The banquet hall was silent, so quiet that it seemed as if a needle could be heard.

Everyone put down their wine glasses and saluted Frances with respect in their eyes.

As the first pillar, Francis holds great power and is also strong in himself, so he has a very high prestige among the members of the twelfth house.

The power structure of the twelve palaces is in the shape of a pyramid, with the palace lord standing at the top and being respected as the throne. He usually lives behind the scenes and does not show up on any important occasions.

Under the throne are five pillars, which jointly control the entire twelve palaces, both cooperating with each other and constraining each other.

Francis has been sitting on the position of the first pillar for about ten years, and he is still as stable as Mount Tai if the wind and rain are blowing and the world changes.

Even if Veronica emerged three years ago and became a five-pillar in just a few months since she became an unknown gene.

More than ten years of operation have given Francis an unparalleled influence within the twelfth house. Almost no one can compete with Veronica, except for the popular Veronica.

Compared with Frances, Veronica, Stewart, Schneider, Joanna and others are all latecomers. Veronica has the least qualifications and has only been a five-pillar for only three years.

Many people in the twelve palaces regard Veronica as an idol because her rise is legendary.

The other four people of the Five Pillars, including Francis, were very afraid of Veronica. Stewart and Joanna even regarded her as a thorn in their eyes. After all, Veronica was stepping on them at the beginning.

If not, they wouldn't target Veronica everywhere, and Veronica asked Lin Chong for help was forced.

The power struggle within the twelve palaces is much crueler than outsiders imagine.

"I'll call everyone here today, mainly to introduce a friend to you."

Francis held a wine glass in his hand and looked around, saying slowly: "The one beside me is Mr. Su Yunhai, the president of Galaxy Military Industry Group. From today on, he will be a firm ally of our twelve palaces. I hope everyone can follow him.

Be close to each other.”

After saying that, Francis began to applaud.

"Smack it!"

With Francis leading the way, warm applause suddenly erupted in the banquet hall.

Su Yunhai smiled unabated and nodded to everyone, saying, "Thank you."

After the applause stopped, Francis raised his right hand again, pressed down, and continued: "In the past, we had a lot of friction with the Galaxy Military Industry Group, but that was the past. Mr. Su brought us a group of excellent things.

Weapons, and promise to provide one hundred billion euros in sponsorship annually, what else can we not be satisfied with such a generous friend?”

When everyone heard Francis say this, the applause became more enthusiastic. Everyone looked at Su Yunhai as if they were looking at a boy who was scattered.

Su Yunhai's eyes twitched a few times, and his smile gradually became stiff.

Francis said understandingly: "Mr. Su, do you have anything to say to everyone?"

"Thank you very much for your warm hospitality, which made me flattered."

Su Yunhai coughed lightly. After all, he was not an ordinary person. He quickly hid his true feelings in his heart: "I won't say much if I don't want to. I hope we can help each other and work together."

"Mr. Su, please rest assured. We will do what we promised you."

Francis reached out to inquire: "However, the future is long, and even if you want to cooperate, there is no need to hurry up. Today, let us raise our glasses and drink, only make friends, not talk about business affairs, how about it?"

"Of course it's OK."

Su Yunhai smiled heartily and followed Francis into the crowd.

For a moment, the guests and guests were having fun.

On the left side of the banquet hall, in an inconspicuous corner.

Su Xiaotian stood against the wall, wrapped his arms around his chest, his face hidden in the shadows, and looked blurry.

Next to him, a middle-aged man in a white training suit stood. He looked ordinary, tall, and calm. When his eyes opened and closed, there was lightning and light flowing.

The middle-aged man had a cold expression and was serious, and was incompatible with the lively atmosphere around him. His eyes looked at those genes, and his eyes were filled with contempt.

"Sorry, Master Xia, let you accompany us to this kind of place." Su Xiaotian said in a low voice.

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes, stared at his toes, and said in a light manner: "Being entrusted by others, being loyal to others."

"Actually, I don't agree with my father doing this, but I can't imagine that he insists on doing it alone."

Su Xiaotian sighed: "No matter what, the twelve palaces are all outsiders, and they are notorious criminal organizations. It is tantamount to cooperating with them. If they are bitten backwards in the end..."

"You don't need to explain."

The middle-aged man interrupted Su Xiaotian: "I came here because the order of the sect leader has nothing to do with what you do, and he has no interest in your plans."

Su Xiaotian twitched his cheeks slightly, and he kept his mouth embarrassed.

The same moment.

Rome, Fiumicino Airport.

A private jet with red and white colors slowly landed, scattered hundreds of meters along the runway, and then slowly stopped.

The hatch door opened, the gangway was raised, and a tall and graceful figure walked out of it.

This figure has a long flax color, which is casually scattered behind the head. Under its slender eyebrows, there are a pair of pale blue eyes, as vast as the sky, revealing the meaning of being high above.

There is no doubt that this person who walked out of the plane was Veronica who returned to Rome from Paris.

Veronica stopped at the hatch door, holding the gangway with one hand, looking into the distance, looking thoughtful, not knowing what she was thinking.

Elia, who has a petite figure and a sweet appearance, appeared silently behind Veronica. She was like Veronica's shadow, and she was inseparable from wherever Veronica went.

Below the plane, a group of burly men in black suits stood solemnly, with their chests raised and their eyes squinted. It was the Iron Thorns Legion that returned to Rome first, and Vilo and Dege were among them.

Veronica looked ahead, opened her cherry lips lightly, and asked Ilia in a thin voice like a mosquito: "Are they here?"

Ilia nodded silently.

Veronica's expression relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Take me over here later."

"Yes." Ilia bowed and replied.

Veronica no longer hesitated, stepped off the plane, encouraged her subordinates, then got into a black extended version of Bentley and quickly left the airport.
Chapter completed!