Zhao Xinglan silently followed Sarendell to the back of the conference hall. The seats here were not full. In the last row, she saw a well-dressed white gentleman sitting there.

The brown curly hair was neatly furnished, with a gentle smile on her face, but the imperceptible bloodthirsty and sinisterness in her eyes could not hide the keen perception Zhao Xinglan.

"I'm very happy to meet you, President Zhao Xinglan,"

He stood up gracefully and stretched out his hand and said, "Your beauty and style are as dazzling as the goddess Aolla of our tribe, and are admirable! I am Shabachmann Steyer."

Zhao Xinglan responded calmly, stretched out his jade hand wearing long-sleeved silk gloves and shook it with him.

Aolola seems to be the goddess who controlled black holes and stars in the last era civilization, and is known for her beauty and power. She is a god with great influence and many believers throughout the civilization.

It seems that Hu Linyue’s original reminder made sense. These guys who were not even a desolate person and a young man found themselves so quickly. It can be seen that the potential energy of their organization is indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, they are not a soft persimmon, so there is no need to be afraid of them.

There were two male bodyguards following this guy. He seemed to be very difficult, but they could not do anything to themselves now. Moreover, during the time he had just walked over, six blade warriors had quietly surrounded him from different directions, and there was a group of security guards nearby paying attention to the movement here from afar.

And Huanli's voice also came to his mind at this time: "Master, it has been clear that a middle-level supervisor of the Ministry of Security used his power to privately approve four temporary passes, which allowed them to get in as a legal identity. And just now, he had submitted his resignation to his boss by email, and now he has left the company by car."

"Oh? How much benefit does he get from this Shabachman?" Zhao Xinglan asked.

"I found out that his account had an additional 10 million US dollars, which should be the benefit fee that Shabachman gave him." Huanli replied.

"Okay, clear all his bank accounts, and let the battle splits be used to destroy one of his legs. Let him live like this in the rest of his life!" Zhao Xinglan said coldly.

"As you wish, master!" The wisdom split agreed and immediately went to execute the instructions.

Not to mention that she is too ruthless, she is of course not polite to talk about such a guy who is stingy. Not killing him directly is already the result of Zhao Xinglan's very restrained control.

Fortunately, the four people he put in today are just here to negotiate and have no intention of taking action. If four vicious gangsters, even agents from European and American countries, come in deliberately to cause damage, it is hard to say what great harm it will cause.

Maybe Zhao Xinglan himself will not be in trouble, but once he hurts the company's employees, even his friends and relatives, even if he cuts them into pieces afterwards, it will not be enough to make up for the loss!

"Please forgive me. I used some inappropriate means to visit this time. The main reason is that things are too important, so I can't wait to queue up to make an appointment." Shabachman said frankly.

Zhao Xinglan said lightly: "I wonder what is so urgent, sir? I don't seem to remember any business dealings with you before, right?"

Two blade warriors brought a seat quietly to let Zhao Xinglan sit down, and then stood beside her, her cold eyes never left Shabachman for a moment.

The guy smiled helplessly, took out a few photos from his briefcase and handed them over, explaining: "Did you get such an item not long ago?"

Zhao Xinglan frowned and took it to look at it. These high-definition pictures are computer drawings. The items inside look like a metal disc, which is quite similar to the one in his hand.

"Yes, the thing is here with me." She said calmly.

The instant communication with Huanli made Zhao Xinglan understand the possible reason for the leak, which should be the security check before boarding the plane when he returned to Binhai from the imperial capital.

Although he is a secret department staff member and can carry contraband, including weapons, on board the plane, he must explain the situation to the airport management department. Except at that time, the metal discs have not been seen by any irrelevant person.

Hearing her answer, Shabachmann's eyes suddenly burst into a terrifying look and said excitedly: "That's great, this thing is a souvenir left by our ancestors. Please give up Miss Zhao Xinglan, and we will give you enough compensation!"

Sarender took out a document from his briefcase and handed it over: "This is 35% of the original shares of the Milaslom Mine in Chile. The current market price is about one billion US dollars. I hope you can be satisfied."

Zhao Xinglan shook his head: "Sorry, I don't plan to transfer this thing, and you know, I'm not short of this money now!"

"But, the beautiful Miss Zhao Xinglan, this item belongs to our family, and it has extraordinary memorial significance for the descendants of our family. Please understand it."

Shabachman said sincerely: "If you feel the price is not enough, we can increase the compensation we give you. How about 3 billion US dollars?"

"Sorry!" Zhao Xinglan still shook her head firmly.

"Five billion US dollars!"

“…”

"Eight billion US dollars!"

“…”

"One hundred billion, no more!" Shabachman gritted his teeth.

Zhao Xinglan smiled indifferently: "Do you think I am a person who is short of money? It's just a 10 billion US dollars, I can take it out at any time now."

"But this thing is an item belonging to our family, and you are fully obliged to return it to us." Sarendeer protested.

Zhao Xinglan sneered slightly: "The things in my hands are my private property. As for whether they are obligated or not, it is just your one-sided statement. I don't think this means anything to me!"

Shabachman's face finally turned cold: "So, is Miss Zhao Xinglan determined not to return the holy objects of our tribe?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Xinglan's beautiful eyes were lowered, and on the weapon cover on the inside of her thigh, there was an energy weapon and a short sword. When needed, you could get it by lifting the hem of the skirt.

Of course she didn't think there would be a chance to take action in person, and the blade warriors around her were enough for them to enjoy.

"Haha, Miss Zhao Xinglan, according to our investigation, you have many enemies in public and secrets now, right? If we add our family, I wonder if you can handle it?" Shabachmann said in a gloomy tone.

"No matter how powerful they are, he cannot confront the state machine, including you!" Zhao Xinglan said lightly.

"You..." Shabachmann's tone was suffocated and he was speechless.

This is absolutely true. With the strength of the Chinese government today, except for the United States, which ranks first, no country or organization dares to say that it must have the capital threat and oppression of China to bow its head and surrender. Even the United States dare not be arbitrarily to be tough on China.

Sarendell slowed down and said, "Dear Miss Zhao Xinglan, this thing is a sacred object of extraordinary significance to our family, but it is just a novel collection for you. It has no other purpose except to take it out to enjoy it occasionally. Why do you insist on keeping it and not letting go? You can't eat or wear it, which is not of any substantial benefit to you, right?"

"Haha, I can't eat or wear, but can your family eat and wear after taking it back?" Zhao Xinglan retorted without showing any weakness.

"You... do you have to be an enemy of us?" Shabachmann's eyes suddenly became very terrifying, as if they were chosen to devour people.

Zhao Xinglan snorted coldly and knocked on the armrest of the seat casually. The six blade soldiers took a step forward quietly, as cold as a knife, staring at the vital parts of Shabachmann without any anger.

With their strength, it only takes one percent of the moment to tear this guy to pieces.

Sarendell next to him realized that the atmosphere was wrong and quickly came out to smooth things over: "Dear Miss Zhao Xinglan, we have no intention of offending, but this sacred object is indeed too important to us. How much does it cost to be sold? Just ask, we will never let you suffer a loss!"

"How about 30 billion US dollars?"
Chapter completed!