The prince is a monster

1. Preface...

In Manhattan, the center of New York, there are many tall and majestic skyscrapers. The most important business and finance in New York are distributed here. You can see BMW and Mercedes-Benz everywhere. Even the Rolls-Royce Phantom series may also be here. See.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest summer day, and the decadent nightlife in New York had not yet arrived. On the streets of Manhattan, there were almost no other pedestrians except for the various sports cars passing by and the various shops along the street.Just at this time, a luxury motorcade unexpectedly appeared.There are a total of nine cars in the team, the front four and the back four are all the top models of the Mercedes-Benz S series S600, and the middle one is a silver-white Lincoln extended car.The appearance of the convoy instantly attracted the shop assistants along the street and a few pedestrians. Everyone screamed and ran out of the air-conditioned room, scrambling to watch and take pictures, but the convoy disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was a pity.

The convoy drove rapidly along the wide lane, and slowly slowed down until it turned into Seventh Avenue.

Not long after, they could be seen stopping in front of a towering building, and on the front of the building, several gold-plated letters of "Clays Building" glistened in the sunlight.

Waiting at the entrance of the building were dozens of American men in high-end suits and a sexy French woman. When they saw the car stop, they immediately stood at attention, fearing that something might go wrong.

Everyone was full of question marks. Didn't the president discuss business with SIG in Washington? Why did he come back in such a hurry?Although puzzled, none of them would be stupid enough to ask this question.

The car door opened slowly, and a mature, stable, slightly bald middle-aged man stepped out from the co-pilot. Regardless of whether the bodyguards followed, he walked up to the vice president and asked anxiously: " How long has he been here?"

The vice president didn't know why, and raised his head sweating.

Robert Carradine waved his hand impatiently and ran straight to the elevator entrance.Or Claudette, the vice president's assistant? Fleming was active, and immediately understood what the president meant, and said respectfully at the elevator entrance: "He came here 10 minutes ago and is waiting in the reception room on the nineteenth floor."

Such a person came here today. Although she felt a little unbelievable, she still bravely answered the president's question.

Robert Carradine glanced at Claude appreciatively, and took his assistant to the elevator.

Seeing the light on the elevator light up, the rest of the crowd took a breath.This devilish president is not something they dare to provoke.

Robert Carradine stood at the door of the reception room, calmed down the flustered heartbeat caused by the violent running, and then pushed open the door of the reception room with a standard smile.

As soon as the door opened, she saw an overly young man facing her sideways, having a heated flirtation with the company's new employee.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the young man turned to look at Robert who came in, smiled slightly, and said, "Here we are."

The young man was wearing an Armani black casual shirt, had dazzling slightly curly blond hair, exquisite facial features, but full of vigor, deep blue eyes as dazzling as jewels, thin lips like engravings, he was a stunningly beautiful man.

His voice was very gentle, but it made Robert shiver involuntarily.He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, young master."

The blond handsome man stood up, bowed politely to the sluggish clerk, then walked up to Robert, threw a sentence: "Go to your office" and walked out.

Robert lowered his head and followed behind him.

In the luxurious and majestic CEO's office, a handsome blond man sat casually on a leather-backed chair, holding an 82-year-old Lafite wine in his hand. He gently shook the transparent wine glass in his hand, looking at the bright red wine glass. The liquid slowly climbed up and then fell down quickly, and the corner of the mouth slightly raised a beautiful arc: "Dear Robert, don't be so nervous, you are doing very well. I am here this time to listen to you explain in detail about that. The situation of this matter, you know, the current communication tools are not very secure, I don't want to be eavesdropped by others. Come, Robert, sit down and have a glass of red wine."

After speaking, he pointed to the red wine bottle surrounded by ice cubes on the table.

Robert, known as the "Devil President", is like a cat at this time. The air conditioner in the room is turned on just right, but his back is still soaked in cold sweat. He doesn't dare to sit down and drink.

Swallowing his saliva quietly, he said respectfully: "Master, we have found the prince's trace, he should be in Australia, he originally took Asuka with him, but he abandoned him when he arrived in Canberra , and then disappeared.”

After finishing speaking, fine beads of sweat appeared on his head, and he was ashamed. I don't know if the young master will be angry.

"Even Asuka couldn't keep up, and I can't blame you. What about the others, have you seen other forces looking for him?"

