Eternal Son-in-law

In an ancient castle in a hidden area, the fire in the fireplace was burning intensely.    

    

But even so, the castle was still very cold.    

    

The snow and wind outside seemed to have been possessed, crazily smashing against the windows of the castle, letting out a 'rustling' sound.    

    

In front of the fireplace, there was a rectangular table, surrounded by people.    

    

There were men and women.    

    

The men were dressed in suits and the women in long skirts.    

    

They seemed to be waiting for something. The wine in front of the table was emitting a faint fragrance, and the delicacies of the mountain and sea were also steaming.    

    

However, no one began to eat. Even the knives and forks on both sides of the dining plates were arranged in an orderly manner without the slightest movement.    

    

No one communicated, no one had any superfluous emotions, nor did they have any elegant music.    

    

The whole castle was silent as the dim candlelight flickered back and forth. It was unknown whether the next second would be dark or not.    

    

Thump!    

    

Thump!    

    

"Thump, thump ~ ~ ~"    

    

Empty sounds came from the wooden staircase, one after another, very steady and rhythmic.    

    

The sound was very slow, as if it had only been heard once in a very long time.    

    

From the sound of his footsteps, he could tell that this person was very slow. Every step he took seemed like he needed to think for a long time.    

    

"Crash ~ ~ ~"    

    

The people around the table all stood up at the same time and looked in the direction of the stairs on the second floor.    

    

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." An old man in a black tailcoat, with a dark red bow tie on his white shirt, and a tinge of unrestrained hair walked out.    

    

He held out his hand and pressed it down with his palm, motioning for everyone to sit down.    

    

Then he walked to the main seat and sat down, saying, "Again, I apologize. I was just praying to the Lord that our next mission would be more successful."    

    

No one said a word. Everyone looked at the old man with a solemn gaze, their eyes filled with piety.    

    

"Before we eat, I want to announce a sad piece of news." The old man raised his head. Although his expression was calm, his tone contained a sense of suppression.    

    

"I just received news that our plan in China failed" The old man took a sip of the red wine in front of him and said, "Those cunning and treacherous Asians. Not only were our old teams wiped out, even the supervisors went to see God. Damn it, I don't know how to express my feelings. "    

    

"What caused the failure of the operation?" An old man with a similar aged face asked.    

    

He sat on the first seat of the old man who had just spoken. It was obvious that his position was not low.    

    

"This, let Miss Yath explain it to us." The old man looked at a sexy blonde woman sitting below him. "After all, she's the intelligence expert."    

    

The woman gracefully stood up and distributed the thick stack of information in front of her to each member of the group.    

    

"Please take note of one more person. That person is called Hsiao Hee, a Chinese, a very outstanding young man from the southern region of the Yangtze River, Jiangxia City." Oh, that's right, the Chinese call him Mr. Hsiao. " She spoke frankly.    

    

Mr. Hsiao?    

    

Everyone was slightly stunned.    

    

It's not unusual for someone to call you 'sir'. After all, 'sir' is just a polite word.    

    

But a country or a people revered as' sir 'was completely different.    

    

It was like being honored as a baron of some sort. It was the highest evaluation and affirmation of a person.    

    

Not to mention, he was still a young man who was still wet behind the ears.    

    

Everyone started reading seriously.    

    

They also wanted to know what kind of person was able to cause an organization to crash into a wall in China.    

    

And what sort of person would be worthy of such a reputation?    

    

The elder on the first seat closed the file and asked, "Then, who can take care of this young man? According to the feedback, he would be Chinese Kungfu, a very strong opponent. "    

    

"We need his weakness." A bald man knocked on the table and said, "If we can find out his weakness, our supervising team will be able to cure him and remove his illness as fast as possible."    

    

"Unparalleled in the world, courageous and courageous in battle, able to bring the dead back to life, unbreakable in battle?"    

    

A rugged and muscular man slammed the documents on the table, "Oh, my god! Look, is he even human? "Are you sure this report is correct, Miss Yass?"    

    

The woman known as Jaz gently smiled and nodded, "As everyone knows, our intelligence team has the world's best technology and analysis skills. The information is accurate, don't look down on this young man, I praise him for his excellence because I can't find a better word to describe him."    

    

"Looks like we've encountered a very troublesome enemy this time?" The old man in the master's seat also revealed a troubled expression.    

    

"However, our intelligence team has already grasped his weakness." Jaz said, still unhurried.    

    

"Oh, that's good news. I'd love to hear it." The old man in the main seat raised his eyebrows and said.    

    

"He's very kind and very gentle." Jaz said.    

    

"This is called a weakness?" The burly man slammed the table and almost stood up in excitement.    

    

"Paul!" The old man sitting on the first seat frowned and scolded.    

    

Then, with an air of dignity, he turned to her. "I apologize for Paul's rudeness, Miss Arce. But you shouldn't be making fun of us, you know, this isn't the Chief's bed. "    

    

When the old man said this, everyone's expression changed, instantly becoming somewhat strange and awkward.    

    

Only the old man in the main seat had his face scrunched up and didn't say anything.    

    

"The word 'kind' also means soft-heartedness."    

    

"Gentleman, it means that he is very popular with women."    

    

"To sum up the two points above, lecherous, susceptible to women has become his greatest weakness." Her gaze swept the surroundings. "I think everyone here should find a place to sleep before you start spouting nonsense. After all, I'm the one who slept with the leader, not you guys."    

    

A blatant threat!    

    

It had to be said that when this seemingly gentle and refined woman's style changed, it was still a bit scary.    

    

Everyone's breath tightened.    

    

She was the one who slept with the leader.    

    

This meant that she was the leader's most popular person, and going against her was not going to end well.    

    

Everyone began to look at the old man who had remained silent at the seat of honor.    

    

Clearly, this old man was their leader.    

    

The old man ignored the looks of the others. With a smile still on his face, he asked her gently.    

    

"You mean, this man is lustful?"    

    

"Yes, he is lustful. There are at least three outstanding women around him. " Jaz said with conviction.    

    

"Very good. Since he likes women, we'll send him the most beautiful of our kind. " The old man lightly smiled, and killing intent flashed within his eyes.    

    

"Do you mean that the next executive board leader will choose a woman?" The old man on the seat of honor asked.    

    

"No." The old man in the main seat shook his head, "I chose a beautiful and charming woman."    

    

"Is it — is it really okay for her to go?" Jaz, who was standing to the side, was also stunned.    

    

"No one's more suitable than her." The old man in the master's seat smiled.