Two agents brought them to the door and followed closely behind him.

...

Top floor, inside the office.

Ryan pushed the door and walked in. On the right was a huge swimming pool, with a rippling aperture that was charming and seductive. The man turned his back to him, a pure white bathrobe, and he supported himself on the table with one hand and held a glass of wine in his hand.

Ryan raised his head. The man did not wear a mask this time, but he always turned his back to him, "So angry?"

"It's also a blessing for you to say it," Ryan sneered, "Is it fun to play with me? Is it a unique sense of accomplishment?"

"I didn't fool you."

The man sips the wine.

Ryan took a step forward, but the agent behind him pressed his shoulder. He raised his hand and waved it, "Don't bother him~ Damn it!"

"It seems that I'm really angry," the man straightened up. As soon as he turned around, all the lights in the office went out, leaving only the extremely shallow wall lights, and he couldn't see his face clearly. "Aren't I here to fulfill my promise?"

The man walked towards him, and Ryan's sneer became stronger and stronger, "How many days have you been?"

"It's not my fault. You know, it's very troublesome to transfer so much land," the man stood in front of him, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly tilted over, pressing his lips with the mouth of the glass, "Try it?"

"Take it away!"

Ryan disliked her face and turned her face away. The man smiled, "I remember you don't like drinking red wine, you like drinking brandy."

"Who are you?" Ryan suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Are you so shameful?"

"Shameful people and not wanting to see people are two different concepts," the man put down his wine glass and suddenly reached out to pull open the bathrobe. Ryan's eyebrows raised his vigilance, and the man laughed out loud, "Don't you think I'm interested in you?"

“I don’t like animals.”

"Is that?" The man was not angry and flicked his face lightly, "Actually, you are quite cute. Why haven't the gauze on your face been removed yet?"

"It has nothing to do with you," Ryan said with a cold face. "When can I go out?"

"The transfer has been completed and the stamp has been confirmed, so," the man straightened up and turned toward the swimming pool, "You can go out now."

Ryan turned around and left.

The man's voice rang behind him, "Remember, within three days, including going and returning, I will see your people standing here, my people will always follow you, don't try to escape, you know my means."

Bang!

Ryan slapped the door hard.

The two agents stood still and did not move. Then the man turned around, "The people who followed him were looking for the most powerful ones. I don't allow any mistakes. I must bring him back. In addition, wherever he went, who he met, and what he said, even a word, he would write down. Don't let him ask questions, and you can't answer other people's questions, and prevent all communication."

"Yes, Master."

The man smiled and picked up the photo pressing on the desk again.

He was very curious about what the person who could make him give like that would look like?

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Las Vegas.

Cafe.

In the inner room, Mo Beiyan pushed the door and walked in. As soon as he sat down, the sound of footsteps came from the door.

The man narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and the door was knocked, "Young Master Yan, it's me."

Mo Beiyan took off his sunglasses and "Come in."
Chapter completed!