"Yes, the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi, the Russian Ivan family, and the Dutch royal family are also looking for them, and there are some scattered small forces. However, it seems that they have been tricked by Asuka to other places. For the time being, the only one who knows that he is in Australia is us."

"Okay, well done. Keep working hard, don't let me down." The blond man put down his wine glass, turned his chair 180 degrees, and waved his right hand facing the large glass window.

Robert leaned over slightly and stepped back gently.

The blond man looked at the blue sky with bright eyes, and murmured, "It's really interesting, the Mayan prince who ran away at the coming-of-age ceremony..."

2. The child picked up by Chapter 1...

The spring is bright, and the afterglow of the setting sun lightly sprinkles on the playground of Shengying High School. This afternoon is leisurely and beautiful.

Xiao Feibai leaned lazily on the big pillar of the small stand on the east side of the school, and whistled loudly at the man passing by underneath.

The man looked up at him expressionlessly, then continued to walk forward.

He was wearing an ordinary black cotton T-shirt. His facial features were as resolute as carvings, with clear outlines, and his slender eyes were as deep as a whirlpool. When he saw them, he could really suck people in.

Seeing that he ignored him, Xiao Feibai didn't care, walked to the railing and lay down on his stomach, and shouted to the man's back: "Hey, see you Qin Bing, you're late today!"

After finishing speaking, he laughed arrogantly.

The man didn't look back, and continued to rush outside the campus.

It wasn't until his back disappeared that Xiao Feibai stopped laughing, brushed back the hair falling in front of his forehead, and walked slowly towards the dormitory.

Alas, I had his professional class this afternoon, but in order to catch him, I had to run away again.

Shengying High School is a private school in City A, and it is also a weird private school.It is not very famous, but those who are interested will find that the students who come out of this school can be unique in any field and become the leader among them.The weirdest thing is his recruiting method, it doesn't look at money or status, but if you like someone, you will receive an invitation letter when that person graduates from kindergarten, an invitation letter that no one can refuse.

Due to the school's unique teaching methods, Shengying High School has been divided into several departments since high school.

And Xiao Feibai is a transfer student from the Archeology Department of High School.

Back in the dormitory, as expected, the honest Lin Yinan was lying on the bed alone, reading a book, and his thick glasses had no prescriptions.

Xiao Feibai climbed up the ladder, tore off the "Appreciation of Ancient Cultural Relics" in front of Lin Yinan, and twitched his lips disapprovingly: "I read it every day, and I still read it after memorizing it."

"Well, the mid-term exam is coming soon, so it's better to consolidate more." Lin Yinan smiled shyly, pushed up the thick glasses, and continued: "Feibai, the notes I wrote for you , have you read all of them?"

"Uh..." Xiao Feibai completely forgot about the exam, and quickly changed the subject: "Where are the two of them going back?"

"I know you haven't watched it, alas, Feibai, you should watch it if you have time, maybe you want to make up the exam again!?"

"Okay." Xiao Feibai reluctantly agreed, thinking of the bleak situation of last year's final exam when he was the only one in the class to make up the exam, he thought to himself, he should bring a few books to read when he went to "Psychedelic" at night.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, Fang Qi and Liu Jian are both going home, should we go back too?" Lin Yinan asked tentatively, with some small expectations, but our classmate Xiao Feibai obviously didn't notice at this point.

"I won't go back. It's not that you don't know that I'm the busiest weekend. You have nothing to do at school anyway, so go back first. Home is much more comfortable than a dormitory."

"Forget it, it's not interesting for me to go back alone, it's good to review at school." Lin Yinan covered his slightly disappointed eyes, and lay down on his back.

"Whatever you want." Xiao Feibai didn't say much, walked to his desk, stuffed the notebook and a few books that Lin Yinan had copied for him into his Nike backpack, and faced Lin Yinan He said hello and walked out of the dormitory.

Seeing his leaving back, Lin Yinan sighed slightly.Unexpectedly, I thought of the scene when I met Xiao Feibai for the first time at the end of last summer.

It was a rainy summer night. Lin Yinan was standing at the back door of the No. 610 bus with a big bag on his back. With the sound of a female voice announcing the stop, the door squeaked open before he had time to open it. Umbrella, the bus driver yelled to let him go down quickly, Lin Yinan had no choice but to jump down with the umbrella, and was immediately soaked by the downpour, he held the umbrella