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In front of the villa door, the old man in front looked up at the door number, and a young man carrying a gift box came forward from behind and said something unknown.

The old man nodded slightly, and another young man carrying fruit rang the doorbell.

With a click, the door opened.

Remote control, automatic door opening, very advanced.

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously he had never seen it before.

The owner obviously knew they were coming.

Seeing that the door was about to close automatically again, the old man quickly jumped in with the two young men.

Although he was a little embarrassed, fortunately no one saw him and there was no embarrassment.

The old man puffed out his chest and regained some of his magnanimity. The lights were on inside the villa, and he walked through a courtyard and arrived at the main entrance of the living room on the first floor.

Entering the living room, the old man saw a round table directly in front of him. Sitting at the round table was a young man, about twenty-three or four years old, who looked very young.

Looking around, there was no one else there, so the old man thought he had gone to the wrong place.

"The giant wolf Fenrir?"

Before the old man could speak, Chen Muyu spoke first.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly. Although the name is just a code name, in the Western world, only people of his generation dare to call it directly in front of him. A strong person has the majesty of a strong person. It is taboo to call a strong person by his first name. , whether in the East or the West, it is an extremely impolite thing.

"Who are you?"

Although he felt unhappy, the fact that this young man could call his name proved that he was not in the wrong place today.

He speaks decent Mandarin. Although he has a bit of a weird accent, it doesn't affect communication.

Chen Muyu smiled, "You came to my house and asked me what my name was?"

As he spoke, he looked up and down at the old man in front of him. Although this old man was old, he did have an invisible powerful aura about him. He looked like a wild wolf, especially his eyes, which were inexplicably deep, even though he stood there without moving. , still gives people the feeling of facing a ferocious beast.

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Name: Fenrir.

Introduction: The elder of the Gaia Guild in the Western World, an eighth-level earth pattern master, controls the Fenrir giant wolf beast pattern, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

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This old man must be very rich.

After scanning Fenrir's information, Chen Muyu suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

Before this, Chen Muyu had checked some information on the Internet. Legend has it that the giant wolf Fenrir is one of the ten mythical beasts in northern mythology, the first child of Loki, the god of mischief, and the giantess Angerboda. The eldest brother of the snake Jörmungandr and the god of death Hela, he is regarded as the "monster that shakes the earth."

The gods tried to bind it with different shackles three times, and it was not until the third time that one of the hands of Tyr, the god of war, was sacrificed that they succeeded. During Ragnarok, the giant wolf Fenrir swallowed the god Odin in one mouthful and was later killed by Odin's son Vidar.

Fenrir, the ground tattoo master in front of him, had the tattoo of this mythical beast, so he called himself by his name.

The two young men at the back, one named Buck and the other Jason, are both Fenrir's disciples, fifth-level earth pattern masters, equivalent to martial arts practitioners in the Jingjing realm.

Fenrir is an eighth-level strongman, so he can naturally see that Chen Muyu is different. Although tattoo masters and martial arts practitioners are different, the energy fluctuations on his body are still easy to sense.

Is it actually involving a martial artist?

Fenrir frowned slightly, thinking in his mind that he was cautious when he came to the East this time, because he knew that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Eastern world. Even their profession of tattoo masters originated from the East, and the strength of Eastern martial arts cultivators Not inferior to the tattoo artist.

This is what Fenrir least wants to see, but since he's already here, wouldn't it be a wasted trip if he leaves without achieving his goal?

"Where's Zhang? Where is she?"

Fenrir went straight to the point without any politeness. Maybe he didn't even understand what politeness meant.

He now understood a little bit why Zhang Furong fled back here. It turned out that she had connections with local martial arts cultivators, and most likely came back to seek asylum.

There was no aura of other strong men in the villa, and the young man in front of him was only equivalent to the energy fluctuation of a sixth-level tattoo master. Fenrir naturally would not take Chen Muyu seriously.

"Your people injured her, and she is recuperating upstairs!" Chen Muyu said directly.

Fenrir made a gesture, and the two disciples behind him immediately walked over and put the things in their hands on the table next to Chen Muyu.

"What does this mean?"

Chen Muyu found it a bit funny. Could this be the legendary saying of "doing as the Romans do when you're in a native place"?

"My two disciples were a bit harsh, I have already punished them!"

Fenrir took two steps forward, "I came here today because I want to see Zhang. I need to talk to her about some things. Let her come out!"

After the fight, come to apologize again?

But it's not necessarily a sincere apology. It's called fighting first and then paying homage.

Chen Muyu pointed to a chair next to her, "It's not convenient for her. If anything happens, you can tell me the same thing!"

"you?"

Fenrir frowned slightly, came to the chair and sat down, looking at Chen Muyu, "I don't even know who you are!"

"its me?"

Chen Muyu said unhurriedly, "My name is Chen Muyu, and I am now Ms. Zhang Furong's spokesperson. She won't see you now. If you have anything, please tell me!"

Fenrir stared at Chen Muyu with a sullen face. He didn't speak for a long time. His eyes seemed to be saying, are you good enough to talk to you?

"I heard her say that you came all this way to get something in her hand?" Chen Muyu asked.

Fenrir brushed his fluffy beard, "I won't beat around the bush with you, let her give that thing to me, and I promise not to pester her again!"

Chen Muyu waved his hand, "Mr. Fenrir, you have to tell me clearly first, what do you want?"

"You don't know? You don't know, what are you talking about with me for so long?" Fenrir's eyes widened, feeling that he was being teased, "Young man, I don't want to have anything to do with you Eastern martial cultivators. I hope you won’t get involved. This doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you, and there’s no need for me to be afraid of you. This is a grudge between me and the Archangel Guild…”

"Mr. Fenrir!"

Chen Muyu interrupted him, "I hope you can understand that this is not the West. If you come here to take people, you have already crossed the line..."

Fenrir paused, and his eyes gradually became fierce, "Young man, I think you really don't know the heights of the world!"

"What, Mr. Fenrir, do you want to take action?" Chen Muyu asked calmly.

"snort!"

Fenrir snorted coldly, "Is a sixth-level monk worthy of my action? Young man, please tell Ms. Zhang that I will wait for her at Hulu Villa in the northern suburbs tomorrow night. I hope she can bring what I want. , if it doesn’t come by the deadline, I can’t guarantee what I can do. Last time I broke an arm, this time, huh..."