Old Carl opened his mouth and looked quietly at the slightly younger second young master in front of him.

He had been away from home for many years and had little contact with the second young master of the family. The old earl rarely talked about the second young master in front of him.

His previous impression of the Second Young Master was that he was mediocre, had no ambitions, and was very much like a prodigal son.

But at this moment, the second young master suddenly gave him a very strange feeling. The second young master of the Hill family was different from all other members of the Hill family!

When danger was imminent, he actually let a servant of his family escape first? !

Is this still a noble?

Is this still the style of the Hill family...the vigorous and decisive family of border earls?

Old Carl looked at Allen's eyes that made people dare not question him, and said with a moving throat: "I understand, Second Young Master! I will find a place to live, and I will contact my family again in a month from now!"

…

Returning to the ground floor from the darkroom, Alan watched Old Carl move the bookcase and block the secret passage again. He glanced at Old Carl's office. It was messy, and looked like the office of a somewhat unkempt auto repair shop owner, just as it should be.

"Master! Are you going back to the hotel now?"

Old Carl's way of addressing Allen changed from subconsciously emphasizing Allen's ranking to now naturally calling him "Young Master". There is only one word difference, but even he himself did not realize the feeling behind it.

"No rush... Prepare something for me. Is there any good stuff related to the Fox family? It would be best if it came from a local gang, and it would be best if it has a mark."

Watching Alan make an "eight" gesture with his right hand.

Old Carl understood immediately, thought for a moment and said, "There is really no stuff related to the Fox family. There are not many things related to local gangs. There are seven short ones and only two long ones. I wonder if they are enough?"

"That's enough! Send it to my car. I'm leaving now. Hurry and pack. I can still stay in Swansea for one more night. You can leave tonight."

"clear!"

Old Carl lowered his head and watched Alan turn the small iron door of the office and go out.

…

"Master! What are they carrying?"

Xiao Shitou stayed obediently in the driver's seat, looking through the rearview mirror at Alan who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat of the car.

He was a little curious today. The young master brought him to this place and asked them to stay in the car and not ask too many questions.

"Let's go back to the hotel!"

Alan heard a muffled sound as the trunk of the car was closed, and saw Old Carl secretly making an OK gesture to him.

…

Old John's Crazy City is located in the east of Swansea. The overall decoration style is a bit like the old-fashioned KTVs in the remote suburbs of fifth- and sixth-tier cities in China during the era when Alan lived.

The Roman columns at the entrance seem very imposing.

But from the perspective of an experienced person, it feels like this thing exudes a strong sense of rusticity.

The interior is decorated in an extremely old style, with wood-colored imitation wood grain tiles, red furry wallpaper on the walls, and some fake oil paintings hanging every few steps.

The lobby on the first floor has a service desk as soon as you enter the door. You have to go around the service desk to get to the main hall, and inside is the lobby on the first floor with a large dance floor in the middle.

Above the second floor, there are private rooms of varying sizes.

It was past six in the afternoon and the usually bustling Old John Crazy City was quiet today.

Four yellow-skinned bodyguards with Asian looks stood at the door with vigilant looks on their faces.

In the largest private room on the second floor, there is a large old-fashioned TV and next to it is a VCR. This thing is used to play videotapes and does not support song requests. You can just sing whatever is played!

An old man with white hair, a hooked nose, and looking a bit like a vulture, was sitting cross-legged on a large purple sofa, listening absent-mindedly to the chatter of a round-faced young man next to him.

"Butler Nesri, tell me... will the young earl agree to the price we offer?"

What Jin Zaiyong was holding in his hand was the real estate project that he was going to discuss with Allen this time. The price was really too low, so low that even the capitalists would cry when they saw it.

"Tsk... What little earl? He hasn't officially inherited the title yet. At best, he's just a knight now. He can't keep the Hill family's assets! Instead of letting that prodigal son sell them at a low price, why not use them to do a project together? This is also our master taking care of the younger generation for the sake of the past relationship between the two families."

Nesri, the old butler of the Fox family, was also one of the people who accompanied Jin Zaiyong to see Allen this time.

From his words, it sounded as if the Fox family and the Hill family were old friends, and what Viscount Fox was doing now was just out of kindness to help the younger generation.

"Hiss..." Nesri smiled and nodded to the Korean woman who lit a cigarette for him, and touched her hand.

But he could only touch it once. With his current physical function, he couldn't do anything else.

The Korean woman was wearing heavy makeup and gave Nesri a flattering smile.

…

“Bang, bang, bang!”

"Come in!"

Jin Zaiyong looked at his bodyguard pushing the door open and asked with a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, the guests have arrived. Didn't you specifically tell me to tell you in advance when they arrived?"

"Okay, I got it!"

…

"Butler Nesri, do we need to go and greet him?"

"Ha... no need! You guys talk first, and then you follow my lead."

Due to some information gaps, Nesri's impression of Allen was limited to the description of the eldest daughter in the family a few years ago. Even though he knew that the second young master had gone to serve in the army a few years ago, he did not take him seriously.

…

"Get out of the way! We are the police who provide protection for His Excellency the Earl's trip!"

Rex is a strong white man, about thirty years old, with a stubble on his face and looks extremely fierce.

At this time, Rex was wearing the traditional black uniform of the British police, especially the wide-brimmed hat on his head, which was very funny, with a pointed front and a narrow brim on both sides. On the round hat, a police badge occupied the entire forehead. Looking at the several Koreans who were blocking the road at the gate of Old John's Crazy City, he pushed one of them away fiercely, reached into his pocket, took out his ID, and gestured to them casually.

…

Alan looked at their posture and sneered. He came to the appointment, but there was no one to receive him!

Very arrogant and domineering!

"Come in."

Xiao Shitou, who was standing next to him and acting as Allen's assistant, was holding two boxes, one large and one small, including a very long leather suitcase. He stood sideways in front of Allen.

Following behind them were the four servants and bodyguards they brought from home.

Alan brought four policemen, four bodyguards, and him and Xiao Shitou on this trip, a total of ten people!

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