Every word Michael said was as true as it was broken from Marcel's heart.

This man is more terrible than Klaus. He seems to have the power to see through people's hearts, so Marcel has no way to refute it.

Of course, he doesn't need to refute. Since Michael can appear here, it shows everything.

... yes, he hates Klaus. Marcel hates Klaus more than anyone else. Marcel never denies this fact, even if Klaus saved him and raised his adoptive father!

Marcel doesn't know what the secret hatred that can't be said openly is, because Rebecca?

Or something else?

Marcel himself is not sure. Klaus's character is too abnormal. The people around him die one by one. Slowly, they all choose to stay away, but he can't.

Because he really loved Klaus from the bottom of his heart.

Rebecca is the same, so Marcel and she have a good heart. They fall in love.

This is exactly what Klaus absolutely can't allow. The devil, his possessiveness and control are huge and deeper than the largest trench in Europe!

Human beings always have bad roots. The more you don't let him do, the more he wants to do.

For Klaus's orders, Marcel is such a choice, and for Rebecca's temptation in the name of love, Marcel is also such a choice.

Now that he has made a choice, Marcel knows that he has no way back. If they want to be together, Klaus must be driven away.

Marcel was so naive that he didn't even think about Michael. He was really willing to be so kind, just drive away the disgusting beast in his mouth.

Rebecca didn't tell Marcel the truth. She didn't make it clear how deep Michael's hatred for Klaus was. She just told Marcel that the only man in the world who was afraid of Klaus was their father.

Marcel continued to raise his glass to Michael. Their conversation seemed very smooth. Hatred alone was very good, as if it was really harmonious, because Klaus was a thorn in the eye.

Before Marcel really asked for the beginning, Michael shook his head at Marcel with a slight smile. He knew Marcel's request. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell the truth to the innocent and poor child for the time being. His tone was lazy. Imitating Buddha was preparing for a feast. "I know what you want to say, Marcel, I watched you for a week... Originally, I didn't understand what you wanted, power, status, or money? No, neither. You're a good boy, but Klaus constrains your talents. He's always stubborn about his ideas, isn't he? " Glancing at Marcel with some forbearance, Michael analyzed more deeply, "as I said, New Orleans does have its charm, but you attracted me. Believe me, you may really think it's a little simple. Aren't you afraid? I am the destroyer in their eyes... I can turn more charming cities into ruins... "

Michael is very honest. Before he gets the definite news, he is looking for his children all over the world. For Klaus, he doesn't mind destroying this charming city, just to find his children, those damn poor children who want to sigh.

Marcel held his chin and said nothing. Of course, he wouldn't simply show his cards. Now, it's not the time.

Michael has his mission. Of course, Marcel has his mission. Now, they are short-term allies.

In order to betray Klaus's preliminary work, Marcel knew very well that Michael was a man he couldn't rely on!

Michael is still talking about his observations, his observations of Marcel, the child named marcel, is pursuing his Rebecca and his daughter Rebecca because of love.

Love is a particularly subtle word, because love, all the impossible can become possible.

Marcel didn't deny this. Rebecca was a key factor. He didn't need to be so anxious. Even, his relationship with Klaus was because Rebecca became very nervous.

Klaus was guarding against him, which Marcel couldn't accept at all.

Marcel fell into confusion. He began to doubt what kind of results his actions would bring. Michael put down the cup and he scratched a cigarette, "but now I understand that you are because of crazy love, aren't you? For my daughter Rebecca... What you did was to love my daughter's love. "

Marcel drinks faster and faster. Is he really for Rebecca?

No, actually not, he really is for himself, for his freedom, for his growth... To get rid of the control of that damn devil!

However, since Michael thought so, Marcel was naturally more happy and relaxed. He also put down the wine glass, as if he had been touched with a weakness that could not be touched. Michael naturally saw Marcel's stress response. He burst and threw it directly, "don't touch her!"

... don't you touch her?

This sentence is really ridiculous. Michael's eyes are so around. He really feels that the little guy is so childish and cute.

Did Marcel think he would really agree to this weak request?

Can't you touch it?

Why?

How is that possible?

Rebecca is his daughter. He can treat her as he wants. Marcel has no right to oppose it.

However, Michael didn't object. He nodded to Marcel like a compromise. Their relationship was to use each other. Marcel and Michael didn't want to have more trouble before killing Klaus.

Less is better than more!

So Marcel's request was allowed, Rebecca. He'll let it go first.

Michael looked at Marcel with a mysterious expression, "well, if you insist, my daughter is old and I don't bother to take care of it, but I want you

Promise me one thing. As long as you promise me, I won't hurt Rebecca. Yes, I won't hurt her. Seriously, she has always been my favorite, and this city... "

Marcel responded to Michael's request without blinking. "As long as you have the ability, you can take this city."

Michael's eyes narrowed. This man, what does he really want, but he's not in a hurry for the time being. His biggest concern now is not Marcel in front of him, but Klaus, the hybrid he has always been thinking about.

Michael waved his hand. He would be interested in the city, but it was his children. Therefore, he didn't care about the city. All he cared about was that his voice began to jump, "... It doesn't matter anything else. First of all, you must tell me where my son is?"

Yes, Michael just wants to know one thing, that is, where is his son?

Where's that damn hybrid named Klaus?

That disgusting beast. Where is he?