Field's eyes did not cause much trouble to Allen and the others, because the situations they had experienced were much bigger than this curious eyes.

Because he had to check in, Field didn't have much time to observe, and his eyes just swept past Allen and Renard.

Then he buried his head and started working.

When Tropp Green saw this scene, he looked at the two people who were still dozing off next to him, and sighed quietly, as if he felt relieved.

Allen and Renard looked at each other, puzzled.

Although Tropp Green's posture was obscure, they could see that the other party was guarding against something and was guarding against.

So the question is, what is the one that needs to be on guard against in your own nest?

They thought this question would take a long time to get an answer, but they didn't expect that the next moment.

This answer came before them.

Crack, a clear sound of opening the door sounded in the silent hall.

Let all the people who are still awake in this subconsciously turn their heads.

Although the cold winter is far away, the already coming spring is warmer than the chilly winter.

However, the cold wind in the middle of the night still has a chill that makes people feel cold on their backs.

The rustling cold wind entered through the opened door, like a mad dragon without restraint, rushing towards Allen and others.

The wind whistles.

“Alan Seulias?”

A stream of inexplicable playfulness resounded in this empty hall, and also in the ears of Allen and others.

Although the perception of diffusion has not reached its target position, Alan has already had a premonition the moment he hears this sound.

The other party came for him.

Even, he became aware of something.

Perhaps, the reason why Tropp Green was so careful can even be said to be cautious in his actions, not the other person, but the guy who suddenly arrived.

"It's me."

He spoke in a deep voice, without any panic in his tone, only calmness that was like an ancient well.

Perception is like a spider web spreading, covering the other party at an extremely fast speed.

Therefore, the other party's image appeared in his mind very clearly.

The other party's figure is extremely tall and strong, with knotty muscles all over his body and bulging high, like a small giant.

However, compared with his violent figure, the other party's face looked much warmer.

There is no rough and wild aura that complements it. It can even be said that the other party's face is quite gentle and has a gentle atmosphere.

It seems that the other party is not a reckless man with a tall figure like a butcher, but a gentle and elegant teacher who teaches and educates people.

This hellish comparison gave Allen a great impact, and at the same time, it also left a very deep impression on him.

It can be said that even an ordinary person can't forget it easily after seeing such a guy with a serious body and appearance, let alone Alan.

However, at this time, Allen was just a little surprised by the other person's figure and appearance, but did not pay much attention to this aspect.

Because his sensitivity, which was as sharp as a god, clearly told him.

This person is not good.

Hearing Allen admit his identity, the eyes of the visitor suddenly became extremely dangerous.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp gaze was cast from it, projecting onto Allen.

Such pressure is already extremely terrifying for ordinary people, and even for most newbies who have just advanced to the silver.

But for Allen, it was basically a breeze that was blowing, and there was no slight pressure at all.

The silence spread between the two and became increasingly depressing.

"Tropp, why do you have to hide it from me when you pick up Roy's son?"

"What, do you think I'm not qualified?"

The next moment, the slasher, who was tall and like a butcher, sneered and asked Tropp Green.

His tone was very ordinary, and he even had a faint smile.

However, the playfulness and banter, without any hidden expression is extremely clear and clear.

It's as if the other party came for provocation.

"How could it be, if you, Johnson Keith, aren't qualified enough, then there are probably not many people in the executive department who are qualified."

"But it's just because it's too late and I don't want to bother you."

Tropp Green's tone was still calm and seemed not to be affected by the other party.

Alan and Renard were listening on the side, and they were probably able to grasp some context.

It was obvious that the other party came for Allen.

Alan didn't know each other and had no intersection before.

Then the answer is obvious, the other party is coming for Allen's parents.

Or more accurately, it is Allen's father, Roy Seulias.

The other party's previous emphasis on the identity of Roy's son confirmed this fact.

However, even though I knew the other party’s purpose, I knew that I had not suffered a disaster that flew from somewhere, or helped someone with an unknown slaughter.

But Allen still felt speechless.

Because, this feeling of not knowing nothing is really bad.

"Don't want to disturb me?" Johnson asked back with great disdain when he heard Tropp's words.

Then, before he could answer, he continued, "It's okay, since I've come here anyway, so I won't say anything to bother or not."

After looking at the other party deeply, Tropp knew that the other party had made up his mind not to leave.

So, instead of rushing to communicate, he turned around and said to Field, who had been working hard as if he was immersed in his work, and he knew nothing.

"Are you okay?"

"Sir, you only need to use these two of your documents to complete it."

Field, who had been buried in his head since Johnson arrived, finally raised his head and answered pale face after hearing Tropp's questions.

Such paleness is naturally not the cold wind in the middle of the night.

After all, although such a cold wind is biting, it does not cause much harm to the extraordinary.

But the problem is that this kind of unforgettable disaster that seems to be involved in some terrifying vortex is really too scary.

At this time, Field wanted to sleep like two colleagues beside him, without knowing anything.

Even if he was punished, he admitted it.

At least, that level of sadness will not exceed the sadness of being "silenced" by worrying about discovering some secrets.

After hearing Field say this, Allen and Renard took the initiative to take out their executive certificates with great abilities and handed them over to Field, instead of waiting for Tlopp to urge him again.

"alright."

Field, who had received the certificate, completed the final procedure as fast as he had in his life, then stood up and bowed and handed the certificate back to Allen and Renard's hands.

Then, he sat down and lay directly on his desk.

"Let's go."

Tropp said to Allen and Renard, then turned around and left.

Allen and Renard looked at each other and were about to leave.

They didn't care how much Field heard, so they naturally didn't think about threatening the other party.

What's more, the other party is so sensible about the current situation, so they will not have the actions that Field is worried about.

What's more, if we strictly talk about this matter today, it is their fault.

Field was just affected, and he was the innocent victim.

It was too late for them to apologize to each other, so how could they increase their efforts to persecute?

They don't know what Tropp thinks, but it probably is the same.

Allen and Renard followed each other and quickly walked to the door of the hall, and walked to the front of Johnson, who looked like a little giant.

"It's getting late now, so I'll send them both to rest first."

Tropp had a smile on his face and said to Johnson in a gentle tone.

However, Johnson did not mean to buy Tropp's words.

His right hand suddenly swung, bringing a gust of wind and thunder, holding it straight in front of Tropp,
To be continued...