Paul's face seemed to be angry, and he couldn't seem to accept the result, so he broke out in an instant. He spat on the ground and said, "if it wasn't for me, it would be nothing now."
"I gave you everything you wanted, including your ideal music country, and the wealth you can't spend all your life, but you said you wanted to dissolve the symphony orchestra."
Meister just frowned and didn't stop Paul from yelling angrily. However, seeing Paul's constant chatter, Meister's eyes turned cold and stared at him and said, "Paul, you seem to say the opposite. It should be because of my existence that these achievements have been made."
"Business performance, advertising, fan management, investor reception, if I were not in the middle, even if you are talented, you would not become a superstar like today."
Paul growled at him viciously: "but you have played enough and don't want to play any more."
"Don't forget, it's not a game you can play if you want to, or not if you don't want to."
"In a word, the Meister symphony orchestra must not be dissolved. If you want to dissolve it, I will kill you."
"My life is up to me." Meister said calmly.
"In the past five years, you've made a lot of money. That's enough. We can get together and get together." Meister didn't get angry, but calmly turned to pack up.
"What bullshit is good for gathering and scattering."
Paul said coldly, and then several bodyguards in suits rushed in from the door. These bodyguards were originally hired by Paul, the agent, to protect mester, but now they have become tools to control him.
The bodyguard takes out his shotgun and points it at Meister. Meanwhile, he surrounds him.
"Are you trying to manipulate me? Paul Meister turned to see a few bodyguards, coldly said, "remember, you are just an agent, not qualified to order me."
"I don't need to report to anyone what I want to do, and I never do what I don't want to do." Meister took a short baton in his arms, and then looked at the agent who had been together for several years in front of him indifferently. His voice was a faint sense of killing: "otherwise you will regret it."
"Regret?" Paul laughed arrogantly and angrily: "I will really regret if I let you go. Where can I find such a good product in the future? As long as there is a band, I will always be able to make money."
At this time, Paul drew a musket from his back and put it directly on Meister's throat.
Meister didn't move. The baton of his left hand dropped to his side. He gave Paul a calm look: "are you sure you want to point the gun at me?"
"Idiot." Paul vomited again and looked at him with a ferocious face: "how can I be willing to kill you, the money tree? I still expect you to make more money for me. As long as you continue to perform, I won't touch you."
"If you don't agree, I'll kill you now. I'm looking for someone to pretend to be you. Then you can continue to make money with or without you."
Paul is good at calculating, but he doesn't know that Meister in front of him is not so easy to be manipulated, and what he doesn't know is how terrible Meister is standing in front of him.
"I've given you a chance..." Meister suddenly sighed, "but you still pointed the gun at me."
But at this time, the door suddenly opened again, and all the people in the room were stunned, especially Meister, who was surprised to see his pupils shrink.
TA, Ta, Ta, the clear footstep is like a drum, very rhythmic.
The man who entered the room, with two knives on his left waist, laughed when he saw the bodyguard and Paul threatening Meister with a gun: "I didn't expect that in the first half of the great route, the most famous Bounty Killer in the dark world [night demon] would be put on the neck by ordinary people with a fire gun."
"I thought that Tangtang [night demon] would be as sharp in life as the dark world. I didn't expect that he was a gentle artist."
Hearing this, Meister didn't show any surprise. He just put his eyes on the young man with a knife.
But his agent Paul was shocked. What did he mean?
"Who are you..." Paul asked the passer-by coldly, and then suddenly reacted. He turned his head and looked at the elegant man who had been together for more than five years. Are you... Night... Night demon?
His answer was a cold and solemn smile.
Of course, Paul knows the name of the night demon. He knows that the Bounty Killer named "night demon" has assassinated many big people. He can be said to be the gold medal killer in the first half of the great route, but how could he be Meister?
He was in a cold sweat, and his heart seemed to be pounded by a huge hammer. It seemed that all his organs stopped working, and his breathing was also rapid.
Why... Why... Why is Meister a night demon? It must be this guy's nonsense. In the past five years, Meister has been under his surveillance. How can he become a night demon without knowing it?
"Don't you understand?" The young man with the knife spoke again, so he stepped forward and said with a smile.
The man who entered the room was Reinhardt who followed Meister. How could the ordinary guards outside stop him? As early as Meister entered the main stage to conduct, Reinhardt noticed Meister's eccentricity, and then saw the wound on his hand. His doubts became deeper, so he deliberately followed him.
Only through the deep changes in Meister's eyes just now can he really confirm that the elegant musician in front of him is the reward killer who failed to assassinate Nicholas, a world government official a few days ago
[night demon]!!!
He is a musician and conductor. He has his own symphony orchestra and agent team. At the same time, he has some extraordinary talents and achievements in music, so he is loved by thousands of people. He has cured many people with music.
But in the dark, no one knows that Meister, a famous musician, is also a famous Bounty Killer in the dark world.
These two opposite professions have made great achievements.
Reinhardt's voice was very light, as if he were sketching the most common thing, but Meister's brows were frowning.
The sudden arrival of Reinhardt made him feel a strong sense of crisis, but the more this time, the less flustered he was.
So I didn't rush to deny or question, but calmly looked at Reinhardt.