Strong duel

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At noon of the next day, Jing Ze and Leng Hanye were already at an altitude of 8000 meters.

Fly towards the mysterious continent Europe located in the northwest of the Eastern Hemisphere.

When they arrived in the evening, there were already three stretched limousines waiting there. Men in all black suits were lined up on both sides. The one in the middle bowed his head respectfully, and the gray suit was properly worn on his body. , rigorous and meticulous.

"Owner."

"Ah."

Leng Hanye passed him and walked directly towards the first car, the latter hurriedly followed, opened the car door respectfully for him, and let Leng Hanye inside.

"Who is this?"

Wang Zi, who had already sat in the main driver, asked suspiciously, the level requirements in the organization are very strict, no one has ever been able to ride in the same car as Leng Hanye here.

"Hi, beauty with facial paralysis, my name is Jing Ze, and I'm currently single..." Jing Ze gave him a charming look.

The former drove the car without looking sideways, and didn't care about him at all. The owner acquiesced that this person could sit here without saying a word, and he didn't care about other things.

This made Jingze very depressed, it's no wonder he didn't suffocate to death with this group of paralyzed faces.

He stretched out his arms boredly and looked at the scenery outside. Rows of towering trees hurriedly receded, and the car moved towards the depths of the forest. A majestic old castle was shaded by these dense forests.

After getting out of the car, Jingze took a deep breath, well, the air is just right.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the majestic buildings in front of him. The medieval castle stood there unmoving, exuding a solemn, ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Its appearance did not look as gorgeous as a church, and it was silent among the hustle and bustle of modern times. middle.

But Jing Ze knew that this place had the world's most advanced technological facilities, the strongest and most secure defense system, and the most terrifying and bloody killers beyond count.

The stone steps paved with polished marble stretch to the hollow carved gate leading to the castle.

Like the people in front, the bodyguards in uniform stood neatly on both sides. Jing Ze followed Leng Hanye up the stairs. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the motionless bodyguards standing upright. Although they tried their best to restrain their breath, Jing Ze Ze still smelled the bloody smell of killing from them, which was the aura achieved only after undergoing countless blood training.

NK can achieve today's achievements, and its strength should not be underestimated. It can be seen from the people who came out to meet him. Jing Ze believes that the real strength of NK is the countless killers hidden in the dark.

Pass through the long city corridor and step into the palace-like hall, all you can see are dazzling enamel paintings and lifelike marble relief paintings, luxurious and complicated European decoration, the whole hall is luxurious but elegant, modern Combined with the ancient atmosphere, it is solemn and gorgeous.

Standing in the hall were several men with outstanding looks. They all had different looks, but they all looked at Leng Hanye who was approaching him respectfully and happily.

"master."

"Brother Leng." The boy who looked like Cheng Yue called him with a sweet smile.

"Ah."

Leng Hanye responded lightly, and waved his hand to signal to sit down, while he himself sat on the main sofa in the middle.

Jing Ze was thinking about where he would be most comfortable to sit, because Leng Hanye left him alone and didn't ask him to sit down at all, and the others also ignored him, the master didn't say anything, how dare they greet him.

He glanced around, um, the place where Leng Hanye was sitting was definitely the most comfortable, and he just raised his foot to walk towards him.

A crisp sound broke into the ears.

"father!"

A chubby body flew towards him, Jing Ze quickly caught it, "Ah, baby, why are you so fat?"

He happily kissed his precious son, pinched Xiaobao's pink and tender face and sighed.

As soon as Xiaobao heard it, his big watery eyes blinked twice, and his tear glands opened, "Wow! When you come here, you say that I have gained weight, and I ignore you! Woohoo, bad dad."

"Hey, how old are you, little guy, are you still crying, are you ashamed? Do you miss your father?"

When Xiaobao heard this, his round face turned red. He wiped his nose and tears shamelessly, of course he wiped his father's clothes.

Holding his father's neck with his little hands, he said softly, "Think."

Jing Ze was surprised, when did this little ancestor know how to be shy?

He put Xiaobao down, poked his chubby belly, pinched his chubby little face, and cast a sidelong glance at Leng Hanye, "Tsk, this guy has raised you well."

"Uncle Leng."

The little guy broke free from Jingze's embrace, and slipped into Leng Hanye's embrace, pursing his lips in an expression of reluctance.

Jing Ze didn't know why, so he looked at his precious son who was being affectionate and coquettish in Leng Hanye's arms, and suddenly didn't want to see him.

"My little ancestor, why are you ignoring Dad?"

Xiaobao pursed his mouth, with crystal clear teardrops hanging in his eye sockets, he said aggrievedly, "You haven't come to me for so long, hum! Ignore you."

Uh, Jing Ze rubbed his forehead with some headaches, he knew this little guy would definitely care.

He walked over and squatted in front of Leng Hanye, looked at Xiaobao in his arms and said softly, "Dad is too busy recently, so I don't have time to see you, and I won't in the future, Xiaobao won't be angry, okay?"

At this time, Jing Ze seemed like a guilty father.

The six-year-old Xiaobao was already somewhat sensible. Seeing his father's depressed mood, he slid off Leng Hanye's lap, threw himself into Jingze's arms, and burst into tears, "Don't be sad, Dad. I just miss Dad."

Jing Ze patted Xiaobao's back distressedly, no matter how naughty he is, he is just a child who needs the love of his parents, and he will miss and feel sad after being away from his father for so long.

"Cheng Le took them down to rest."

Leng Hanye patted Xiaobao's head and ordered.

Jing Ze, who was arguing with his son, looked around at the group of people sitting upright, knowing that they might have something to discuss, so he carried Xiaobao and left the hall led by Cheng Le.