'Snapped!'
An extremely loud slap was heard in the lobby of the Hellfire Club, causing all the guests to cover their mouths in fear and also attracting the attention of the security guard on duty.
"You, what are you doing!" Griff held his injured left cheek and looked at Caesar angrily. A large swell quickly formed on his red face.
"Nothing. I remember you looked at me just now and I was very upset, so I slapped you to vent my anger."
Caesar said this as a matter of course, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe the palm of his hand that had been slapped.
Griff's eyes were blazing with fire, and he angrily said, "Are you deliberately humiliating me? Do you know who I am?!"
"No, no, I'm not targeting you alone."
Caesar threw away his handkerchief and said calmly, "I'm saying that you and the two people behind you are all garbage. You polluted my eyes. Please get out of my sight right now!"
As soon as these extremely arrogant words were uttered, the entire Hellfire Club hall was in an uproar.
Chapter 522 The World of Mutants
The social skills of upper-class celebrities are often one thing on the surface and another in secret. On the surface, they are friendly and polite to you, but behind the scenes they use all means to scheme against you.
For example, on a dating platform like Hellfire Club, guests will show some mercy to each other and will not offend each other to death.
And today happens to be an exception.
There was no other reason, just because I didn't like you, so I slapped you in front of everyone.
Caesar still kept smiling gently. If Griff's face had not been red and swollen, the guests next to him would have thought it was all an accident.
His calm yet arrogant words made the guests gasp, and even Mora in the corner of the hall was stunned.
“This is an opportunity…”
When Maura saw the security guards surrounding Caesar, she suddenly came to her senses. She quickly got up from the sofa and went to Colonel Hendry's private room.
At this time, everyone in the hall focused on Caesar, and naturally no one noticed Mora's actions.
"how?"
Caesar glanced at Mora's back, like a dandy who refused to give in even when he was right. Without waiting for Griff, whose face was red with anger, to speak, he continued to ask, "I told you that you are trash, and you still don't accept it?"
"I'm going to kill you, you little bastard. I'm definitely going to kill you!"
Griff couldn't bear it any longer, his hair and beard exploded with anger, and he pounced on Caesar who was standing in front of him.
Caesar neither dodged nor defended, as if he was looking at a clown. When Griff was one centimeter away from him, several tall and mighty security guards suddenly rushed out and held Griff's limbs, preventing him from moving at all.
"What are you doing? You caught the wrong guy! It's him, he's the one causing trouble! Do you know who I am?" Griff's eyes were bloodshot, he struggled forward desperately, screaming heartbreakingly, but he couldn't break free from the security guard's restraints with his own strength.
The security guard wearing sunglasses remained indifferent and pinned Griff to the ground.
"I leave it to you. I don't want to see him again tonight." Caesar ignored him and turned sideways to the supervisor who came hurriedly.
The pot-bellied supervisor wiped the sweat off his face and nodded quickly, "Yes, Your Excellency. I'm really sorry, but tonight's meal is free. I hope you can have fun."
Caesar nodded slightly and walked towards the sofa in the hall. The onlookers consciously made way for him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Griff. It's not that the club doesn't respect you. It's because you offended someone you shouldn't have offended." The supervisor looked at Griff, shook his head regretfully, and ordered the two security guards, "Send him out of Las Vegas."
"Duke... Duke?" Griff had already given up resisting and muttered to himself, his face pale and bloodless.
If a dispute occurs in a club like this, the security guards are not policemen and will not care who is right or wrong. Whoever has a higher status is right. And how can a mere Italian ambassador be compared with a duke of a great country
Caesar returned to his seat on the sofa, but Maura, disguised as a girl, was nowhere to be seen.
"Have you sneaked in?" Caesar smiled indifferently, sat on the sofa, picked up the wine glass and continued to taste the wine, but his eyes narrowed slightly and looked towards Colonel Hendry's private room.
The azure eyes glowed with light, and the curtain that originally blocked the vision was pierced by Superman's eyesight, and everything inside was suddenly visible.
Caesar saw clearly that the private room was empty. He focused his eyes and used his perspective to see what was behind the wall of the room.
There was a very hidden dark room in the private room, and behind the wall was a study. On the desk in the study were various world maps and intelligence files. Mora, who had sneaked in, was squatting beside the desk, twisting her round hips and skillfully flipping through the cabinet to find the intelligence file book.
"This method... CIA?" Caesar shook his head and thought to himself. At this moment, Mora in the dark room seemed to hear a strange noise and looked towards a dark room deeper in the study.
"Hmm?" Caesar's expression changed and he looked over.
Although the deepest room is a dark room, it is spacious, luxuriously decorated, and equipped with comfortable conference tables and chairs.
Inside the second dark room.
The White Queen sat with a middle-aged man, and a non-mainstream young man dressed in a suit sat on a high chair nearby and drank alone. Colonel Hendry, the invited guest, sat on the other side of the three with his legs crossed.
The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to Colonel Hendry about something. The negotiations failed and both of them had unhappy expressions on their faces.
Caesar released some of the limitations of his superhuman hearing ability, and the sounds of conversations through several walls came into his ears.
Colonel Hendry looked at the middle-aged man and sneered, "Mr. Shang, you want me to change my mind and agree to deploy missiles in Turkey. This is basically impossible. You and I should know that once missiles are deployed in Turkey, the Soviet Union will definitely take action. If a war between the two countries is triggered, it will not be something you and I can be responsible for."
"Colonel, don't jump to conclusions too quickly." Shang's face turned slightly colder.
"Then there's nothing to talk about." Colonel Hendry frowned and vigilantly reached for the pistol at his waist.
"Let's try a different way of negotiating." Shang clapped his hands.
When the non-mainstream youth heard the prompt, he immediately stood up, stretched out his left hand, and a whirlwind appeared on his palm. As the rotating wind body continued to grow, it evolved into a small tornado.
"What... did you put in my drink?!"
Colonel Hendry stood up in horror, mistakenly thinking that the other party had placed something there, which gave him a strange hallucination.
The non-mainstream youth thrust his hand forward, and the whirlwind moved forward, sucking Colonel Hendry into it, throwing him three or four meters high, and then making him fall heavily on the sofa.
Colonel Hendry struggled to get up, took out his pistol and shot at Shang, but the White Queen stood up and stood in front of Shang, her body turning into a sparkling diamond.
"Ding-ding-ding!"
The bullet landed on the White Queen's diamond body, splashing only a few sparks without causing any damage at all.
Colonel Hendry opened his mouth in despair, his pistol fell out of his hand, and he obviously gave up resistance.
"It's amazing, isn't it? A superpower derived from genetic mutation." Shang looked at him with a smile. In the face of absolute strength, all power and wealth are false.
Colonel Hendry was silent and leaned submissively on the sofa, knowing that he could not resist the mutants among humans.
"Where's the Azazo demon?" Shang asked.
The White Queen tilted her head and blew a sharp and loud whistle.