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Looking at the tall theater-like red and white building in front of him, Aisharo pressed the brim of his hat and walked in with the crowd of visitors.
The Spanish cabaret Wildcats was being performed in the theater, and the lead singer's voice was clear and unobstructed.
The audience, who had already sat about half of the seats below, burst into applause from time to time.
Aisharo found a seat on the side and sat down. The surrounding people were buzzing and noisy. She always pays attention to her hat. This is a hat that has been blessed with the breath of witchcraft. It can change her body breath in a short time, reaching The purpose of distorting the kinship induction.
This theater is a property of the Fighting Club under the Holy Fist Palace, and it is also one of the fastest channels to contact the Fighting Club.
The seat next to Asaro was vacant. She waited for a while, as if she was concentrating on enjoying the musical on stage, but she was always paying attention to the situation of the seat next to her. If there is a response from the Fighting Club, she will definitely come People take this seat.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and before you knew it, more than half an hour passed, and finally two figures came quietly from the right side of Aisharo, passed through the gap between the sitting people, and walked towards the two vacant seats. Come.
The two sat down in two positions respectively.
Aisharo suddenly smelled a familiar body odor and rushed towards him.
"Sister." The figure sitting next to her finally spoke out.
Asaro turned his head away, eyes widening.
"Alyssa!? Vivien!?"
Sitting next to her were her younger sisters Alyssa and Vivien, two beautiful girls.
"Why are you here?" Ai Shaluo suddenly had a serious expression on his face.
"As soon as we received the news from my sister, we asked to come here. We haven't seen my sister for a long time." Arisa saw the seriousness on Aisharo's face, and quickly explained, "Don't worry, we came here through a very secret way. Arranged. No one will know."
"Now the secret party is stepping up to follow me, it's too dangerous for you to approach me!" Aishaluo said in a deep voice, "You are too capricious, Arisa, and you even brought Vivien out with you, just in case you encounter any danger."
"Don't worry, we have someone to protect us." Vivien raised her fist and shook it. "Sister Quentin just happened to bring someone here, so we followed."
"Quentin? One of the four great generals of the Holy Fist Palace?" Asaro also knew about the campaign to encircle and suppress Wellington. Against the Holy Fist Palace, the dark world gradually spread the names of the two generals, the names of the four great generals, and the two marshals. Naturally, it was Hosiman and Dam, whose terrifying strength comparable to that of the upper-ranked vampires shocked any vampire wizard. The four generals refer to the four people who usually go out to deal with the most affairs in the Holy Fist Palace.
The four are Saidon, Sisi, Quentin, and Nighthawk's deputy head, Bald Head. Most of them handle the daily negotiating work between Holy Fist Palace and the outside world, and manage a large number of forces.
Whether it is the huge network of fighting clubs across the United States and even many countries, or the terrifying world-class network of the second batch of students, or the training and employment of the purely violent organization Nighthawk mercenaries.
"With Quentin here, that's okay." Aisharo heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that it was impossible for the Holy Fist Palace to let these two little guys run out without protection. "I'm here on business this time. You take me to see Miss Quentin. I have something to ask her for. In addition, representatives of Prieto and the Ming Party are waiting for me outside."
Hearing that there was indeed something serious to do, Arisa also became serious.
"Sister Quentin is talking about business in the box over there, I'll take you there."
"Hmm." To be honest, Aisharo felt a little helpless, but now she and the Red Moon Blood Clan of the Ming Party have been tied together. Not only did she kill so many vampires of the Secret Party, but she also killed several lower blood clansmen up to now. , and more importantly, Prieto's Red Moon Sacred Law was indeed stored in the depths of her consciousness. At that time, it was deposited by the special means left by the Red Moon Dead Apostles. Now there is no way to get it out, unless there are Dead Apostles Do it yourself.
This also put her on the secret party's absolute must-kill list.
Standing up and following Alyssa and Vivien, Aisharo walked through a small door from the left side of the theater, walked through a somewhat dark black carpet corridor, and soon came to a row of suspended boxes on the second floor that were somewhat spaced apart. Guarding a strong woman in a black shirt, she was playing with a silver knife casually. She glanced at Alisha and his party, and stepped aside without saying a word.
Alisha smiled politely at the woman and knocked on the door.
"Sister Quentin."
"It's Alisha, come in." A hearty female voice came from inside, with a very clean American accent.
The door was gently opened from the inside. A group of people walked into the box, and there was a beautiful woman wearing a red silk cheongsam. Even wearing a sexy and beautiful cheongsam, the woman still gave off a heroic feeling. It was Quentin of the Holy Fist Palace.
