"Who will a warrior in China be that? Wang Muyun, Situ Zhang, or the old guys in the secret camp, or the big worshiper of the Ji family in the East China Sea?" Hearing the words of the old man with a long beard, the gentleman looked curious.

Although he also knew that if he wanted to kill Rajiv, there was no need for the powerful men he said to have come forward, but since he didn't know much about the Chinese martial arts world, he only knew these few people.

The old man with long beard waved his hand and smiled, "Not one. According to the news I have received, this person is unknown in China and is not very old. He seems to be a young man in his twenties."

"What did you say? I was in my twenties, and that was just a child. He dared to attack us Caesar's people. He was desperate?" One of the old men with white hair and similar to Santa Claus frowned.

"What age is it, it depends on his age, his family background and status. If he came from the top wealthy families in China, even if he was only in his teens, we would have no choice but to do anything to him." The gentleman said coldly.

As soon as he said this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Due to historical reasons, there are very few large families in China, but once they can be called top wealthy families, they will definitely have extraordinary strength.

The most important thing is that those families have a wide range of involvement with the officials, and they are not the ones that they underground forces can confront them.

"He was not from a wealthy family, but from an ordinary family." At this moment, the old man with long beard continued.

"Ordinary family members, then he is too brave." The Indian man said hurriedly.

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something and shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, Rajiv will definitely bring bodyguards when he goes on a trip. How could that kid kill him?"

"That's right, there are many bodyguards around Rajiv, and a few of them have extremely high status in Nordic areas. The boy is only in his twenties. Even if he is a warrior, he cannot have this ability. Don't make a mistake." The gentleman took over and said.

Although the others did not speak, they also looked at the old bearded man with suspicion.

Faced with the doubts of everyone, the old man with long beard did not make too much excuses. He just picked up his cigarette puff and took a deep breath, and then said quietly: "If I tell you that not only Rajiv, but also Laura of the Brotherhood, Yue Qianqiu, the great elder of the southern border, and Sharma, the famous black witch master in Nanyang, all died at the hands of the young Chinese, what would you think?"

"What else can I think? Of course, I am taking what you said as a fart. He is a young junior with no background. He wants to pass through a group of bodyguards and kill Rajiv by his own efforts. It is simply a delusion." The gentleman snorted.

The old man with nearly white hair nodded and responded: "That's right, what you said is impossible. I don't know anything else. Yue Qianqiu is a master-level ancient martial arts master. There are not many people in Europe who can kill him. A mere junior, I'm afraid that even a single hair of his hair cannot be shaken."

"It's not just unshakable. Yue Qianqiu can drown him if he sneezes." Another man who has been doing business in the Nanyang area for many years hurriedly took over the conversation and shouted.

Hearing these sounds, the old man with long beard still did not refute, but continued to smoke his cigarette puff, feeling like everyone was drunk and I was awake alone.

Seeing this, the Indian man couldn't help but hesitate.

In his impression, this old man with long beards has been active in the coastal areas of China and even in the Xiangjiang area for many years. He knows much more about the situation in mainland China than them.

Now that the other party is so sure about this matter, he is really a little shaken.

But soon he shook his head. He didn't know Rajiv's bodyguard, Laura, and Yue Qianqiu very well, but he was not unfamiliar with Sharma.

This person became famous in Indian countries more than ten years ago. He then visited more than a dozen black witch masters, as well as Azan in black in the South China Sea, and devoted himself to practicing black witchcraft on the ancient battlefield for a full ten years. His strength is unfathomable.

Such characters have long been on the top of the world. Unless the official uses modern weapons, it will be difficult for those with equal strength to kill them.

If you take a step back, even if you encounter a strong opponent, the opponent will definitely have a trump card to escape.

"A mere young man in his twenties and has no strong background, it is absolutely impossible to compete with these characters." The Indian man thought to himself.

At this moment, a heavy footsteps suddenly came outside the conference room door, and then Gent walked in surrounded by several bodyguards.

As they entered the door, the entire conference room immediately became quiet.

The expression on Kunte's face was still serious. He saw that he glanced around after entering the door, then took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I believe everyone already knows that Mr. Rajiv was killed a few days ago."

"Mr. Kunte, how did Rajiv die?" Everyone changed their color when they heard that Rajiv was killed, not in other situations. One of the thin-looking old men asked anxiously.

"Mr. Kunte, you just said that Rajiv was killed. Who did you kill him? You must avenge him." Without waiting for Kunte to respond, the old man in black sat in the front row also shouted at the top of his lungs.

He is Rajiv's uncle. Although he has never had a good impression of this nephew, the reason why he was able to hold an important position in Caesar was ultimately because of the other party. Now that the other party is dead, it is really not good news for him.

Kunte nodded slightly and responded in a deep voice: "Mr. Ramo, don't worry, Rajiv is my good brother. Now that he is being harmed by others, I will definitely avenge him."

"Thank you Mr. Quint." The old man in black hurriedly got up and bowed to Quint.

Kunte hurried forward and helped the old man in black to sit down, then sighed: "But... this fact is a bit tricky. The person who killed Rajiv is not easy to deal with."

"What's wrong with you? Isn't it just a junior from China? I'll leave this to me." One of the Caesar senior executives who knew some of the inside stories shouted loudly.

"That's right, a mere junior without background, I, Caesar, can kill him with my hand. Mr. Qunte doesn't need to worry." Another handsome young man nodded and responded.

Kunte did not respond, but just smiled embarrassedly, then turned to look at the portrait of Rajiv in the distance.

Seeing this situation, the handsome young man frowned and said, "Mr. Kunte, are you afraid that killing that kid will attract revenge from the Chinese authorities? In fact, there is no need to worry at all. The dead soldiers under my command have undergone special training and will never reveal any information."
Chapter completed!