The Dragon King is released from prison

Groot didn't say anything about Qi Tian's confidence, because he knew that the man next to him was much stronger than the godfather of the Mafia, and the reason they came here was just to do a business.

The hotel is located halfway up the mountain, but in fact, the entire mountain is within the hotel.

From the moment you come up from the foot of the mountain, both sides of the road belong to the hotel garden.

After checking in, you can take the elevator to the top of the mountain, where there is an infinity pool. There are parties every night and it is very lively.

You can see people from all over the world, of all skin colors, men and women, old and young, partying by the swimming pool.

The embedded speakers were playing dynamic music. Qi Tian and Grote were wearing beach pants, lying on the large lounge chairs, enjoying the cold beer in their hands.

"That's how life should be, right?" Grote seemed to be enjoying it and he was very relaxed.

As the current patriarch of the Grote family, Grote is definitely one of the people at the top of the world, absolutely!

Groot is the kind of person who can shake Europe with just a stomp of his feet, but now he is truly relaxed and staying with Qi Tian. The sense of security Groot feels is indescribable. Even though he is surrounded by elite bodyguards and is in his own manor, Groot is still worried about danger.

But at this moment, in the Mafia's territory, without any bodyguards around him, Grote did not have that worry.

"Life is good, but it shouldn't be just like this." Qi Tian was very satisfied. "We need to pursue something in life. We can't just enjoy ourselves, because we can never enjoy ourselves enough. Groot, do you know what we will pursue when we reach the end of our enjoyment?"

Grote thought for a moment and tentatively answered, "Seeking excitement?"

Most extreme sports enthusiasts are people who have no worries about food and drink, at least 99 percent of them are like this.

Qi Tian shook his head: "It's immortality, so people always have to find something to do, otherwise they will pursue illusory things."

"We have an emperor in Yanxia, ​​known as the greatest emperor in history. He unified the six kingdoms, and made all the carts in the same gauge, writing system, customs, territory, weights and measures, and currency the same. He had supreme power, and his life reached the absolute pinnacle. But in the end, he still died with the greatest regret and unwillingness."

"It is because what he can see is no longer enough to desire. What he desires is illusory and invisible."

"So, we have to do something. Blindly enjoying ourselves will make people unable to bear it mentally."

Groot thought for a moment and said, "Qi, I can't understand what you mean, but I will try to understand. After all, the Groot family has too many troubles waiting for me to solve. It seems that I haven't had time to enjoy myself yet."

"You are already pursuing it." Qi Tian smiled, clinked glasses with Groot, and then drank the wine in the glass.

Grote sat up, lit a cigar, and looked at the swimming pool in front of him. "Look at that. It's the Godfather's youngest son. It should be the youngest son. God knows how many descendants the Godfather has. You know, here, he can marry countless wives. That man is a trouble to everyone on this island. His name is Alger."

"Alger really wants to prove that he is different from his brothers and sisters, so his style of doing things is more flamboyant."

Qi Tian looked over and saw that Alger was in his early twenties, standing at the edge of the swimming pool, in high spirits. A group of men and women surrounded him. At first glance, the women were all those with hot bodies and beautiful looks, wearing bikinis, generous and enthusiastic.

Alger took a money gun in his hand and sprayed it towards the sky. Large pieces of money fell like rain, causing screams and cheers.

Everyone started spraying champagne and having a great time. The passion of young people was undoubtedly displayed at this moment.

Fireworks bursting in the distance mean the party is about to begin.

“In fact, logically speaking, I’m not much older than them, but I don’t seem to have such passion, not when I was their age.” Groot sighed and looked to the side, “Oh Qi, you are about the same age as them, you can also party.”

"Me?" Qi Tian smiled, "I don't seem to feel anything."

"That's right. Your passion doesn't belong here. The fireworks on the island of the American Empire are much more gorgeous than this." Grote smiled.

As the two chatted, a young woman came over with a bottle of champagne.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Groot said, "Kids, don't hurt innocent people. There is a large open space next to it."

But obviously, Grote's reminder did not have any effect. After a while, champagne was sprayed over again, and there was more than one person, and it seemed that it was sprayed specifically towards this side.

"Children, I warn you, don't do this kind of thing, go play somewhere else."

Grote waved again.

As the patriarch of the Grote family, even if the Godfather was here, Grote could still have a conversation with him on an equal footing. He was already trying to control his temper by scolding him at this moment.

However, these young men and women who usually hang out with Alger have become accustomed to being willful, and they know Alger's identity and that this is the territory of the Mafia.

"Hey man, we're having a party, okay?"

Alger walked over with his arms open.

At the same time, following behind Alger was a group of men and women.

"Come on!" Alger cheered, "Let them feel the charm of our party!"

When Alger finished speaking, the group of people all held champagne and sprayed it at Grote.

If you occasionally spray champagne at a party, it's just fun, but if everyone holds champagne and sprays it at one person, it's an insult.

The young men and women laughed, with excitement on their faces, shook the champagne in their hands, and then released their thumbs from the bottle.

The moment the champagne splashed out, Alger's face was filled with a wild smile.

Qi Tian suddenly pounced on Groot and pinned him to the ground.

Champagne sprayed out in large amounts, obscuring the view.

The champagne sprayed on the face, leaving people no chance to breathe.

However, this situation did not last long.

There was a scream and the champagne stopped spraying.

"Something happened! Something happened!"

"Who did this! Hurry up! Something happened!"

The young men and women who had originally surrounded Grote all dispersed.

Only then did Groot see that there was a body floating in the huge infinity pool. It was Alger!

At this moment, there was a bloody hole in Alger's head. He was shot dead!

Alger, the youngest son of the mafia godfather, died in his own hotel!