Chapter 645

Hou Shuhao put on a posture full of money.

He looked at Zhang San and said, "do you know the hundred year war between Britain and France?"

There were no faces.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, but in the hundred years' war between Britain and France, an epic figure appeared. You must have heard of it."

"This is a little girl from Orleans, France. People call her" Joan of arc. "

"This virgin, Joan of arc, was finally tied to wood and burned alive."

Zhang San frowned.

Although he doesn't read much, he has heard more or less.

At the sight of Zhang San's expression, Hou Shuhao smiles again.

He is proud of himself!

He's proud!

"In fact, many people don't know why Joan of arc was finally punished like this."

"It's because behind this, there is a family behind it."

"And this family is the Nicholas family."

"Nicholas is a traditional British aristocrat."

"This family is on our side, though not very famous."

"But in Europe, even children are afraid to cry in the middle of the night when they hear the name of the family."

Zhang San sneered: "if this family is really as powerful as you say."

"Why can the children of their family only be the head of an investment company?"

"The means are so dirty?"

For all that Hou Shuhao said and did.

Zhang San is very disdainful!

In his opinion, to kill Li Hang is just a matter of blink of an eye. There is no need for such trouble.

"This Nicholas family has a history of hundreds of years."

"The reason why their family can have such a beautiful scene."

"It's because their family has always liked to plunder resources!"

"Burning, killing and looting are the consistent behavior style of their family!"

"In Europe, people used to call the Nicholas family jackals!"

"Tonight, the scene in that office building will be very beautiful."

"Men will be tortured and killed by them in various ways."

"Women are even more miserable!"

"In other words, that Xu MuQing is a bit of a pity!"

"Such an excellent woman, if..."

Before Hou Shuhao finished, a bodyguard came in quickly.

"Young master, there's a car coming from outside."

Hou Shuhao confidently smiles: "it seems that Andre has done everything well."

"He's here to thank me."

With that, Hou Shuhao stood up and said to Zhang San, "Mr. Zhang San, let's go out and meet this nobleman from England."

Although he disdained, Zhang San was more or less curious about these foreign devils.

He would like to know what martial arts these foreign devils can do?

What about the way they kill people?

Maybe we can learn something from them.

To use long skills to control foreigners.

Make other people's martial arts your own.

This has always been the slogan of Zhang San and his organization.

When Hou Shuhao and Zhang San come to the door.

It was not a luxury car or a car that stopped outside.

It's a truck.

Hou Shuhao feels a little familiar with this kind of truck.

Although the styles are different.

However, the picture of the truck in front of him now gives him a sense of deja vu.

The cab of the truck was empty.

The driver has left.

The car stopped there quietly.

A gust of night wind swept past the car body.

When this gust of wind blows in front of Hou Shuhao, he feels a little chilly.