On the west coast of Abu Dhabi, the UAE, a strong black man walked step by step towards the Elder Palace Hotel in the distance.

His steps were very big, which was completely inconsistent with his height of only 1.8 meters. But each step was very stable, leaving deep footprints on the beach.

If you only look at your figure, this black man is not much different from an ordinary black man. But when you see his cheek, you will find that this black man is actually very beautiful.

In everyone's impression, black people are ugly, with thick lips, dark face, and skin that people can't stand at first sight. But this black man is indeed very beautiful. His lips are not very thick, and he is tightly pursed and his chin with soft lines makes him look extremely delicate.

The nose is tall and delicate, and the eyes are like two gems embedded on it, full of lively charm, which makes people unable to help but look at it. The whole face shows the feminine beauty of a feminine woman, which is completely unbalanced with the strong body, causing a strong sensory collision.

Black Pearl? No, this is a demon, a man's body, a woman's face, and an unreliable charm.

Step by step, the charming and strong black man walked along the coastline to the hotel of the Chiefs Palace, looked up and then strode in.

"Miss, I need a room, a palace suite on the sixth floor, and I want this one." The charming black man made a female voice and took out his ID and cash to hand it to the front desk.

Seeing the other person's cheeks, hearing the other person's voice, and then seeing the other person's strong body, the beautiful Arab waiter at the front desk couldn't help but stagnate, staring at his eyes and sinking into petrification.

She had never seen such a person before. This person was so special. Is he a man or a woman?

"I am a man." The charming black man burst into a stunning and charming smile and continued to say in a unique voice of a woman: "Please help me open a palace suite, a suite on the sixth floor, this one, I like this one."

"Oh...yes, sir." The waiter woke up from the petrochemical and opened a room for the other party in a hurry.

While opening the room, she didn't dare to look at the eyes of this charming black man, for fear of being lost again.

"You are very interested in me, are you? Do you want to see clearly whether I am a man or a woman?" After getting the room card, the charming black man smiled and whispered: "I will finish my business at midnight tonight and wait for you in my room. Remember, there is only this opportunity."

After saying that, the charming black man walked towards the sixth-floor suite with a huge bag on his back.

He didn't use the elevator, but chose to take the stairs, not because he felt sorry for the tip, but because he was even faster than taking the elevator.

When he reached the fourth floor, he stopped and stood there and listened.

The third floor has several conference rooms for various conference venues. This venue layout is available in almost every star hotel. As the only eight-star hotel in the world, there are as many as forty conference rooms in the Palace of the Chiefs.

"Gentlemen, ladies, I know you are generous and kind. As devout Islamists, we should spread Islamic love to war-torn Africa, so that all refugees in Africa who are troubled by war, disease, and hunger can feel the merciful care of the only true God... They are confused, have no goals, no direction, and no faith, but they are all sincere, real, honest, and hardworking. When I was praised as the godfather in Kenya, I clearly felt how much they needed a faith to support..."

In the conference room, a voice full of sincerity and extremely emotional was heard. This voice was so anxious, so sincere, expounding faith and interpreting the sufferings of Africa.

The sarcastic black man stood and listened for a while and walked towards the conference room. He saw about dozens of people sitting in the conference room, and a white man on the stage was giving a speech there.

On the wall behind me are temporary shelves, full of poverty in Africa: refugees, drought, disease, war…

"Brutal Marcus." The charming black man made a sound.

At this moment, the person who was giving a speech on the stage glanced at the charming black man and nodded slightly at him without a trace.

The charming black man went back, turned around and left, and walked towards his room.

In the conference room full of rich people in the Middle East, Ding Dong turned his head and looked at the departing black man, then looked at the speech on the stage, left the seat worriedly, and walked towards the room of the seventh floor baby.

In the room, Hou Xiaolan was still struggling to scrape the gold from the toilet and continued to compete with the toilet. The well-deserved toilet lid had been broken by her and could not be covered at all.

But she was still not satisfied and continued to work hard and scratch hard with a knife.

Du Baby completely compromised, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enduring the harsh sound, frowned and thought about the mysterious person. She had a premonition that the mysterious person had arrived, and more than one.

"Tu tu tu..." The knock on the door came.

When he heard the knock on the door, Du Bao immediately walked over to open the door and saw Ding Dong with a worried look on his face.

"What's the situation?" asked Du Baobao.

"We're dead." Ding Dong stared at Du Baobao and said, "Brutal Marcus, and the black and red demon!"

When they heard these two names, the baby squeezed his fists hard, and a strong sense of powerlessness appeared in his eyes.

"There are still people, there must be people!" Du Baby walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window with some anxiety, staring at the sea and sky connection outside and said: "The black and red demon is here, the brutal Marcus is here, and the bad luck in South Africa must have come too!"

In Africa, the two people who are most afraid of talking are two people: South Africa’s bad luck and the black and red monster.

Marcus is second to him, now he is a godfather, a godfather who specializes in charity.

At that time, in Dada Putrajaya, Kenya, the brutal Marcus told the local emperor about the black and red demon and the bad luck of South Africa, which directly scared the other party to the point of being at a loss.

It can be said that the black and red demon and South Africa's bad luck are completely at the same level as the brutal Marcus. No, it is no longer at the same level. Now one of Marcus's arm has been beaten by Xiao Yuanchao, while the black and red demon and South Africa's bad luck have no.

Everyone knows how strong the brutal Marcus is. It is an existence that can fight against the Temple of Kangba alone and win. If Yue Zilong was there at that time, he might not have survived the critical strike of Marcus.

Marcus is here, the black and red demon is here, and the same day comes, and the next is the bad luck of South Africa.

At this moment, the baby was like falling into an ice cellar. She misjudged the mysterious person and misjudged it!

"Maybe Marcus is not..."

"No, he is a mysterious person!" Du Baobao said with great certainty: "The mystery of a mysterious person lies in the concealment of his identity, and in the fact that you don't know that he is a mysterious person at all!"

"What should we do now?" Ding Dong's face turned pale.

They don’t even have the chance to escape now, and in the hands of powerful people like Marcus, they don’t even want to escape!

"Click!"

The closed door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a hoarse voice came.

"Ladies, do you need help? Doom is dedicated to serving you."

A man who wrapped himself in a white cloth walked in with a step, lifting the covered cloth at Du Baobao and Ding Dong, revealing an extremely terrifying cheek.

There are potholes everywhere, bumps everywhere, completely deformed, and all you can see are the holes left by your eyes, nostrils and mouth after severe burns!
Chapter completed!