The private room behind the door is extremely gorgeous.

On the golden ceiling, the crystal chandeliers are bright; the snow-white floor is paved with top-quality marble; the walls of the ocean are wrapped in blue silk with a thick layer.

On the wide and soft sofa, Simon leaned against a pretty girl, bragging proudly.

Around him were more than twenty young men dressed in greasy heads and pink faces, all of whom were gorgeously dressed, with the unique vanity of a playboy on their faces and the rampant spirit.

A small part of these playboys are locals in Tulum Port, while the remaining half are from the three provinces of Storm, Winders and Claude, which are adjacent to Tulum Port.

Without exception, the families to which these playboys belong have strong financial resources, but their financial resources have not yet been transformed into corresponding power, power, and influence. The families behind them have urgent hopes to transform the family's wealth into more reliable power.

Simon naturally attracted the attention of these playboys, just like green-headed flies flying around the smelly meat. They naturally gathered around Simon, showing great care to him, and taking him to appreciate the special style of Tulun Port!

Simon, who has the title of the palace baron, enjoys this wonderful feeling of star surging the moon.

His father, an hereditary viscount from the Empire, worked in a real-powered department of the Imperial Finance Department.

My father was not very high, but he held real power. In addition, other elders in the family held positions in various cardinal departments of the empire. Simon was the typical "author of the capital" - he had a wide range of friendships and strong connections, and had countless channels and powers that could be monetized!

The identity of the "Court Baron" further represents that he is a "close minister" of the royal family!

In addition, Simon is now following Ficket to Port Toulon, and is the "confidant" of Ficket's small team!

This makes Simon's attraction stronger and attracts the attention of the families behind these playboys.

Simon swayed the thin cigarette roll proudly, and laughed loudly: "You guys say that Miss Tifa is an iceberg beauty? Hahaha, I like iceberg beauty... The more cold and boring a woman, as long as you can break the ice shell on her surface..."

Simon stood up shakingly, put his hands on his hips, and thrust his crotch back and forth indecently.

"As long as you can break that layer of ice shell, you will find how sexy, hot, and entangled this woman is... Haha, there is a... bitch in the heart of every iceberg beauty!"

Simon laughed wildly, and a group of playboys applauded, stamped their feet, and blew a sharp whistle to echo his statement. Simon smiled proudly, not realizing at all how much trouble his words would cause him!

He was immersed in the favor of these playboys, and he felt that everything was so beautiful. The task given to him by Fricelt and Lucien was to get along with these local snakes in the Port of Tulum and these powerful local families.

Become good friends with these rich local families, and their financial, human and material resources can be used by Ferrit!

Simon, and several other young nobles from the imperial capital, were the bridge between the local family in Tulun Port and Ficket.

Half a foot thick, the door made of teak was shattered.

It seemed like it was shot by a large-caliber field gun, and countless pieces of wooden doors roared into the private room with a harsh roar.

On the wall facing the door, several oil paintings from the hand of a well-known young painter were crushed by broken wood. The hard wood chips fell deeply into the wall, and the whole room trembled.

Under the oil painting, a beautifully shaped multi-door cabinet cabinet was also crushed by broken wood chips. The rows of exquisite wine bottles, exquisite crystal wine glasses, etc. on the cabinet cabinet were also fried into pieces with the harsh sound of shattering.

"Who!" The playboys neighed and screamed, jumping up like a mad dog that was stabbed by a hornet, screaming at the top of their lungs, roaring, and cursing even more filthy words.

"In the name of law!" Qiao rushed into the private room with big strides. His thick waist twisted left and right, and then he staggered the waiter who was stunned and the maid staggered to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

He tore the cloak on his body, took off the opera mask on his face and threw it on the ground, and then stepped on the mask with a fierce foot.

'boom'!

Qiao exerted a little too hard, and the metal mask was scattered by his feet. The whole room trembled, and the floor was slashed by him, and the floor was slashed with a diameter of two feet. The floor as thick as two feet was directly penetrated.

The hysterical screams of club guests came from the room below. Qiao roared at Simon like a fat whirlwind, slapped Simon on the face.

Six feet and two inches tall and tall, Simon flew up like a feather in the wind. He rotated lightly in the air. Amid the screams of the playboys around, Simon was slapped for more than ten feet and hit the wall behind him.

The loud noise of broken bones came from Simon's body, accompanied by a shocking wail, Simon slid from the wall like a pool of mud to the ground.

On the wall, there was a giant picture frame with a side length of ten feet away. On it was a landscape oil painting of sunrise at Tulun Port. Simon's impact broke the nails that fixed the picture frame. The entire picture frame fell off the wall and hit Simon's calves heavily.

