"But!"
“I don’t care about the Mei Kingdom’s army. I really have a way to deal with it.”
The programming veteran thought for a moment and said, "Alright! Be careful! But your friends should come to me now, and I can introduce them to some people."
That works too!
And so, before Sister Yu and Tang Zhijin had even had a chance to warm up at my place, they moved to the programming veterans' place.
I then stood in front of Dyson's villa.
The location is right here.
I called Dyson, and there was a hint of fear in his voice, but he still managed a forced smile:
"Zheng Yang! You really are lucky to be alive."
"Let's talk in person? I'm at your door."
What did you say?
Dyson pulled back the curtains and saw me standing in the doorway.
I could hear his disordered breathing.
"You said yourself that you would treat me to the most expensive red wine."
After I finished speaking, I saw another person, George Vincent.
They really value Dyson!
The door opened, and several bodyguards rushed out and opened the door.
I scanned the group, and they didn't have any guns, not even knives.
Hmm... What are these people up to?
Oh! I see, they're afraid I'll control one of them and shoot it dead.
This is getting interesting.
I just walked in.
Dyson and George Vincent were both sitting on the sofa, with a crowd of people standing behind them.
On the coffee table sits a bottle of Romanée-Conti and a wine glass!
Dyson glared at me with a fierce look.
George Vincent frowned.
"So many people are welcoming me!"
I said this and sat down on the sofa next to me.
"The wine is all set out, shall we open it?"
Dyson grabbed the bottle of liquor and used a corkscrew to open it.
George Vincent said, "Mr. Zheng! There are no permanent enemies in this world. We can discuss everything."
Our Radiant Alliance still wants to be friends with Mr. Zheng.
"Why are you all so nervous? I didn't say I was going to make a move today."
After I finished speaking, I looked around and said, "I'm just here to scout out the place."
"Bang!" Dyson yanked the cork out of the bottle. "Fine! Let's drink then."
Haha! Still putting on a brave face!
I've found that being targeted and constantly waiting to be killed is more agonizing than seeing the assassin appear.
"Splash, splash, splash..."
Dyson's hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even pour the wine properly.
I reached out and snatched the wine away.
They stood up and reached out so quickly that they couldn't even react.
With a "whoosh," everyone around stepped forward.
Even George Vincent leaned forward.
Dyson jumped away with an "Ah!"
I couldn't help but laugh: "Hehe! What's there to be nervous about? I'm just afraid of spilling such good wine."
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