Weiss yelled: "Close the door, you bastards... Dear Lord, what do you want to order? Ha, I have no juice here, only the spirits that are drunk by real men, which is not suitable for you."

The young man's bloodshot eyes stared at Weiss: "I heard from a friend that you can achieve all your wishes here. My friend and his brothers compete for the inheritance, and all of his brothers died in an accident, so he allowed him to inherit the property, right? Isn't it?"

Weiss wiped the table heavily and muttered in a low voice: "Fuck, you can't do business with you noble kids in the future, okay, okay, I admit, what kind of fuck do you want? Remember, if you dare to leak any news about us to those who don't want to do it, you and your family will be dead."

The young man smiled and laughed wildly: "Dear Mr. Weiss, of course, he and I are absolutely close friends. He is very sympathetic and angry at my experience, so he introduced you...billion dollars, sir."

The wine glass in Weiss's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his huge head was attached to the young man's ear: "Dear, what did you say? One billion dollars? God, there are too many rich people in the world... You are a little furry child, probably just to stab your love rival, one billion dollars? How could you ejaculate so much when you slander yourself?"

Several bodyguards changed their color, drew out their weapons, and pointed them at Weiss.

Weiss sneered: "Dear gentlemen, calm down. My dear friends promised me that if I had any accident, your whole family would be retaliated as long as they did not leave the earth. Do you know that you can't afford to offend me? Put down your guns... Gentlemen, don't make me angry."

The young man roared: "Get out, you bunch of trash, get out."

Several bodyguards walked out awkwardly under the young man's series of curses, and Weiss squeezed out a kind smile: "So, sir, what service do you need? For the time being, I believe you have a billion dollars... I don't mind listening to your story. The night is too long, and it's good to have a personal chat... What do you need to order? Coffee?"

The young man walked into the bar by himself, picked up a bottle of brandy, took a sip, looked at Weiss, and gasped and said, "My family, you should have heard of it, the St. Langren family, I am the only member of the family now, and all the property is in my name."

Weiss was interested and whispered: "Ha, the St. Lanren family that ruled 60% of the flower essence production in France? Dear Lord, I'm sorry, I'm rude, what service do you need? How about I recommend a few particularly good brands to you? One billion dollars... God." He muttered in a low voice: "Wouldn't I get a reward of one hundred million dollars? I should consider retiring..."

The young man yelled in a stern voice: "Let that bitch, that damn bitch, make a fool of himself in the whole world, I want to make her family's reputation, and the reputation of her so-called saint, all... As long as I see her ugly appearance exposed to the whole world, I am willing to pay a billion US dollars, no matter how high it is, I have money, I have more than enough money, I want to take revenge on her, I want to take revenge on her entire family... Tell me, can 'they' complete it?"

Weis smiled: "Of course, 'they' are gods of the dark world, 'they' can do everything... Then, your request is."

The young man was vicious and trembling all over his body, and trembled the most evil curse: "Let her fall in love with someone, and then abandon her ruthlessly. Let her family be defiled by her behavior, and let herself never look up in front of the world in this life... This witch, this devil's prostitute, let her be doomed, I hope Satan protects her soul."
Chapter completed!