The frame material is bronze!

The weight of this frame is over two thousand pounds!

The edges of the frame were very thin, and the frame that fell off the wall was like a slightly blunt bone-cutting knife, slashing heavily on Simon's calf.

He was slapped by Joe's face and was dark. Half of Simon's cheek bones were sunken and deformed. His mouth was shattered, and his mouth was shattered. He was mixing with blood and his saliva kept spraying out.

The frame fell, and Simon let out a hysterical howl again. His body twitched and suddenly a pungent and strange smell spread in the room. There was a pool of yellow water stains on Simon's exquisite white silk leggings...

"Mutous Mutesty!" Several playboys from Tulun Port recognized Joe. They took two steps back in fear, like a frightened little girl, hugged their hands tightly in front of their chests, and screamed at Joe with fear: "It has nothing to do with us, we don't know him, we really don't know him..."

More than a dozen other playboys from surrounding provinces, they all followed their elders to attend the coming-of-age banquet on the evening of September 1st, and they all recognized Qiao.

They recognized Qiao, but they had no idea of ​​Qiao's reputation in Tulun Port, and they had no idea of ​​the reputation of the Vitu family in Tulun Port... They firmly believed that their family was in Tulun Port, and they had no fear of any family or anyone!

Simon is a nobleman from the imperial capital.

The imperial capital is the center of power of the empire. A little noble in the imperial capital could make a count or even a marquis in the local province tremble!

Compared with Simon, what is Joe, a little rural nobleman in Tulum Port?

"Beat him!" Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and a group of foreign playboys who didn't know how to be tall and thick, quickly came to the final conclusion in their hearts - to help Simon and beat Joe!

Someone subconsciously touched his waist. They were here to have fun, and they did not wear weapons with them.

So a group of people cursed and rushed towards Qiao with bare hands, and punched him down at Qiao with one punch.

In the private room, a group of beautiful ladies who were shocked and several maids who were knocked to the ground by Qiao, only then did they scream in a shocking voice.

Amid the screams, Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo rushed into the private room with a dozen policemen like a strong wind.

Seeing more than a dozen playboys rushing towards Qiao, Lan Ji Kyoto's body shook and suddenly flashed in front of Qiao. A cold light flashed, and the shrill sound of tragic sounds continued. More than a dozen playboys rushing towards Qiao, before they could touch Qiao's hair, they kept retreating backwards one by one.

There was a deep blood mark on the wrist veins of more than a dozen playboys, and the blood was constantly flowing like a stream.

Lan Ji Kyoto was extremely ruthless and cut off the tendons of more than a dozen playboys with one move!

"Beautiful job!" Qiao shouted: "Control everyone present, I received exact information. These guys gathered illegally and were planning to the Empire... They are here to engage in a conspiracy that is extremely harmful to the Empire!"

As Qiao roared loudly, his eyes quickly swept over the dandy dandy present, and his face couldn't help but twitch.

These playboys are all gorgeously dressed, and they are afraid that others will not know their identity. They have extremely distinct family heraldry marks on their buttons, cuffs, belts, and even their shirts.

Qiao almost knew nothing about the family heraldry of the major nobles of the empire, and could not recognize the origin of these guys, but Qiao at least knew that this was a group of nobles...

More importantly, Joe met Simon.

Last month in the police station, Joe remembers that Simon was following Ficket, who is Fickett’s man!

Hessen and Leah both warned Joe not to have a conflict with Fricett unless it was absolutely necessary.

Joe just arrested Heiniewei and Marcos, and the evidence was conclusive and they were indeed guilty.

But Simon... because he said a few dirty words behind his back, he beat the person like this, and Qiao himself felt it was a bit too much. Well, it was a little too much, and he was beaten to be incontinent!

‘Executed of Crime’!

‘Executed of Crime’!

If you beat Simon, Ficket had to be speechless; if you beat Simon, Ficket had to be thanked Joe for hitting Simon!

This matter is a bit difficult...but it seems that it is not very difficult!

"Control everyone..." Qiao muttered with a gloomy face: "I'll go to the bathroom!"

The private room was equipped with its own bathroom. Qiao rushed in, closed the door vigorously, then put water in front of the sink, and poured cold water on his face.

The water flowed in the faucet, Joe muttered quietly toward the mirror in the bathroom: "Laplacie, I have money now, you know... pre-providing me something that will make Simon die without a burial place... 'knowledge'?"

"Now give me the things. If you leave here, I will go to the Royal Bank to withdraw money!" In the mirror, Qiao smiled very honestly!
Chapter completed!