Now, Paul finally understood.
The cold and handsome man in front of him used the ambassador's daughter's affairs as a bargaining chip, hoping to participate in the auction on the black market exchange.
Regardless of whether the ambassador's daughter was real or not, Paul had always been suspicious of this person of unknown origin.
Ronan also knew this, and he couldn't scare the other party with this, so he came up with a second set of excuses.
"I'm here this time not only to save you, but also to save your whole family." It sounds strange at first, just like thanking you for eight generations of ancestors.
Paul licked his gums, feeling a little bit offended.
He pulled up a chair and sat upside down, wanting to see what the handsome guy in front of him was going to do.
Ronan glanced at Paul: "Have you ever heard of the National Paranormal Development Management Association?"
Paul's eyes narrowed and he shook his head, with the attitude of watching a show: "It sounds so high-end."
"You must have seen that superpower organization in movies and TV shows."
"Ah, I've seen it." Paul smiled with a smile on his face, feeling embarrassed in his heart. He wondered if this handsome guy couldn't make it up any more, and he actually got involved with unfounded super powers.
"Just know." Ronan rolled up his sleeves and took out the cursed hammer from the system backpack.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ronan conjured a hammer out of thin air, which aroused the admiration of several men around him.
"This...how is this done?"
"Magic? Brother, you have two brushes. Teach them to me, they can be used to pick up girls." Paul applauded with a playful smile, and the men next to him also agreed.
"Hold on."
Ronan handed the hammer over and asked Paul to hold both ends of the hammer with both hands.
With the opponent's grip tight, he put the hammer into his backpack.
It seems that the hammer disappeared out of thin air.
"Holy crap! Where's the hammer?" The cold touch in his hand suddenly disappeared, shocking Paul.
Ronan didn't respond and looked up at Paul: "Do you think this is a magic prop?"
After that, he took out the hammer again and hit it heavily on the bench next to him.
The huge muffled sound made everyone present stare with disbelief.
This hammer... is it real
In full view of everyone, Ronan put away the hammer, and then took out Lao Si Ji's Secret Technique.
The book was not opened, and there was a big word "secret" written on the yellow cover, which attracted people's imagination.
Taking the book back again, Ronan looked at the confused Paul and said matter-of-factly: "A national secret organization like ours is not accessible to ordinary people. I might as well tell you my purpose this time. Come on. According to intelligence, a terrorist organization will attack your father. In order to find out the truth, I need to go to the black market. "
Paul was surprised by Ronan's ability. He rolled his eyes and asked, "My father? What evidence do you have?"
"According to intelligence, both your father and the terrorist organization want to buy this kind of parchment." Ronan took out the parchment fragment (14) found in Catherine's house from his backpack and waved it in front of him: "In order to reduce the bidding Opponents, they plan to erase your father’s memory related to this item.”
Paul wanted to reach out and touch the parchment, but Ronan took it back: "This is the evidence that was found. Don't touch it. If you don't believe it, we can ask in person. Even if the memory is tampered with, you should be able to recognize it. Get this thing out.”
Paul frowned, his faith wavering.
If one day, a person who shows special abilities comes to you and tells you that your home is being targeted by a terrorist organization.
Do you believe it or not
His eyes narrowed and he rubbed his eyebrows, looking very distressed.
This handsome guy's tone was so firm, it didn't seem like he was lying.
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
Even if it is true, if one of them is not handled well, it might lead to anger.
Paul frowned, glanced at the hammer Ronan took out, thought for a long time, and finally chose to compromise.
Such an unfortunate incident made him sigh: "Okay, I'll take you to ask."
Putting on his coat, Paul ordered a few of his men to watch the scene: "You guys stay here while I go out."
Led Ronan, the two took a car to the villa in the XC district of Manhattan.
The identity of this handsome guy is still unclear.
Paul wanted to stabilize him first and then investigate his information privately.
There are many flowers and plants outside the villa, and the decoration is quite simple. The decoration inside is very luxurious, with gold and silver inlays and many works of art.
The old servant passing by saw Paul and bowed respectfully: "Hello, young master, would you like to get you something to eat?"
"No need." Paul waved his hand: "Where is the old man?"
The old servant looked to the west: "The master is in the study."
Ronan noticed what Paul called his father, which was not a respectful title.
Paul didn't stop much and walked towards the study.
He walked ahead, pushed open a white wooden door, and shouted: "I'm back."
As soon as he finished shouting, a book flew out.
Paul ducked sideways, and Ronan glanced at the ground just as he entered the door.
"Fifty Shades of Yellow" is a Mary Sue novel about the relationship between master and servant.
This taste is a bit unique.
"You brat, you still know how to come back, why don't you die outside?"
Ronan looked around and saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sitting in the center of the study.
He wore a brick-red plaid nightgown, had gray hair, and was clean-shaven.
If it weren't for the thick forehead wrinkles, he would look younger.
"Hey." Paul sneered, his tone a little impatient: "I'll tell you something when I come back today."
Paul Sr. looked past Paul and saw Ronan behind him, and his eyes suddenly widened: "You... are you coming out?"
"Which cabinet is it from? Something really happened." Paul's face darkened, and he waved his hand to Ronan: "You can tell it yourself."
Ronan stepped forward and took out the fragment of Catherine's parchment (14): "Have you seen this?"
"Hiss~"
Old Paul took a breath of air and rubbed his brow: "I seem to have seen this thing somewhere... It's strange, why can't I remember it?"
Through this sentence, Ronan knew that 'night' had erased his relevant memories.
"Old sir, someone may have erased your memory."
"Erase memory? What a fantasy..." Old Paul chuckled, glanced at his son, and swallowed the rest of the words.
"That's a pretty young woman with almond eyes."
Ronan could only get so much information about Night.
Hearing this, Old Paul's smile suddenly froze.
When Paul saw this, black lines appeared on his face.
It seems that this is the result he least wants to see, and it really does happen.
"Quinn!" Old Paul called, staring at his confidant who came over: "We went to the hot springs last week, do you still remember it?"
"Yes, brother." Seeing that Paul was there, Quinn smiled and nodded.
"There was a pretty girl that day, the one with swallow tattoos on both sides of her chest." Old Paul shook his finger and said in a serious tone, "Get her back, I want to live!"
Quinn thought that Old Paul had fallen in love with the girl, but there was something wrong with her tone, so she responded first: "Yes."
Ronan rolled his eyes and learned another piece of information.
'Ye' has swallow tattoos on both sides of his chest. Could it be the legendary Youyou Feiyan
Seeing that this was true, Paul didn't want to stay long, so he walked away.
Ronan thought to himself that his qualifications to enter the black market were secure, and he left in a good mood.
"Little bastard! Come back here!" Old Paul's roar came from the study.
Paul frowned and stepped back, his eyes and tone impatient: "What's wrong? Don't tell me about my mother, it makes me sick."
Old Paul paused with his hand hanging in the air, his eyes dim.
He craned his neck and took a look, guessing that the handsome guy hadn't gone far yet, so he lowered his voice: "You kid, don't be betrayed!"
Paul shrugged, said nothing, turned and left.