God level mage system

Being carried by a strong man, Huey's body swayed back and forth like a doll that fell apart, and the toes of his leather shoes were almost pulled off the ground.

His body was held in mid-air and he was slapped firmly. Huey didn't respond to stress. Instead, he heard the name "Habib" again, which made his originally chaotic eyes regain some sanity.

My whole body trembled, and I said tremblingly, "Damn...Damn Habib, I want to kill him, I must kill him..."

"It's up to you? Humph! Habib is not worthy to lick his shoes!" The strong man sneered, and pushed Huey into the vegetation in the green belt with a flick of his hand.

He took out a pair of micron fiber gloves from his uniform pocket and put them on, then touched behind him and took out a palm-sized metal cylinder.

Throwing it into Huey's arms, he said: "The escape passage behind the reception hall is entrusted to you, remember not to let anyone go, I want to remind you.

In this operation, Khabib wanted to use Dolan's councilors as hostages to blackmail the federal government. Don't screw up and kill the wrong person! "

Huey tremblingly picked up the silver-gray cylinder, which was the hilt of the individual particle lightsaber, and the Aita particle energy storage tank was full, emitting a faint blue luster.

"Habib that idiot, how dare you order me..."

Huey held the hilt of the lightsaber tightly, with a beast-like killing intent in his eyes: "If it weren't for... bad luck, I would have killed him in the bloody fight last time."

"I don't care what you think, this is the leader's order, I won't cover you if you can't complete the task..."

The burly man looked disdainful, straightened the folds of his uniform, and walked into the courtyard wall through the side door exclusive to the security personnel: "I'm going to the auction hall, the brothers are already in place, watch the time for me, act on time in 10 minutes start."

After saying this, he ignored the trembling Huey, and disappeared into the inner corridor of the opera house.

"Hey...hey." After being quiet for a while, Huey looked at the lightsaber in his hand, then turned his cold eyes to the gate of the opera house, and let out a strange laugh: "If you don't kill people, then don't kill people. But if you only cut off your hands and feet, you won't die."

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After the master of ceremonies gave a brief opening speech, the guests gathered in the reception hall of the Opera House to enjoy dancing and dining with live music.

The visiting guests are consciously divided into large and small circles according to their influence and affinity, and communication is limited to their respective circles.

There were many female guests at the scene, but unfortunately, most of them were from families over [-] years old, wives of chaebols, and other young and beautiful girls were also familiar faces in Dolanxing's circle of influence.

Everyone knew that the male guests were just watching from afar, and had no interest in striking up a conversation.

Surrounded by many Yingyans, a woman of Chinese origin in a black dress is the most eye-catching.

Unseen faces.

Those who can be invited to participate in this auction are all powerful forces in Dolanxing. Many guests, especially male guests, are very interested in the real identity of this woman.

The woman sat quietly on the sofa in the corner of the reception hall, just fiddling with the data terminal in her hand, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the dance party.

Instigated by several friends, a handsome young man with thin skin and tender flesh stepped forward: "This beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance?"

"I'm very busy, sorry." Without raising her head, Lin Muwan touched the screen of the terminal with her fingertips and turned the pages of the information.

"Uh..." The man who sent out the invitation was suddenly a little embarrassed.

He thought that his identity and appearance were still outstanding among men, but the woman in front of him didn't even look at him.

"Ahem... It seems that the timing is not coincidental." Qingke concealed his gaffe, but the man still did not give up: "Let me introduce myself, I am from the Li Xing family..."

He was forced to stop halfway through the conversation.

The man opened his mouth and watched Lin Muwan leave his seat and walk aside.

Actually... just walked away like this?
Such an approach would do a huge psychological damage to him.

With such a cold gesture, it is clear that he does not want to communicate with him more.

what's the situation?
The man put down his hands that were frozen in mid-air, and there was a little displeasure in his eyes. In Dolan, there were not many women who dared to reject him like this.

"Sir, is there anything else?" A deep voice suddenly came.

The man took a few steps subconsciously, and turned his head suddenly. Behind him was a man of Chinese origin, wearing a black uniform of a bodyguard.

"you……"

Startled by someone, the man was about to lose his temper. He suddenly looked at the bodyguard in front of him, caught a glimpse of his black pupils, his spine was swept by a gust of cold air, and took two steps back mysteriously: "No...it's nothing... excuse me."

As if possessed by a demon, the man walked back to his companion's wine table in a faltering footsteps.

The young man who was paying attention the whole time came up immediately: "What's the matter, you just came back like this, at least you need to get the contact information?"

"It's really evil..."

The man covered his forehead, looked confused, and said hesitantly, "Why didn't I catch up just now... something is wrong, that woman is very wrong."

When several young masters from local families were playing around, two guests sitting at the next table witnessed the whole incident.

"Master Luo Lin, what do you want to say?" Sitting outside was an old waiter with white hair, wearing a black and white uniform with a clean bow tie, and dressed like a butler.

Opposite him is a young male youth, with long silver-gray hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a gorgeous white robe, sitting in the shadow inside the sofa.

Luo Lin frustrates his raised fingers, the goblet shakes, the crimson wine glistens under the light, and a smile appears on the corner of his mouth: "Excellent."

The old butler seemed to have come to his senses, and explained: "This is the 'Sentimental Vientiane' produced by Rozlik Agricultural Winery. It is a grade A wine that has been cellared for more than 20 years. Dolan's meeting at this meeting is very sincere. Want to auction..."

"No, I didn't mean wine." Luo Lin kept smiling.

Putting aside his identity, judging by his appearance alone, Luo Lin is also a rare handsome man, with profound facial features and a stalwart figure. When he smiles, he looks like a white pear flower blooming in spring.

The old butler frowned slightly, and said: "Master, before coming to Dolan, the master explained that Dolan's current situation is complicated, and a large number of minions of the rebel army are lurking inside the colonial planet. In order to avoid complications, it is better not to have too many women here. Contact, everything is given priority to the family's business expansion plan."

"Woman?" Luo Lin showed a wry smile, spreading his hands in a helpless manner: "Really, you thought I was looking at that woman just now? I mean that man, and it's him I'm actually interested in."

"This..." The old housekeeper frowned even deeper, and the problem seemed to be more serious.

When speaking, Luo Lin's eyes shifted slightly, and he vaguely locked on to the 'bodyguard in black' standing behind Lin Muwan in the distance.