From Prisoner to Si Chen

Gillan and Miss Didier returned to the box.

The two chatted for a while, and the other young people tentatively came forward to chat and join in the conversation.

Facing Gilan, they gave up their past prejudices and regarded him as a target that they could interact with on an equal footing, so they wanted to build a good relationship.

But Gilan showed little interest and only responded with a few words in a coping style.

Not long after.

Renohan also came.

Except for Cordell, the other young people were extremely welcoming. Especially Miss Osara, her face turned red when she saw him, and she quickly stepped forward to say hello.

"Mr. Renault."

Osara was shy but took the initiative to reach out her hand.

Renault was startled, then took the girl's hand with a smile, lowered his head and touched her knuckles with his lips.

"We meet again, Miss Osara."

He smiled politely.

Osara seemed very happy and simply stayed by his side.

Reno An didn't take it seriously either, turned to the crowd and said:

"Long time no see, everyone. I'm really busy with my internship at the military department during this time."

Miss Didier took the opportunity to tease and said:

"Osara came here specifically to see you this time."

Renohan was a little surprised, and then heard France praise:

"We all watched your game just now. It was very exciting."

"Compared to Mr. Gillan, I'm far behind."

Lenoir shook his head with a wry smile and looked to the side of the young man in black coat.

"Oh, right." He suddenly remembered something again and said to Gillan: "The champion of every competition and the owner of 'Silver Lizard', Viscount Loben Fasol, will send out an invitation to a private dinner. Mr. Gillan, have you received it? ?"

Ji Lan was about to shake his head.

Outside the door, a girl who looked like a waiter appeared.

She smiled and bowed respectfully to everyone, then strode up to Ji Lan and handed over a dark red and gold-plated invitation letter with both hands.

"Mr. Gillan, the boss invites you to attend the private dinner tonight. It is specially held for you. Many guests will be present. The time and place are stated in the letter. I hope you can attend on time."

Ji Lan secretly said that he finally came.

He took the invitation and thanked the young waitress.

The young people present all cast slightly envious glances at him.

Although Viscount Robben's title is not high, he is also a very important figure in the capital, and he is especially close to several senior generals in the Imperial Military.

Although they, the younger generation of aristocratic children, have a distinguished status, they are still far inferior to the older aristocrats who have real power and even a strong base of power.

The title and power of the father's generation belong to the father's generation and have nothing to do with them for the time being.

If you really want to meet Viscount Luoben, every one of them must bow their head respectfully and say hello, not daring to offend him.

The two sides are not on the same level yet.

Therefore, receiving a private dinner invitation from Viscount Robben was a sign of goodwill. When you integrate into a larger and higher-level circle, the status you can obtain will be different.

But Gillan didn't care about these twists and turns.

He opened the dark red and gold invitation letter and lowered his eyes for a glance.

Above, in addition to the words of congratulations and praise written by Viscount Robben, is the location where the dinner will be held: No. 14, Shahla Street, North Muse, Victory Manor (the former site of the former Victory Winery).

Dinner start time: 8pm sharp (please arrive half an hour in advance).

Finished reading.

Ji Lan closed the letter and her eyes were deep.

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night.

Twenty-five minutes past seven.

North Muse West Zone, Shahla Street.

This is a relatively remote neighborhood, but there are many old villas and manors with a history of dozens or hundreds of years, which are the properties of some established nobles.

Victory Manor at No. 14.

It was originally a red wine manor, and the "Shahra wine" produced was very popular decades ago. It was among the highest-end red wines in the capital city of Muse, and was loved by the upper class.

However, with the promulgation of "Prohibition", the winery was banned, and after being renamed, it became Victory Manor.

Of course, as the second owner who bought this manor, Viscount Robben kept a considerable number of out-of-print "Shahra" privately. This is also a handy and very effective gift when he interacts with the powerful and dignitaries in his circle.

At this time, in the manor, a large villa was brightly lit, with many exquisite high-end carriages and black cars parked at the door.

A tall figure wearing a black coat and a black top hat walked slowly along the stone road outside the manor fence.

Gillan paused in front of the gate of the manor.

Holding on to the brim of his hat, he glanced at the illuminated villa from a distance.

He silently took out the short-barreled revolver from his waist, opened the magazine with a click, and checked the ammunition situation. Under the light of the street lamp, six yellow bullets were lying quietly inside.

It's just that the surface of these bullets seems to be exuding a dark green coating luster, showing a somewhat evil connotation.

This is the 9mm round-headed bullet that Gillan used to quench the "filthy pus" he traded from Windmill Cat.

With an expressionless face, Jilan pressed back the bullet chamber, put away the gun, and walked in.

Not long after he entered.

Five figures slowly walked out of an alley at the corner of the street.

The leader has wavy blond hair and an enchanting figure. He wears half a rabbit mask on his face and plush rabbit ears on his head.

It was "Miss Rabbit".

Beside her, stood four tall men in trench coats.

Each wore a wide-brimmed short hat, and a black high collar blocked his face, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly. The four of them put their hands in the outer pockets of their windbreakers and remained silent.

"After Gilan Iros leaves the manor after attending the dinner, you will find an opportunity to intercept him in the middle."

Miss Rabbit's voice was cold and could not be refused.

"There's no way he's going to leave this neighborhood alive tonight."

"No problem, Miss Rabbit."

One of the men in trench coat made a hoarse sound from under the brim of his hat.

The bunny-faced girl nodded.

Although she clearly knew that Jilan was a master of fighting and staff skills, she still had enough confidence in the four black-collar deacons around her.

As the secret executive within the July Baptist Church, the Black Collar Deacon also possesses the strength of a master. He is not a "quasi-master" with only physical fitness and fighting skills, but a real master who has mastered secret skills!

Moreover, the black-collar deacon has undergone ritual grafting within the esoteric sect and possesses a certain amount of mysterious power.

With the four of them joining forces, any master in the capital would be devastated.

She temporarily suspended the plans for the other two lines, and under pressure from within the church, forcibly dispatched four black-collar deacons, just to kill the obstructive blond young man tonight.

The other party has seriously hindered the layout of the secret sect and must die.

Moreover, by taking advantage of this dinner party and letting him die suddenly nearby, he could also blame Viscount Luoben, disturbing people's ears and confusing the public.

"Ghirlan Yiros, huh..."

Under Miss Rabbit's half-mask, her bright red lips were smiling.