Hilton was walking among celebrities, and it was already dark. The gas wall lamps and chandeliers in the lobby had been lit.

Looking at the watch, it was 6:30 in the evening. He had been walking here for a long time. In addition to pretending to deal with some bad friends, Hilton was looking for the target person.

"Hey, isn't this our Colonel Collina? Why are you here? You haven't had coffee there for a long time."

A gorgeous socialite greeted him. Who was she? Hilton didn't recognize her at all, but she sounded like she was an old friend of Corina's.

Hilton pretended to be polite and asked: "I've been busy lately, so I'll definitely invite you next time. By the way, why hasn't the Duke come out yet?"

"Oh, I guess we should greet distinguished guests in the VIP room, such as General Granger or Professor Russell."

The woman's words aroused Hilton's alert, he put his arms around the socialite's waist, and then asked pretending not to care.

"Is this Professor Russell the brother of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, His Excellency Arthur Russell?"

The socialite covered her mouth and laughed: "Pfft, why do you want to get a relationship with the Prime Minister without getting the position of city councilor? But this brother is not very popular with those in the capital."

"That person is at least the core figure in the Prime Minister's family for two generations, so there is a reason why he doesn't recognize him."

Hilton was talking so much, but he was retreating in his heart. This Arthur Russell had a reputation for ruthlessness when he was in the Navy. He really didn't want to bump into him here.

"Ah, the Duke has come out, let's just be quiet."

Hilton raised his head and followed the lady's gaze. At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, a man wearing a tailored tuxedo, a white shirt and a golden bow tie attracted everyone's attention. The band also stopped playing, and there were men and women dancing on the dance floor.

I also paused and looked upstairs.

This middle-aged man named Bishop has silver threads in his hair, a fat body, a bucket-like waist, and lifeless eyes. It seems that the political struggle in the past year has made him depressed.

"Ahem, welcome to my fifty-fifth birthday party. Give me and the entire Dukedom of North Island some noodles."

"First of all, since I succeeded Count Duy as Speaker of the Kelanger District Council three years ago, I have done a pretty good job. But this world belongs to us, to a group of people like us who are in high positions and still control the situation in their fifties and sixties.

Old men who cling to power."

Bishop said that there was a burst of laughter in the hall. Of course those who made the laughter were the senior nobles and parliamentarians who were in high positions in their fifties and sixties as Bishop said.

"This world still belongs to you, to the middle-aged people in their thirties and forties who work as secretaries for us old men and accumulate political experience."

Hearing this, many people were a little confused. The Duke of North Island, who is famous for not taking sides, still had nothing wrong with his speech, but as always, they couldn't understand what he wanted to say.

"However, the world ultimately belongs to them, the policemen in their twenties who guard the door for us and the servants who pour us wine. For the sake of the future, I will decide to voluntarily give up the post of speaker after completing my five-year term.

, at the same time, I hope that old guys over sixty years old will stop competing for this position, and in the end, let’s fight together for our kingdom.”

After Bishop finished speaking, he slowly walked down the stairs. Everyone was still stunned by the news he announced.

"Does the Duke plan to retire early?"

"Retreat bravely from the rapids."

"I don't think so. This old fox probably wants to get a position in Lumang Upper Court."

Hilton looked carefully at the venue. Two men in black uniforms at the gate looked at everyone in the venue expressionlessly.

Two extraordinary beings? Their rank should not be high.

There was always a security guard standing behind Bishop, holding a briefcase in his hand, only half a step away from him.

Bishop was chatting with several guests in the lobby on the first floor, just under the chandelier composed of eighteen candles.

Great opportunity, right now.

"Boom!" A sound came from outside the room, and the steadily burning gas lamp on the wall flickered a few times before going out.

"How is this going?"

"Is the gas pipe broken?"

Fortunately, there are candles in the hall to provide light sources, and the chandelier hanging on the head of Duke Beidao is the largest light source in the hall.

Hilton touched his waist and saw that the crazy shark was still there. This was his biggest secret. Outsiders thought that his transparency ability could only affect himself. In fact, any inanimate object that his palm came into contact with could become transparent.

Come now, taking advantage of the dim light, Hilton gently flicked the back of the mad shark's knife.

"Ding."

After the mad shark made a crisp sound, a cyan wind blade came out from the blade, and Hilton aimed at the chandelier.

"Dang." After the steel cable of the chandelier was cut off, it fell vertically.

"The Duke is in danger."

The security guard next to the Duke of North Island pulled Bishop back in time.

"Crash." Glass splashed all over the floor, and several guests standing next to Bishop were affected.

"pain."

"Ah, doctor, I need a doctor."

A bunch of VIPs pressed their wounds and shouted for help.

Coward, you have to scream for help even with this little wound, you are pampered.

After scorning him, Hilton obviously didn't expect Bishop to be solved in such a simple way. After the chandelier was knocked down, the light in the hall became much dim.

"transparent."

Taking advantage of the chaos, Hilton turned almost transparent and quietly approached the panicked Bishop.

"Is it so easy to get it done?"

Hilton looked at Bishop, who was only a few steps away, and already imagined that his mad shark stabbed him in the front and chest, and then died in pain while bleeding.

"Snapped!"

Several groups of purple light shone in front of Bishop, and then strangely, Bishop grinned and looked towards him.

Huh? Before Hilton could react, he saw the bodyguard next to Bishop raise his gun, and then there was a gunshot.

"boom!"

When he saw the bodyguard raising his gun, Hilton had already used the skill unconsciously.

"hardening."

This is Hilton's life-saving skill. It can turn the skin into a hardness similar to steel in a short time, and ordinary lead bullets cannot penetrate it.

The imaginary defense did not work. Hilton felt a pain in his left shoulder. He touched his right hand and saw bright red blood covering his fingers.

The guests screamed in fright when they heard the sudden gunfire. Some immediately wanted to rush to the door, while others squatted down with their heads in their hands. A few people in military uniforms didn't pay much attention and looked towards the center of the hall together.

Bishop picked his nose and flicked the boogers towards Hilton, who was still stunned.
Chapter completed!