Xing Jiu'an chuckled, "I have something to do here, and there is no time to pass."

On the other end of the phone, the blonde girl flattened her mouth, "Okay, I'll see you in a while. How are you in China? Is the food delicious? Is there anything fun?"

"A lot of delicious food and a lot of fun. I look forward to your visit, Luca."

"Of course, I will definitely go, even if it is for you, I will go."

Luca smiled very happily.

"My dear, when the time comes, can you play with me for two days?"

"my honor."

After hanging up the phone, Xing Jiu'an walked over and watched the three of them dealing with things. She opened her mouth "..."

Suddenly I didn't know what to say.

Things that can be solved by a phone call, but also worry for a while...

It shouldn't be!

Xing Jiuan said, "Brother, we don't need to go there anymore."

The three of them all looked up at her in confusion.

"I just got news that Lu Qi organized a traitor. They are already dealing with it. The three fugitives will probably be captured by them."

Sure enough, soon, Uncle Guen called Xing Jiu'an.

His voice is still a gentle gentleman, like a nobleman in ancient times, gentle and gentle.

"Child, the Lucky organization has already taken action, you don't need to go there, they will do it well."

"Okay, I see, thank you, Uncle Gunn."

"You're welcome, boy, I still have something to do. I will contact you later."

"Okay, Uncle Gern."

Mu Qing frowned and looked at Xing Jiuan.

He knew about this Uncle Gern.

In fact, he didn't want Xing Jiu'an to have contact with that Uncle Guen, because the other party was too dangerous.

It made him more vigilant than Lu Zhichen.

That person's power is too great, even he can't compare with it.

Xing Jiuan following such a dangerous person makes him very worried.

"Brother, we don't need to go. The Lucky organization is already working on it, and we will receive good news in the near future."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Guen smoothed the folds of his cuffs. His slow movements, with unattainable elegance, and his slow and well-organized movements should be pleasing to the eye.

However, the few people who were kneeling on the opposite side dared not even look at him, bowed their heads, and trembled slightly.

"You guys, what kind of punishment do you want?" Mr. Gunn was in a good mood, and he was very easy to talk.

Those few dared not speak, nor even dared to lift their heads.

"Don't tell me?" The ending sounded upward, although it was an extremely elegant voice, and it sounded extremely gentle, but it made people feel inexplicably dangerous.

"Mr. Gern, we were wrong. We won't do wrong again. Please, please forgive us." The man squatted his head vigorously, as if he could not feel the pain.

Mr. Gunn frowned when he looked at the floor soon stained with blood.

Seeing his expression on the side, the subordinates naturally understood what he meant.

He stepped forward to control the man, plugged his wound with a cloth, and tied it.

Soon, someone came to clean the floor, and then left quietly after the cleaning was completed.

"Sure enough, it's pleasing to look at it like this." Mr. Gunn was somewhat satisfied.

He said, "Why, hello..." He didn't know what he was thinking of, and then chuckled.

"Forget it, be a good person."

"Contact the League of Nations and tell them that we are going to turn in some criminals."