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"But that kid is a good person. If your blood oath falls into his hands, you may not be able to use it for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, John breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Godfather, does he have any enemies?"

John couldn't help asking, maybe it was in case Ye Heng used this blood oath to prepare for it in the future.

"That kid is quite a good person, and he hasn't made any enemies in the beautiful country for so long."

"Oh, yes, there is indeed one."

"The secretary of state of the beautiful country, Morgan, the relationship between the two is quite stiff."

Speaking of this, the godfather seemed to think of something.

"I take back what I just said, maybe that blood oath is really useful."

At this moment, John was completely dumbfounded.

The secretary of state of the beautiful country?How did these two become enemies!

John suddenly felt a little regretful, and just rejected the godfather's proposal.

If Ye Heng really asked him to kill the Secretary of State, he would be in trouble.

Although even the president is afraid of the powerful network behind the godfather, that does not mean that they can tolerate his misconduct.

On the president's side, he has always had a relationship with the godfather.

The godfather would not go too far on weekdays to give the president some face.

On the contrary, when something happens, the president will turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye, as if nothing has been discovered.

And when the time is right, give the godfather a green light or something.

This delicate state has been maintained between the two parties.

If he did kill the Secretary of State, not even the Godfather and the Mafia could save him.

Because this is like tearing off the thin layer of shame paper between the two parties, which will completely irritate both parties.

"Have a good rest."

"It's my daughter's wedding in two days, and I don't want you to be absent."

"Don't worry about that child. Although he and the Secretary of State have a big conflict, it hasn't reached the point of life and death."

"If necessary, I will help."

Hearing this, John's hanging heart was stabilized.

At the same time, Ye Heng was lying on the bed, swiping his phone boredly.

As for the blood oath gold coin, Ye Heng put it into the suit that Mrs. Timis customized for him, and put it together with the previous gold coin.

He didn't know the purpose of the blood oath gold coin at all, and just kept him as a gold coin with a different style from the previous gold coins.

Now Ye Heng is not in the mood to think about the value of those gold coins.

He was more concerned about the wedding banquet in a few days' time.

Roland has been calling him for the past two days, asking him if he has thought it through and when he will sign the contract.

Ye Heng had to spend a lot of effort every time to make Roland hang up the phone.

He was afraid that if it dragged on, Roland would directly pick up a gun and force him to sign.

But when it comes to guns, Ye Heng suddenly felt that maybe he should learn how to use guns.

The scene of John being hunted down last time is still vivid in my memory.

In the future, when I make a movie about the black and beautiful country, a peanut may pop out from nowhere.

He'd better learn it.

Chapter 142 Killer's Friendship

Two days later.

Ye Heng put on the suit that Mrs. Timis had customized for him, and held the diamond necklace in his hand.

"du~du~du~"

When the phone rang, Ye Heng picked it up and saw Mrs. Timis's name.

"Hello, sister."

"Hey brother, I'm downstairs in the hotel, you can come down now."

"Okay, I'll come down here."

Ye Heng hung up the phone and ran downstairs immediately.

In a few minutes he was in Mrs. Timis' car.

It was still Rhodes who drove.

"You don't have to be too nervous about this wedding banquet. Although the guests are all big shots, but my father is there, they don't dare to show any face."

"To put it bluntly, this is a social meeting, and you can also take this opportunity to meet some people."

"You are very well-known in the beautiful country now, and you are no worse than anyone in it, so you must hold your head high when you walk, and don't feel inferior to them!"

Mrs. Timis said, teaching Ye Heng bit by bit.

After driving for almost an hour, they came to a manor.

There are many cars parked at the gate of the manor, but none of them seem to be very ordinary vehicles, and there is no particularly noisy car.

"Although all the people who come here are famous and rich people, my father doesn't like publicity very much, so when everyone comes to participate, they will all change into ordinary cars."

"Of course, it's just that the brand and appearance look ordinary, but the inside is still bulletproof glass and various life-saving measures."

Mrs. Timis introduced very carefully.

The two got out of the car and walked towards the manor.

Several servants immediately ran over and led the two inside.

"Sir, is this your present?"

A servant looked at the gift in Ye Heng's hand and asked.

Ye Heng nodded.

"Please leave it to me."

As he said that, the gift in Ye Heng's hand turned out to be put on the side where gifts were piled up.

A small mountain has been built up in that place, and there are hundreds of presents.

It's not enough that every gift looks very small, and the gifts should be small and precious things.

The serving servant brought champagne.

Mrs. Timis picked up two glasses and handed one to Ye Heng.

"Get to know the people around you well, and I'll go see my sister."

After speaking, he walked away.

Ye Heng was stunned by this moment.

Socializing was not something he was good at.

Mrs. Timis keeping him here is tantamount to throwing a landlubber into the water! !

But since Jindu came in, it was impossible to turn around and leave, for fear of being blacklisted.

And he has to ask the godfather for help!

Thinking of this, Ye Heng had no choice but to grit his teeth, stand still and sip champagne from time to time, trying not to attract the attention of others.

"Ye Heng?"

A slightly familiar voice sounded.

Ye Heng turned around and saw John standing behind him.

"John??"

Both were clearly a little surprised to see each other here.

"Thank you for saving me last time."

After a few seconds of silence, John spoke first.

"There, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

The two just chatted one after another.

Unknowingly, they got a little familiar with each other.

But this is really a helpless move, Ye Heng has no other acquaintances here.

Mrs. Timis left again, so he could only chat with people he knew.

And John originally wanted to say hello and left.

In the end, Ye Heng dragged him inexplicably, and he couldn't walk away, so he could only chat with Ye Heng.

After chatting for ten minutes, the two naturally became familiar with each other.

"By the way, your marksmanship should be very good."

John smiled slightly, "It's okay, I can barely hit the target."

"Then can you teach me?" Ye Heng asked.

Although he only saw John use a gun once, that is, the time he was chased on the street.

But that approach seems very professional.

If you can find him to teach yourself how to practice a gun, it might be a good choice.

And John who heard this was obviously a little surprised.

"Learn to shoot? Do you want to learn to shoot?"

"why?"

"To protect myself." Ye Heng shrugged and said.

Hearing this, John froze for a moment.

Seems like a reasonable request indeed.

And there are quite a lot of shooting cases in the beautiful country.

Especially against people of color like this.

Ye Heng really should learn about guns.

However, he himself does not really want to be someone else's coach.

Not that he despised the profession.

It's just that he's done it before and wasn't happy about it.

That was his only time as a coach and the last time.

And there is only one student of his, and that is Sonny.

That's right, The Godfather's oldest son, Sonny.

The godfather asked him to teach his eldest son, Sonny, how to shoot.

John taught for a whole year, and finally Sonny's shooting skills finally went from missing the target with every gun to a "good result" of hitting seven out of ten shots.

After that, John never taught anyone how to shoot.

"My fee is very high." John said jokingly, which was also a rejection of Ye Heng.

But I don't know if it's the difference in language and culture, or something else, Ye Heng didn't hear the meaning of these words.

He seemed to have thought of something, and took out two gold coins from his pocket.