Looking at Nehru's unrecognizable appearance, the person who came narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a thoughtful look.

"Do you think I am a fool? If you just put all the things together, you just need to notify the people below and you will not use the emergency help Xun at all, because you know what the price will be paid once you use the emergency help Xun!" The visitor looked at Nehru and said expressionlessly.

"That's because I suddenly fainted, and the person who attacked me thought something had happened to me..." Nehruga bit and refused to admit it.

"Yes, yes, sir, it's the villain's fault!" The big head named Ben knelt behind Nehru with a "bang". "It's the villain who was in a hurry and was in a mess..."

Nehru looked at Ben in surprise, clenched his fist, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

The person who came did not speak anymore, just looked at Nehru and Ben steadily, and looked at the two of them sweating coldly, but they still clenched their teeth and insisted that all this was just an accident.

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"Enough!" Jian'er suddenly shouted and stood up.

"Who are you?" The visitor raised his chin and looked proudly at Jian'er.

"Next!" Jian'er raised her hand and threw a small token that was less than half a slap at the person.

"Bang!" The man raised his hand, and his slender and pale five fingers accurately caught the little thing flying towards him. "Hiss--" When he saw the small token in his hand, his eyes couldn't help but open his eyes suddenly. On the contrary, his pupils instantly shrank to the smallest, as if they were shocked by something. The small token that looked inconspicuous in his hand instantly made him feel as if he was a thousand pounds.

"You..., may I ask you..." The man looked all kinds of noble and arrogant faces that looked pale from the moment he came in (although he looked so white that he was not as white as before, but now his face is no longer just a word "white". Nehru Swear's face is now so white that it is blue!), and carefully held the small token in his hand in the palm of his hand. It was not like holding a token at all, but like holding a hot potato, his waist bent down three points.

"You don't need to ask who I am." Jian'er stretched out her hand and signaled to return the token to her. This thing was given by Prince Donald before, saying that it represented his identity and made Jian'er take it away very well. He said that this thing was there, and if he encountered a dark race, he would usually sell him a little bit of a thin person. Of course, if the other party was a blood clan, it would be even better. With this, the blood clans below the earl will obey their arrangements and act according to their orders.

In fact, when Prince Donald said this, Jian'er was shocked. According to this statement, isn't this little thing the same as the "like I'm here" token in the feudal era of our country? How dare Jian'er accept such a valuable thing? But Prince Donald was very persuasive at that time, and Jian'er couldn't take it. Thinking that when she stayed in Country F during this period, she might still use it (Jian'er didn't forget why she knew Count Dracula before), and thought that she would return it to Prince Donald when she left Country F. It seems that she had really kept it right before. This is not the right one.

"Yes!" The visitor did not dare to ask any more, but bent down and saluted respectfully to Jian'er, "I am named Hanivik, the Viscount. If there is anything to serve you, please give me instructions. It would be a supreme honor to be able to serve you." Just kidding, you must know that the token in this hand symbolizes the identity of the prince of the blood clan, and looking at the patterns above, it is the token of the Lord Donald!

My great Satan, that is really the token of Prince Donald, one of the most powerful princes of the Bruch clan, Prince Donald! When I think of this, I can't help feeling weak with my legs. Although he is not from the Bruch clan, this does not hinder his awe of Prince Donald. Although I don't know who the person on the other side is, as long as this person holds Prince Donald's token, then this person is the one he can't afford to offend!

When I thought of this, Viscount Hanevik couldn't help but bend his waist a few centimeters more.

"No need." Jian'er waved his hand lightly, "I will deal with the matter here. You can leave first, um~" Jian Xiang hesitated and added, "No need to say more, don't ask more about anything. If you have something that you shouldn't know, don't inquire. Anyway, just pretend you haven't been here at all. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Hannivik responded hurriedly.

"Okay, you can leave first if you have nothing to do. Just remember what I said just now." Jian'er said.

"Yes, I saw nothing, heard nothing, and I didn't dare to inquire. Please rest assured, sir!" Viscount Hanevik hurriedly promised Jian'er, "In fact, I think I have been tasting the beauty I treasured in my villa today, and I haven't gone anywhere."

This guy is really..., he knows the truth! Although Jian'er thought this guy was a little too exaggerated, she didn't say anything. After all, this kind of thing is beneficial to her, right?

"Okay, you can go down there if you have nothing to do." Viscount Jane Minghanivik waved his hand and signaled that he could leave.

"Yes, sir, I'll take my leave." Hanivik stepped back carefully to Jian'er, and then after retreating ten steps, he quickly turned around and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes at least ten times faster than before.

Looking at the person who walked away as if he was being chased by a ghost, and his behavior that was countless times faster than when he came, everyone couldn't help but gasp and looked at Jian'er with awe. Especially Fit, Fit was no longer just surprised at this time, he felt that he was almost numb.