Quentin's eyebrows slanted into his temples, they were as straight as a knife, his eyes were piercing, his nose bridge was straight and his complexion was fair, his slender and round legs crossed and curled up, and he held a glass of burgundy wine in his hand, looking lazy and elegant.
A middle-aged man sitting across from her was a bit bald, but at this moment he looked timid, with a sense of respect, he looked much older than Quentin next year, but on the contrary, he gave people the impression that the other party was an elder illusion.
At this moment, the man didn't know what happened just now, his head was covered with sweat, and he didn't even dare to look at Quentin opposite him with his head down.
"Okay, since Miss Quentin has friends over, I'll take my leave first."
"Then it won't be delivered." Quentin waved his hand, "The delivery must be made according to the agreed time, remember."
"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man stood up and bowed again and again, "Thank you, Miss Quentin, for a pleasant cooperation."
"Pleasant cooperation."
Only then did the man leave the room as if fleeing, and the moment he closed the door, he could vaguely hear his long sigh of relief.
Only then did Quentin look at the three people who came in from Arisa, and her eyes suddenly focused on Aisharo who was walking behind.
"This must be Arisa's sister, Aisharo?" She stood up and motioned to the waiter beside her to pour drinks for the three of them.
Aisharo felt the opponent's strong blood pressure suppression as soon as she entered the door. This was an instinctive feeling she had developed after fighting blood vampires and the like for a long time. She found that when facing some powerful enemies, the opponent's blood pressure The field will naturally exude a sense of oppression.
And this is the case with the Quentin in front of him now, the energy and blood in his body is so strong that human beings can't even match it.
"As expected of a master of the Holy Fist Palace." She nodded to admit her identity.
Quentin smiled, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Although I really want to welcome you right away, it would be impolite not to entertain the other guests who came from afar."
She looked meaningfully at the wall on the left side of the box door, as if looking through the wall to see the scene outside.
boom! !
Suddenly, a group of black shadows broke through the wall, and the black shadow rushed towards Quentin like an arrow, without making any sound of air friction.
"There's an ambush!" Asaro's eyes froze, and he picked up the collars of Alisa and little Vivien with each hand, and lifted them lightly to avoid the air waves from the black shadows.
Immediately afterwards, several groups of black shadows broke through the door, killing the three of them with the waiter's screams.
At this time, Quentin had already tapped the head of the black shadow rushing towards her with one hand, and with a bang, the black shadow shattered and turned into black ash. It was a vampire.
She turned over and kicked the other black shadows with her slender legs under the cheongsam, her speed was slightly faster than these black shadows.
With the improvement of Garen's strength, her strength has also undergone a qualitative leap. It is easy to deal with these low-ranking vampires and vampires.
"Since you're here, let's all stay!"
Before the last voice fell, Quentin's legs tapped lightly on several groups of black shadows like lightning.
Bang bang bang! !
There were several explosions in a row, and the black shadows were shot out one after another, bursting open and turning into puffs of black ash.
But at this moment, one of the black shadows did not react at all, instead of retreating, it turned sharply, with a sharp increase in speed, and crashed into Quentin's arms in an instant.
With a tear, the smile on Quentin's face froze immediately.
"You are!??" She didn't shout out, she was thrown backwards by the knock, knocked over the table and chairs in the box, and hit the bulletproof glass wall. Drops of blood from the lower abdomen dripped down an arm exposed by the black shadow.
"You!!" Quentin's face showed disbelief, staring at the black shadow in front of him, and she could only avoid the vital point in a hurry, but she was still inevitably severely injured.
Amid the exclamations of Alyssa and Vivien, the black shadow lifted the hood on its head, revealing a gorgeous red hair with a shawl. It was a seductive and beautiful young woman.
"To be able to catch so many small fish is really worthy of my preparations." Tu Lan showed a proud smile on her face.
Pretending to go to another state to lure away the pursuers of the Holy Fist Palace, in fact, he had already contacted people from the secret party in advance, in order to wait for the opportunity to fight back. But now, the goal has finally been successfully achieved. Not only did he successfully fight back, but he also accidentally caught several other small fish and big fish.
"It's hard work, how can I let me go home empty-handed?" Tu Lan chuckled, exerted strength with her wrist, and bumped into Quentin's right knee suddenly, and the whole person quickly backed up and landed in the box middle.
"Yeah. It's hard to come out once, how can I return empty-handed?" Suddenly a faint male voice came from the door behind Tu Lan.
The smile on Tu Lan's original face froze for a moment, she turned around slowly, unexpectedly there was a handsome young man with blond hair standing at the door, the man was as dazzling and perfect as the sun god, but one eye was dull, the other There was a slight indifference in his eyes.
"Canon!"
boom!
Tulan slammed sideways, directly broke through the wall on the right side of the box, and even chose to flee at the first time!
(end of this chapter)