He really had no money, but the kidnapper in front of him didn't seem to believe it.

Peter was a little distracted. He raised his head and met Valon's eyes on the stage.

"Sir, believe me, this place has the most sensitive automatic alarm system. The New York Police Department must have received the news and arrived now. The hotel will soon be surrounded from both sides. I advise you to give up."

Peter was trying to persuade the other party, trying to make the elegant and easy-to-talk boss in front of him let go of the people present, including himself.

"oh?"

Looking at Peter in front of him, Valon's eyes showed some interest.

"Young people are very brave. Come on to the stage and let me talk to you."

Valon folded his hands on the black gold cane and said with a smile, "Since you said you have no money, how about you tell me how you got into this high-end wealthy wedding banquet?"

"It's me!" Before Peter could say anything, Harry Osborne stood up behind him and said, "I brought him in. I can testify that he does have no money."

"Huh?" Wallon raised his eyebrows, "Who are you?"

"Harry Osborne."

"This name..."

Wallon's eyes narrowed slightly. He always felt that he heard this surname somewhere.

"Boss, the chairman of the Osborne Group, his name is Norman Osborne. He is on the invitation list for tonight's wedding banquet."

Ah Fen glanced at the list in his hand and reminded Valon in a low voice.

"Oh? Mr. Osborne is here. Where is Mr. President?"

Valon realized that he had caught a big fish and scanned the crowd with bright eyes.

"No need to look for it. Only Peter and I came to the wedding banquet tonight. I used my father's invitation."

Norman Osborn didn't have time to attend any wedding banquet. He was busy checking out the Osborne Group's scientific research projects. It was Harry who took his father's invitation and entered the wedding banquet. As for Peter, he belonged to every invitation.

Bring in an extra female companion!

"What a pity. I thought I could meet your father. Believe me, we will definitely get along very well."

Vallon showed a look of pity, and then said to Harry with a smile.

"Now let's take a look, what good things does this young master of the Osborne Group have with him?"

While talking, Zhou held the ice bucket in front of Harry.

"Hurry up, don't keep our leader waiting."

Harry's expression was slightly stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Ah Fen, he fumbled around for a long time before taking out a gold pen and throwing it into the ice bucket.

"Are you kidding me? If you bring a gold pen to a scene like this, your father must not love you!"

Wallon looked in disbelief, and the sarcasm in his words was even more irritating, making Harry's face turn red.

"It's boring, just serve the young master and eat a shrimp!"

Valon picked up the red wine glass, took a sip, then waved his hand and said.

"Na!"

Zhou grabbed the ice tray on the table, grabbed a chilled French blue dragon, and stuffed it into Harry's hand.

Harry glanced at Wallon and then at Fen who was pointing a gun at him. It was just a blue dragon sashimi. What kind of punishment was this?

"Humph, just eat."

Harry pinched the shrimp head and just pulled it off. Before he could peel it off, he heard Vallon add at this time.

"I'll let you eat the shell!"

"you!"

Harry moved his hands and his face turned red, but he didn't dare to break out.

"Didn't you hear what our leader said?" Ah Fen hit Harry on the head with the barrel of his gun, completely ignoring the angry look in his eyes and staring at him with a fierce expression, "Eat!"

"snort!"

Harry stuffed the blue dragon into his mouth with the shell intact, gritted his teeth and chewed it hard while staring at Valon, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

"The eyes are good, just remember to bring more valuables next time you go out."

Valon said nonchalantly.

At this moment, the roar of propellers sounded outside the window, and searchlights shot directly into the room. George, who finally arrived at the scene, was shouting with a loudspeaker.

"Walong of Black Hand, you have been surrounded. Release the hostages immediately and capture them without mercy!"

"Captured without mercy?"

Vallon put down the red wine glass in his hand and turned around with his black gold cane, as if walking on a red carpet filled with lights and applause.

"Oh, no, Director George, if I were you, I wouldn't say that. Besides, you remind me of an old acquaintance, Chief Black of District 13, the bald one!"

"You are as boring as him."

Vallon shrugged.

"Area 13?"

George frowned, thinking about the information revealed in Walloon's words.

"Hey, Zhou, Lasu, Afen, are you ready?"

Walon turned to look at his three men.

At this time, the latter had already packed all the jewelry in the ice bucket, and the three of them were carrying huge packages with bulging bags on their backs.

"Boss, you can leave at any time."

Ah Fen grinned.

"very good."

Valon nodded slightly and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Director George and the night view of New York outside the window. Under the blazing white lights, he seemed to be the most dazzling central figure on the stage!

"Not only are there no lame old men, no annoying little brats, and no that damn archaeologist, but I still have the Holy Lord!"

"Oh, I love this wonderful world!"
Chapter completed!