He didn't know who the mysterious man who claimed to be Viscount Hanevik was, but he knew who Nehru was. However, the fear revealed in Nehru's actions was not a fake. Nehru, who could make his master Mr. Jansen fear, was as obedient as a kitten in front of that person, and that person was obediently different from a kitten in front of Jianer. According to the rules of the food chain, Jianer should be the most terrifying person.

"Thank you, thank you!" Nehru carefully moved his fat body forward, stood three steps away from Jian'er, lowered his head and didn't even dare to let out a moment of excitement. In his heart, Nehru was secretly glad that, fortunately, he followed the premonition in his heart and made the right choice. He didn't expect to change his face with the two people in front of him, otherwise he would be bad now!

Before, he thought that silver man was the most terrifying, but Jian'er was honest, if it weren't for the existence of thunder, Nehru didn't take Jian'er seriously. It was just out of his usual principle of prudence. If the strong or the people around him could not offend him, then don't offend him. Nehru didn't expect that the ordinary oriental woman he had just taken seriously before, "scared" the terrifying adult away with just a small sign... Thinking of this, Nehru couldn't help but wipe the sleeves with his fat face and couldn't help but sweat, and then stood in front of Jian'er like a good child to listen to the training.

"No need to thank me." Jian'er shook her head, "If you want to thank me, then thank yourself."

Nehru understood what Jian'er meant. She was telling herself that if she hadn't made the right choice, this person wouldn't care about her business at all. And maybe if she had just sued her blindly, she might have directly ordered that the lord to destroy herself! She..., she had completely saved her life just now!

"Then that's also a noble lady, you are magnanimous!" Nehru tried hard to bend down and salute. This ordinary person made a very natural and easy action, but Nehru was so uncomfortable that he added another layer of oil to his forehead.

"Okay! If it's okay, you can leave, and drag that person away." Jian'er raised her chin and signaled to the little model. At this time, the little model was pretending to be dead. After all, the impact of the incident tonight was too great, and this person couldn't stand it!

"Yes!" Nehru waved his hand to his subordinates, and immediately came out, and carried the person who pretended to be dead and hid him. Don't get me wrong. This person was not worried about the safety of the little model, but about Jian'er's unhappy memories when he saw that person, and even implicated him, so he was wronged.

"Then, I've been arguing for so long, if you have nothing else..."

"Yes, we will say goodbye now. Don't worry, we will definitely fulfill what I said before." Nehru knew the elegant meaning when he heard the strings, and he was also very tactful.

"Very good." Jian'er nodded with satisfaction. (Xiaohai: Come on, you're just that rooster. Jian'er: So what? I'm happy! You can't let us do it in vain, right?)

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After seeing Nehru off, Jian'er no longer had the interest to stay. He greeted J, pulled Lei and flashed directly.

"J, who are they?" Looking at the background of Jian'er and Lei's departure, Fitt couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"I don't know this, I don't know this." J shook his head. Isn't that? In addition to knowing that Jian'er and Lei were introduced by Tony and the others, and they also have a face that made him extremely interested, and the temperament that makes him very ** pick up the camera, J really knows nothing about Jian'er and Lei.

"Is that true?" Fitt replied thoughtfully and stopped talking, but the changing expression revealed the uneasiness in his heart at this moment.

And at this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded again in the aisle outside the door.

Mill girl, is anyone here? It’s not that Nehru’s people have returned! J feels that his head has grown three times in an instant. Should he play tricks on him like this? Fortunately, the others in the studio have been beaten away by him. Even if Nehru comes back, it won’t be too big. If he is alone, Fit should be able to protect himself.

"J, J, are you okay?" The person who came to see the damaged door of the studio couldn't help but change his face. Damn it! Could it be that he was wrong that Nehru took action seriously?! J! By the way, how about J? And Fit, he is fine? It turns out that the person coming here is not someone else, but Jansen, who has been confused about the troops.

"Jason, I'm here, I'm fine!" J responded hurriedly.

"Oh, thank God!" Jansen rushed out, looked at J, who seemed to be unscathed, hugged him hard, and finally felt relieved.

"Hey, I said, man, I'm a straight man!" A crystal light flashed in J's eyes, and he hugged Jansen hard, then pushed him out, looking disgusting.

"Damn it! I'm not bent either!" Jensen couldn't help but pound J's chest. Over the years, this guy has dared to joke like this with him.

Having said that, when Jansen saw that J was still in the mood to make such a joke with him, he finally felt completely relieved.

Wait, it's wrong, where is Nehru? Where did that guy run?! Could it be that he hasn't arrived yet?!

No! The untreated blood stain on the ground (the familiar smell told him that it was definitely human blood, not the sprinkled props and pigments, or something), and the slightly messy equipment, Jansen felt sensitively that Nehru must have arrived, and he might have had a conflict before. So, what about the Nehru people? Not to mention that they had been beaten away by Fit, although he was very confident in Fit's skills, he would not be so arrogant that he thought Fit was so strong that he could kill so many Nehru's men alone. If this was the case, he wouldn't have had a headache for that guy for so many years.
Chapter completed!