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After seeing the other party, the mustache quickly bowed ninety degrees.

"The order has been fully settled, fortunately it is not insulting."

Mustache said in English.

"Well done."

The blond man nodded.

"After a while, I will go back to the United States, we don't have enough raw materials."

"As for you, you can leave the rest of the goods alone for the time being, and if there are customers who ask, tell them to wait first."

The blonde man took off the gloves on his hands, took the clothes from the hands of his subordinates on the side, and walked to the makeshift changing room set up on the side to change.

"Yes!"

The mustache also followed to the door of the changing room, still maintaining the bending motion and said.

"When I didn't come back, I hope you can think more about how to add new channels."

"If you can open the channels of Xia Guo, maybe you can become a part of us."

In the changing room, there was the voice of a blond man.

"That

country, can't..." The

mustache straightened up with excitement.

"Okay, I'm not that idiot of Boff, don't use your excuse to deal with Boff."

The blonde man came out of the changing room.

By this time, he had changed into a decent suit and his hair was meticulously combed.

He has gold-rimmed glasses on his eyes and a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth.

He looks like an aristocrat who is about to attend a high-class ball.

"How do I look now, Yamashita?"

"Compared to the so-called handsome student detectives in your country, do you think they are qualified to carry shoes for me?"

The blonde man came out of the changing room with his tie tidy.

"Handsome, anyone will lose his light in front of you, Mr. Radiance."

The mustache sighed sincerely.

This time he no longer lowered his head, but boldly stared at the blond man.

"I've never seen anyone dressed up to attend their funeral."

The mustache said with a smile.

The blonde man who was arranging his tie looked up.

He thought he had misheard.

"You were just saying, ceremony? Or a prom? "

I said,"

Mustache smiled and stretched out his hand, spreading his hands evenly.

"I've never seen anyone dressed up and attended, their own... Funeral. The

last few words, he said word by word.

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and then imitated the etiquette of a gentleman, took off the non-existent hat from the top of his head, circled it in the air, and put it on his chest.

The mustache owes slightly and makes a gentlemanly salute.

"Please go on your way, sir."

Following the signal of the mustache, a group of people walked in from outside with guns.

Some pointed their guns at the staff who were loading cans.

Another group pointed their guns at the blond man.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you going to rebel, Yamashita?"

The blond man's expression was somewhat calm, and he looked at his mustache lightly.

Even if he was pointed at a gun, there was no surprise expression on his face.

He asked lightly, straightening his collar while speaking.

"Obviously, sir, you are leaving, and I am ready to see you off."

Mustache said with a slight smile.

"So, you're well prepared and have an excuse to deal with headquarters."

The blond man asked slowly.

"Yes sir."

Mustache nodded.

The subordinates who pointed the gun at the staff wearing the protective suit immediately raised the gun in their hands.

"Because you were dissatisfied with the external transfer arrangements of the headquarters, you took your subordinates and goods overnight and prepared to escape."

"By the time I found out, it was too late."

"I could only sink the ship and try to salvage some of the cargo."

The mustache said the blonde man's fate script, and then as if remembering something, he suddenly said.

"I forgot to tell you, sir, Boff has married my daughter, so after you leave, the supply channel will still not be affected, and the headquarters will not punish me too much."

"It's really well prepared."

The blond man smiled slightly.

"Come out."

He said into the air.

"Are you calling the personal guard you smuggled onto the island?"

"Maybe they won't respond to you."

Mustache said with a smile.

Looking at the expression of the mustache, the blonde man, who had always been calm, changed his face.

"Come out!"

"Come out!"

He screamed a few more times.

"Damn it!"

"Hahaha."

Mustache laughed out loud.

"Snap!"

He walked up to the blond man, jumped up and slapped the other hard.

The blond man looked down in surprise, looking at this guy who could only reach his chest.

This little dwarf, who has always been humble to the point of excess, dared to punch him in the face?

"You damn monkey..." "

You white pig!"

Before he finished speaking, the mustache jumped up and slapped him again.

His expression was originally humble and respectful, but gradually became crazy.

"Twenty years! It's been twenty years!

"Just with your first team of guards, you want to move the team that I have been operating for twenty years?"

The mustache pointed at the blonde man's nose and cursed.

"Crunching"

suddenly sounded a chewing sound in the cave.

Everyone's gaze subconsciously turned to the side.

On the side, a silver-haired boy wearing a black trench coat suddenly appeared.

The teenager was holding a bucket of popcorn and eating with relish.

See everyone's eyes focused on themselves.

Natsuki blinked.

It seems like...... It's stealth time.

"Go on, don't stop."

Natsuki waved his hand, signaling to leave himself alone.

He stuffed another piece of popcorn into his mouth.

Originally, I was just going to empty the other party's goods and leave, who knew that I would encounter such a good show.

The anti-water war between the son of the island country and the United States, the father of the country.

Natsuki pulled out popcorn on the spot.

With Little Red Riding Hood's reduced sense of existence and stealth, coupled with the fact that both sides of the ghost are making small calculations, Natsuki has not attracted their attention.

Until now....

"Are you?!"

After seeing Natsuki, Mustache reacted.

For Xia Mu, who dared to threaten him, he was naturally very impressed.

Snap.

The two guns turned around and pointed at Natsuki's head.

"This gentleman, if you are willing to help, maybe we can become friends."

"Whether it's goods or money, I can help you, my friend."

After seeing that Natsuki and Mustache were not in the same group, the blond man said with a smile.

Even if he was pointed at by a bunch of guns, he seemed to be very confident from beginning to end.

"Sorry, I hate Yankees."

Boom!

Natsuki took out a cloth bag from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

The cloth bag fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

I don't know what it contains, and it piles up like a hill.

"When I came in just now, they looked at me, I didn't like it, so I sent them to God."

Natsuki kicked lightly, and a few red "watermelons" rolled out of the cloth bag gurgling.