542: C542 Enrage Yang Qiu

C542 Enrage Yang Qiu

Almost everyone who attended this banquet knew that Yang Qiu, who had suddenly risen up, had been defeated by Count Athlone. And this banquet, which was attended by the top figures of Vancouver, had actually invited a Han. This was obviously a signal.

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

Enzo was also an old fox. But if he really had to make a choice, he might not choose Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu was mysterious and powerful, but compared to Count Athlone, Enzo did not want to offend a noble who had great influence in Canada and even Europe.

Therefore, when they saw Athlone looking for Yang Qiu as soon as he appeared, everyone consciously avoided him.

Behind Count Athlone, besides the burly man, there was also a handsome young noble. Obviously, this guy should be Count Athlone's grandson, the third generation successor of the family.

Satan's eyes scanned the burly man several times before slowly leaving.

This guy was actually an expert of Wolf Clan.

He could not help but recall the whole time he accompanied his boss to participate in the gambling event. After confirming that there were no loopholes, he felt slightly relieved.

But no matter what, what Enzo said to Yang Qiu had aroused his killing intent.

That Rose Cross. If he dared to cause trouble for the boss for a mere gambling stake of tens of billions, Satan wouldn't mind letting these guys disappear silently here.

Satan saw through the strength of this burly man with one glance. He was just a werewolf with the strength of one month in Wolf Clan.

The strength of the Wolf Clan was divided from one month to seven months. It was equivalent to the baron of the Blood Clan to the prince. The masters of three months did not even have the strength of a Duke of the Blood Clan. They were only the strength of an earl. In comparison, they only had the strength of a newly built foundation among the eastern cultivators.

Of course, to ordinary people, the strength of this burly man was already miraculous to the point of defying the heavens.

"Hello young man, it's my honor to have you at my banquet!"

Athlone's eyes were gentle, and the smile on his face was very pleasant. However, Yang Qiu could see that there were two extremely cold and sharp eyes in the depths of this old man's eyes.

Yang Qiu remained calm and collected. His attitude wasn't very respectful, but it couldn't be considered rude.

"Hello, Earl. I am also very happy to receive your invitation. "

Count Athlone smiled and looked around. He casually said:

"Young man, I wonder if you are interested in accompanying me, this old man, around?"

"No problem!"

Yang Qiu was neither servile nor overbearing. He nodded at Satan and Dracula, and lightly ordered:

"You guys stay here. I will walk around with the old count. "

Satan and Dracula immediately answered respectfully. In Athlone's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

It was fine for Satan. As a noble, Athlone could feel the aura from Dracula. It was even a kind of noble temperament that he had never encountered before.

That was the aura that only the most direct descendant of an ancient noble family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, could possess.

For things like the temperament of a noble, It was truly not something that could be obtained with money or training. The pride and nobility that came from the depths of one's bones, could only be known by true nobles.

Athlone could not help but be secretly shocked. An eastern person actually had an authentic western noble as a servant. Was there any reason for this?

Furthermore, the title of this servant was probably even higher than his.

Athlone didn't think too much about it. In his mind, Dracula should be the kind of person who lost his way and eventually fell into a hopeless situation.

Yang Qiu held a glass of wine and followed Count Athlone at a leisurely pace. The old man kept nodding his head along the way, while the others maintained a respectful attitude. In Vancouver, these people could be said to be figures who could cover the sky with their hands.2

After leaving the banquet hall, Count Athlone turned around and looked at Yang Qiu from head to toe. He said in a flat tone.

"Alright young man, I won't talk nonsense with you. In one sentence, no matter how you came here and how you left, I will pretend that you never showed up. What do you think?"

Yang Qiu couldn't help but smile. Then, he winked at Athlone as if he didn't care at all.

"Old Count, are you threatening me or trying to persuade me?"

The old man still had a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Of course not. I know you are very rich, and I can't even investigate your identity. You are able to make a declining noble serve you as a servant, which means that your identity is not simple. However, this is Canada, America, and not the East. Do you understand?"

Yang Qiu still had a smile on his face, and he did not look angry at all.

Athlone was too direct. He was so direct that no one could accept it. This had actually hidden his other purpose.

He wasn't here to chase him away. He was here to threaten and interrogate him.

This old man liked to use this kind of condescending and gentle attitude to open up a gap in his heart, so as to know what he wanted to know.

Then, he received orders from someone else.

That person, could it be that strong man from the Wolf Clan?

Or was it the man behind the strong man from the Wolf Clan?

Yang Qiu looked deeply at Athlone without saying anything. That gaze made the old man's heart skip a beat. His heart, which had been calm for so many years, couldn't help but twitch a few times. Yang Qiu's eyes didn't have any invasive intention, but it gave him an extremely uneasy feeling.

Yang Qiu's eyes were deep and profound. This was not a gaze that a young man should have.

No matter how outstanding and patient a young man was, Athlone was confident that he could tell something. However, not only could he not see anything from Yang Qiu's body. He even felt as if he had been seen through.

That feeling was extremely bad.

Athlone suddenly felt ashamed and angry. Finally, he couldn't help but have a trace of gloominess flash across his eyes. However, his eyes were concealed very well. It was just for a split second. Looking at him again, it was as if nothing had happened.

He still looked at Yang Qiu gently with a gentle smile on his face.

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

Yang Qiu smiled faintly.

"That's right!"

Athlone still had a gentle smile on his face, but Yang Qiu felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"It's good to be young. You have momentum and ideas. I have seen many young people as outstanding as you. Unfortunately, they all disappeared in the end. I hope you are not like them. "

Yang Qiu was slightly stunned. Then he lowered his head silently. His silence lasted for less than five seconds. Then he looked up at Athlone and quickly smiled.

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

After saying that, Yang Qiu gave Athlone a strange smile.

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

After saying that, he turned around and left.

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