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In an era when the descendants of royal families have lost their power and withered away, these young men and women on the platform are the real aristocrats of this world.

"This train was specially customized for the royal family, but Her Majesty the Queen began to advocate frugality and reduce the royal family's expenses before the train was refitted. As a result, this most luxurious Continental Star Express has never been used. If it hadn't been for our arrival, I don’t know how many years it will be sealed.”

The young man who spoke was wearing a slim-fitting suit hand-cut by top masters in the Milan fashion industry, which highlighted his tall and slender figure. In addition, he had an aristocratic look that he had cultivated since he was a child, and he was also elegant in style.

Hall Wallenberg.

The leader of the younger generation of the Wallenberg family.

Walking side by side with Hall was a beautiful girl with flowing blond hair, whose full name was Ruth Nathan Rothschild.

The surname Rothschild alone gives a girl the ability to look down on all living beings.

A man and a woman, representing two wealthy families with the deepest foundations.

Both families adhere to one principle: to exist but not to be seen.

In this age of advanced information, a truly wealthy family can only keep the whole family covered in a mysterious cloak and hide it from the eyes of the world.

The rich and famous people who are hyped up and down by various lists and media are as small as ants and not worth mentioning compared with these wealthy families whose hands cover the sky.

"Before leaving, grandpa told me that I must use this trip to get to know you better. This is related to the future of our two families."

There's something in Hall's words.

Ruth smiled noncommittally.

The two major families, who are the leaders of the conservative faction of the GJ Society, have been very close in order to effectively suppress the radical faction. However, in the view of the proud Ruth, they are far from the point of marriage.

Moreover, she admired the Iron Lady Thatcher and wanted to be the future queen of her family, not a tool for marriage.

On the heavily guarded platform, young men and women boarded the luxury train chatting and laughing, and the carefully selected and trained waiters saluted respectfully.

The train has eight carriages and is equipped with restaurants, bars, gyms, conference rooms, and chess and card rooms. Each bedroom is carefully designed, decorated and furnished, and has its own bathroom.

The young men and women in a good mood visited almost every car before concentrating on the car that had been converted into a bar, and each found a seat to sit down.

At this time, another group of people, more than a hundred in number, came onto the platform, wearing uniform black uniforms, holding their heads high and walking in neat steps.

These men don't look like soldiers, but they are more imposing than soldiers, showing an indomitable and formidable edge.

The men and women in the carriage looked at him sideways.

"This should be the bodyguard of Blackstone Company hired by the elders for us." Hall said and looked at Ruth.

He saw Ruth looking intently out of the car window, and subconsciously followed Ruth's gaze and saw Chen Muze walking in front of the strict formation.

Although Chen Muze was also dressed in black, he stood out from the crowd and became the first object of attention for the men and women in the car.

Hall frowned slightly.

The woman he cares about pays attention to another man in front of him, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Chen Muze did not look into the carriage and led people into the last carriage.

Ten minutes later, the luxury train started slowly and left St. Pancras Railway Station.

Nearly thirty men and women in the bar car toasted to celebrate.

Traveling by train together was very new to these men and women with extraordinary family backgrounds.

In the rear compartment of the train, more than a hundred people silently inspected weapons and equipment, as if rushing to the battlefield.

Before departure, Chen Muze and the Firefox senior management formulated multiple sets of emergency measures and thought of the worst.

Prepare for a rainy day so that you don't lose sight of one thing when something goes wrong.

Thinking of the possibility of being attacked by the Illuminati, Chen Muze had no intention of admiring the scenery. He checked the carriages one by one to eliminate hidden dangers and omissions, and also learned about the internal structure of the train.

Details sometimes determine success or failure.

The luxury of the train also opened Chen Muze's eyes, but what impressed him most was the safety. The entire train was bulletproof, including the glass.

No expense spared.

Pursue safety, luxury and comfort.

Chen Muze commented on this Continental Star Express specially customized for the royal family.

When he reached the bar car, the black-clad bodyguards guarding the connection between the cars stopped him from moving forward with cold expressions.

"I am responsible for the safety of the train. Please don't block my way." Chen Muze squinted at the people blocking the road. One of them turned out to be an acquaintance.

Anthony Taylor.

The Firefox European Theater Command originally arranged for Taylor to command the remaining two hundred soldiers of the Tiger Battalion.

Two hundred people from the Tiger Battalion signed a petition, and Chen Muze, whose pseudonym was Leng Feng, was their commander.

Taylor hated Chen Muze because of this, and later accepted a high-paying employment from the Wallenberg family and left Firefox.

Neither of them expected to meet on this train.

Enemy road is narrow.

Chen Muche slandered.

"Without the permission of the people inside, you are not qualified to enter this carriage." Taylor, who looked like the head of the bodyguard, looked at Chen Muze with disdain.

"is it?"

Chen Muze put his hand on Taylor's shoulder and smiled playfully.

Taylor wanted to nod and say yes, but suddenly felt that Chen Muze's hand on his shoulder was as heavy as a rock. He didn't have time to hold on, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

The remaining bodyguards were stunned.

"As long as you know you're wrong, why kneel down!" Chen Muze teased Taylor, pushing aside the bewildered people and entering the lively bar car.

Taylor, who knelt down in embarrassment, waited for a long time before standing up with a grin on his face. His knees and shoulder blades, which were pressed by Chen Muze, were broken, and they were sore.

Damn, how did this kid become so strong?

Taylor was shocked and angry.

Chen Muze's strength far exceeded his expectations, which made him feel embarrassed. He was so jealous that he took out his gun and chased Chen Muze.

In the bar car, Chen Muze looked around at everyone and said, "Hello everyone, let me just say a few words. From the moment you board the train, I will be responsible for your safety."

"I only trust my bodyguards."

Someone interrupted Chen Muze with a strange look.

At this moment, Taylor, who had been teased by Chen Muze, chased him fiercely into the car and put a gun to the back of Chen Muze's head.

This guy yelled at Chen Muche not to move and slowly exited the carriage with him.

Some people were shocked, some were surprised.

Hall, who deliberately sat next to Ruth, swung his wine glass gracefully and looked at Chen Muze with a deep smile, a little gloating.

Next to him, Ruth was also staring at Chen Muze with interest, wondering how this handsome guy would deal with this unexpected situation.