Chapter 512

Almost all the people who attended this banquet knew that Yang Qiu, who had suddenly risen recently, had eaten in the hands of count aslon, and this banquet, which was completely attended by the top figures in Vancouver, invited a Chinese American, which was obviously a signal.

At this time, even Enzo won't do anything for Yang Qiu.

Enzo also exists like an old fox, but if he is really asked to make a choice, he may not choose Yang Qiu.

Although Yang Qiu is mysterious and powerful, enzo is more reluctant to offend an aristocrat who has great influence in Canada and even Europe than count aslon.

So as soon as aslong came out, he went directly to Yang Qiu, and everyone consciously avoided it.

Behind count aslon, in addition to the burly man, there is a handsome young aristocrat. Obviously, this guy should be the grandson of count aslon and the three generations of heirs of the family.

Satan's eyes scanned the strong man several times before he left slowly.

This guy is an expert of wolf clan.

He couldn't help but recall the whole time he accompanied his boss to the gambling game. After making sure there were no loopholes, he put a snack on it.

But anyway, what Enzo just said to Yang Qiu has aroused his killing heart.

The Rose Cross club, if you dare to trouble the boss because of tens of billions of gambling money, Satan doesn't mind letting these guys disappear here silently.

Satan saw through the strength of this strong man at a glance, but he was just a werewolf with strength in March among the wolves.

The strength of the wolf family is divided from January to July, which is equivalent to the strength of the Baron of the blood family to the prince, and the master of March. He doesn't even have the strength of the Duke of the blood family, but the strength of an earl. Compared with the strength of the Eastern monks who have just built the foundation.

Of course, for ordinary people, the strength of this strong man is almost magical.

"Hello, young man, it's my honor for you to attend my party!"

Aslon's eyes were gentle and his smile was happy, but Yang Qiu could see that there were two extremely cold and sharp eyes deep in the old guy's eyes.

Yang Qiu remained calm and his attitude was not respectful, but it could not be regarded as impolite:

"Hello, your excellency. I'm glad to have your invitation, too."

Count aslon smiled, then looked around and said casually:

"Young man, I don't know. Are you interested in walking around with me?"

"No problem!"

Yang Qiu was neither humble nor arrogant. She nodded at Satan and dekula and said faintly:

"You just stay here and I'll walk around with the old count."

Satan and Dracula immediately agreed respectfully. In aslon's eyes, his heart jumped slightly.

Even Satan, as a noble, aslon felt the breath from Dracula, and even a noble temperament he had never encountered before.

That is the temperament that the most lineal inheritors of the ancient noble family who have inherited for thousands of years may have.

Aristocratic temperament is really not something that can be possessed by money or training. Only real aristocrats can know the pride and nobility that comes from their bones.

Aslon could not help but be secretly shocked. Is it reasonable for an Oriental to have an authentic western noble as a servant?

And the title of this servant is higher than himself.

Aslon didn't think much. In his mind, Dracula should be the kind of guy who lost his family and didn't end up with no way out.

Yang Qiu followed the Earl of aslon with a glass of wine. The old man kept nodding along the way, while others always had a respectful attitude. These people in Vancouver can be said to be people who cover the sky with one hand.

After leaving the banquet hall, count aslon turned around and looked at Yang Qiu up and down, saying faintly:

"Well, young man, I won't talk nonsense to you. In a word, how did you come and how did you leave? I'll treat you as if you never appeared. How about it?"

Yang Qiu couldn't help smiling faintly, and then blinked at aslong, as if she didn't care:

"Old count, are you threatening me or persuading me?"

There was still a gentle smile in the old man's eyes:

"Of course it's not a threat. I know you're rich, and I can't even investigate your identity. You can make a declining aristocrat serve you. Obviously, your identity is not simple, but this is Canada, the American continent, not the East. Do you understand?"

Yang Qiu's face was still smiling, not angry at all.

The old fellow aslon is too direct to be accepted, which hides another purpose.

He didn't come to drive himself away. He came to threaten himself and interrogate himself.

The old guy likes to use this condescending and gentle attitude to open his heart gap and know what he wants to know.

Well, he was instructed by others.

Can that man be the strong man of the wolf family?

Or is it the man behind the strong man of the wolf family?

Yang Qiu looked at aslon deeply and didn't speak. His eyes suddenly made the old man jump in his heart. His calm heart for many years couldn't help twitching twice. Yang Qiu's eyes didn't have any aggressive nature at all, but they gave him an extremely uneasy feeling.

Yang Qiu's eyes are deep and boundless, which is not the eyes that a young man should have.

No matter how excellent and tolerant young people are, aslon is sure to see something, but he can't see anything in Yang Qiu, and even has a feeling that he is seen through.

That feeling is extremely bad.

A feeling of shame and anger suddenly appeared in aslon's heart. Finally, he couldn't help but flash a trace of gloom in his eyes, but the eyes were very hidden. It was only a moment. Looking at him again, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

He still looked at Yang Qiu with a gentle smile:

"Young man, I heard you set up a group company?"

Yang Qiu smiled faintly:

"Good!"

Aslon still has a gentle smile, but Yang Qiu has a feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"It's nice to be young, energetic and thoughtful. I've seen many young people as excellent as you. It's a pity that they all disappeared in the end. I hope you don't be like them."

Yang Qiu was stunned, then lowered his head silently. His silence lasted less than five seconds. Then he looked up at aslong and soon smiled:

"I won't. There are many people who want me to disappear, but you can only be the most insignificant one!"

After that, Yang Qiu smiled strangely at aslong:

"Three days later, I hope to see you appear at the door of my villa. You just need to stand at the door for a morning!"

Then he turned and left.