Chapter 132： :shelter

Seek asylum?

MacArthur didn't refuse, just nodded and wandered around with his hands behind his back.

Francis twitched slightly on the right side of his face. He was in a complicated mood and even terrified. The Asian who was pushing drinks with him in the Grand Palace of Asmara actually hit him so hard? Bomb directly with the bazooka, unscrupulous, daring, and rampant!

Lloyd, who killed him, came to find his father.

However, this was too careless, how could such a thing make him run away?

Francis opened his mouth and swallowed the words again.

"Go and bring him in." MacArthur still spoke, Lloyd can't die! He can't die now, he has more room to control this business when he is alive, if this kind of thorn is killed, then who will contain Nicholas?

"I go."

Francisco volunteered and trotted out the door. MacArthur just glanced at him and didn't speak.

Outside, I saw Lloyd who was already in a coma. The wound on his face was painful to look at.

The two bodyguards also recognized him, and hurriedly came over with the boss behind their backs, "General, can we go in?"

They are also frightened now.

I always feel that someone is watching me from behind.

Francis lowered his voice, "Of course, but we hope that you can contribute a little bit, $500,000!" He opened his palm and drew a stroke.

The bodyguard's expression turned ugly, and he really wanted to punch this greedy nigger, but he suppressed his impulse rationally, "We don't have a check with us, we can wait until the boss wakes up."

"As long as you agree, I'm not afraid that you will regret it anyway." Francis doesn't disdain the title of the king of West Africa. In Asmara, if you want to survive, you don't want to pay for your life?

You are afraid that the wild donkey kicked your head.

"Yes, but I hope to find a doctor quickly. Our boss's situation is very wrong."

Earning another 500,000 US dollars, Francis also smiled in his heart. He warmly welcomed them in, arranged for them to live in the guest room, found a good doctor, and reported to MacArthur after he was done.

The latter sat on the boss chair, took out a box of Swiss fudge from the drawer, and marked the manufacturer: swiss!

This 30-year-old fudge company has been selling well all over the world. When you put it in your mouth, it tastes sour and sweet, like the taste of first love. "You mean, Lloyd is miserable? His eyes are blown out?" "

"I saw that glass was inserted into his eye, I'm afraid it will be useless." Francis himself was a little scared, and he looked so miserable.

MacArthur nodded slightly, lowered his head, holding a pen and didn't know what he was drawing?

The former cautiously leaned over, glanced out of the corner of his eye, the white paper was squirming and looked crumpled, "General, should we warn Nicholas? He has gone too far this time, Asma The people in Lara are very dissatisfied."

"What do you think of these two words?"

Francis was taken aback. Is this a word? How does it look like... But the leader asked like this, he could only lick his face and praise, and used all the words he could use. The slap on MacArthur's face felt comfortable, and he held up the piece of paper, "This is my I just learned Chinese, this is Nicholas!"

Chinese?

How is this different from what I saw in Asmara Chinese before?

"We don't care about this kind of businessman, as long as we can get more benefits from it, the most important thing is that since Lloyd has no way to bid, you can just invite him tomorrow. I plan to chat with him about gunship combat group thinking."

Brother Francis' eyes lit up, he nodded in response, and after he came out of the office, he couldn't wait to call Tang Dao.

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"You said, Lloyd and the others went to the official residence of the purchasing group?"

Tang Dao frowned, put Erlang's legs down, and looked at Mister in front of him, who nodded, "Someone saw him go in with two bodyguards protecting him."

"It's a pretty good name, and he has a good head. He also knows that the most dangerous place is the safest. It looks like that idiot MacArthur wants to protect him?"

Mist lowered his head and made up his mind, "Boss, give me another chance, and I promise to kill him."

"Don't bother so much." Tang Dao stood up, stretched his waist, rolled up his left sleeve, and said casually, "The reason why the hyena wants to protect the **** is because he wants to fill his stomach, but if someone gives it Hand him the rotten meat, do you think he will give up the former or the latter?"

He smiled and patted Mist on the shoulder, "The word interest is very complicated, don't use it to challenge all kinds of human nature, let's wait, I think, it won't be long before that idiot will find me .”

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone on the table rang. Tang Dao and the others looked at each other, and the little angel walked over, picked up the phone, chatted for a few words, and then handed it to him, "Boss, Francis gentlemen."

He still had a bit of surprise in his eyes as he spoke, unexpectedly being guessed by the other party.

Tang Dao took the phone with a smile on his face, "General, I think you must have good news for me."

"Are you that happy? Mr. Nicholas?" Francis asked in a muffled voice.

"Instead of crying or crying every day, it's better to grin with a fake smile, at least, time is fair to everyone, why can't you make yourself happy?"

"You are as wise as a philosopher. If you were born in Greece, I think you must be a master." It's called flattery, it's called flattery when you're on the same level, and it's called praise when you're one level above you. The essence is the same, but the status is different.

Tang Dao laughed a few times, "Then I can only make more money and bribe God so that he can find me a good place in the next life."

Francis laughed sarcastically, and was frightened by the other party's rampant character again, but the former might prefer this wolf-crying, "Tomorrow afternoon at the mansion, General MacArthur wants to invite you to meet."

"Oh?"

Tang Dao's eyes lit upAlthough he probably guessed it, he was still happy when he got the notification.

I got the order qualification certificate by myself.

Next, I'm afraid it will be the real confrontation in the market.

"Thank you very much. I will definitely be there. Also, there will be a gift delivered to your home in the evening."

Brother Francis is still very satisfied with Tang Dao's sense of humor, and the anxiety in his heart has disappeared. Although this person is ruthless and has a violent temper, he obviously respects himself. Anyway, as long as he doesn't lack his own, as for who dies Who lives, and what does he care about himself? His face was about to burst into laughter, he looked left and right, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he turned around, leaned his head against the edge of the pillar, and said softly, "Lloyd's injury is serious, his left eye is regarded as It’s useless, whether it can be saved or not is still another matter.”

Tang Dao was stunned for a moment, and then said in a surprised tone, "General, I don't quite understand what you mean, what happened to Mr. Lloyd? Was he injured? His left eye was disabled? OMG! This is amazing. It’s really not good news, is he in the official residence? Then I must take a good look at him tomorrow, who is so cruel and attacked him in Asmara? Have you caught the gangster?”

This series of questions directly confused Francis.

Cauldron...

Didn't your people do it?

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