When George W. Bush woke up, his eyes were completely dark.

There seemed to be someone talking in my ears, and there were sounds of lighters lighting cigarettes and wine glasses clinking.

He shook his head slightly, and the splitting headache reminded him that something had been spiked in the wine he drank tonight.

No, not wine!

If it was wine, there was no way he couldn't taste it.

It was the scent of the wine girl he was holding tonight.

has a problem!

As soon as he moved, the black cloth on his head was taken off, and the dazzling light made his vision go dark. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, and the scene that caught his eye was Vuitton.

Bush and a handsome man drinking and talking.

Vuitton, he is not dead?!

Bush's pupils suddenly shrank, and when he saw the profile of the man opposite him, his heart suddenly tightened.

This profile... is almost exactly the same as that old guy Michael Shelby!

It's Hill Shelby!

What he has always wanted to see but has never been able to see is the current head of the Shelby family.

Bush narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

These two people are his mortal enemies, and naturally nothing good will happen if they get together.

"Weeden, you're not dead."

George W. Bush sneered and shouted. His pair of green eyes were like a wolf in the jungle, glowing dangerously. His English accent was heavy, more Italian, and his gritted teeth sounded like he had a mouthful of phlegm in his mouth.

, which is extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

He moved his neck, "Then you are really calm, you can hide for such a long time, and watch me kill the Bush family members one by one, kill them all, hahaha...

To be honest, have you already wanted to kill them?"

He was laughing and talking, looking like he was crazy.

Weeden Bush was sitting in a wheelchair. He raised his fingers with cold eyes. Immediately, a bodyguard came forward and punched George W. Bush hard on the cheek. The blow caused a mouthful of blood to spurt out, and he even spit out a mouthful of blood.

tooth.

Bush was tied in a chair, and the next second he was shaken by electric shocks, his eyes began to roll up, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

From the beginning to the end, Luo Junheng did not look in his direction, but slowly spat out the circles in his eyes.

Looks like an outsider.

Vuitton raised his hand, and then the bodyguard lifted the switch. Bush was speechless and his lips were trembling.

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby, for leaving the man to me."

Vuitton bent towards Luo Junheng, "Don't worry, I will get rid of the people and won't let the Bush family cause trouble to the Shelby family again. We will be friends from now on, and the past grudges will be wiped out. The Shelby family

If necessary, the Bush family will definitely help with all their resources, and there will no longer be contradictions and conflicts in Area C and the Magic City Castle."

Luo Junheng did not comment, stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, then got up and left with the others.

"Hill Shelby!"

George W. Bush shouted with a trembling voice: "As long as the Bush family is together, the Shelby family will never have peace, hahaha..."

There were sounds of spitting and fighting behind me.

Luo Junheng didn't look back, put on his windbreaker and walked out of the club, walking in the night.

When he was still one meter away from the car, a pair of loud bangs erupted in the sky, and the clubhouse behind him turned into a ball of fire.

It was bombed into rubble.

Luo Junheng stepped in front of the car, took out a lighter in the light of the fire, and lit a cigarette.

"Clean it up."
Chapter completed!