him with a good look, waiting for him to answer the questions.

But Angison's sharp gaze seemed to see through Xiao Yang's thoughts. His sharp mouth curled up, and the smile on his pretty face was even more complicated. His words turned, "I think Mr. Xiao should be familiar with the American Indigenous Organization, right?"

What does this guy mean?

Xiao Yang's brows were tightly twisted together, and his eyes were staring at Angison with bright eyes.

He found that Angison looked like he was wearing a watch case, and this watch case was impeccable and seamless, and there was no way to see through this guy through this coat.

"There have been two fights! It's not familiar!" Xiao Yang responded in a deep voice.

"Haha, but it seems that Mr. Xiao is really unfamiliar with it. Otherwise, after hearing me say that this matter is related to the Yiren Organization, I should be afraid!"

Angison smiled sarcastically, and his words seemed to be mocking, or there was something else.

But Xiao Yang felt that Angicen was a strong opponent and dared not make any guesses easily.

Angison took out a cigarette from his suit pocket. He just held the cigarette to his mouth, but he didn't light it with a lighter. Then he curled his lips and took the cigarette back into the suit pocket. "It seems that some things are enough to be satisfied!"

Of course, Xiao Yang knew in his heart that Angison's series of actions were not simple, but more like conveying a message to him.

Suddenly, Angison's expression suddenly became serious, as if he changed his face in an instant, and he said seriously: "Xiao Yang, if you don't want to die here, or don't want to see Qiao Ling'er die here, then hurry up and leave the United States!"

After speaking, Angison's face returned to his previous smile, put his hands in the pocket of his trousers, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "I have told you what it should be said. As for how to decide... it depends on yourself!"
Chapter completed!