"The wolf that has been put on the cage is no longer a wolf. It is a dog." Little Albizi shook the red wine glass in his hand, and whispered at the red wine that looked like blood: "The blade is destroyed. King Arthur?! Now it's just a joke."

In front of him was a white man wearing a large suit with a fat face, a bald man with beer belly, and a beer belly. The man looked extremely fat and was obviously over 300 pounds.

He lowered his head, carefully and quickly cut the steak from his plate, and then stuffed it into his mouth to chew it wildly, without even raising his head: "There are only so many people you can use on your hands now, I don't think you can win this war."

The bald old man did not look up, but he was still cutting the steak on his plate quickly and carefully. In the five-point cooked steak, the blood flowed along the knife on the plate. The man indifferently stuffed the cut beef into his mouth.

"Little Albizi, you need to impress me. Do you know?! You don't need to say these nonsense to avoid wasting our time." At this time, the bald fat man finally looked up. He saw a wine-drop nose on the face full of flesh. Above the nose was a pair of slightly gray eyes.

In these eyes, there were all cruelty and tyranny: "Tell me! What are you going to impress me with?!"

"Since you can give a Picasso painting for this meeting, it means you will give me something better." The bald man raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "You have fifteen minutes left."

Little Albizi smiled slightly and said softly: "Mr. Gaspard, I naturally have something to impress you."

"Many people don't know that the reason why the Siliex family has risen rapidly after all the blows is inseparable from the full support of an organization, that is, your group."

Little Albizi's words made the bald man's eyes froze. But he still did not look up, but continued to dance with his dinner knife to cut the steak on the plate. He lowered his head, and no one could see the changes in his eyes.

"I spent a lot of money and finally found this node." Little Albizi bowed his chin with his hands and looked at Gaspard and said, "So, if you have your support, I believe..."

Gaspard didn't say anything, but he interrupted the next thing Albizi wanted to say with his movements. He picked up the napkin around his neck, wiped his mouth and threw it on the dining table.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have much time to listen to your nonsense. I'll give you your Picasso paintings. As for the Cialis family... you can handle it yourself."

After saying that, Gaspard stood up and pulled open his chair and was about to leave.

The Albizi family manor here is a large medieval long table. The two sides are at least three meters apart, with candlesticks in the middle, and various French delicacies. Even the top caviar from Russia.

All of this is laid on a white dining cloth, and above the dining table are two huge crystal lamps. The dining tables on both sides are European-style leather chairs. On the wall are huge oil paintings.

"Your ancestor was once the leader of the entire organization. The current leader is vacant. The organization originally wanted to inspect you and Benoit. But now Benoit is dead."

Little Albizi whispered slowly: "This was an extremely lucky news for you. Unfortunately, his sister was not dead. She is even doing well now, so someone in your organization is considering whether she should also be put into the team leader candidate."

"If it weren't for this, would you have contacted me so easily?" Little Albizi spread his hands and looked at Gaspard who turned around and left it to his back and sighed: "We need to be honest in cooperation. At least when we have a common goal. If you do this, we really have no way to cooperate."

Gaspard fixed his body, but saw him turn around and pull away the chair and sit down again: "I think I need another steak. Please hurry up, I hope you can convince me before the next steak is finished."

"At least what you said now is interesting." Gaspard's mouth curled a smile, but the smile looked cruel. Little Albizi smiled slightly, "Pa~!" and snapped his fingers.

Then a servant came in. Little Albizi told him to prepare another steak. He asked the servant to fill Gaspard's glass with red wine again. Gaspard shook his wine glass and watched Little Albizi make a gesture of inviting.

"To be honest, the situation of your organization is really difficult! Since the last catastrophe of your organization, it seems that you have specifically strengthened confidentiality work. Many times, the name of the leader of your organization is not public. Even if you can find it, many of them are just names for people to show. The real leader will always be hidden behind the scenes."

Gaspard shrugged: "The last time, it was also in France. We almost wiped out the entire army. Of course, the idiot king did not get any benefits, but instead sent his life and his dynasty together."

"Of course, the organization also paid a heavy price. It has not even been completely restored until today. So we have to be careful not to be betrayed again."

As he said that, Gaspard looked at Little Albizi and said slowly: "From this point, it is difficult for us to cooperate. We cannot accept a father-killer as our partner. A partner who can kill my father may kill me at any time. Do you understand?!"

Little Albizi shrugged, as if Gaspard was not talking about him but someone else.

"My father, many people just saw one side of my character, such as impulse, recklessness, and madness in doing things without any consequences. But they didn't see anything..."

Little Albizi smiled slightly and said softly: "That is my focus and prediction on things!"

"My father is old, and he sees that the Albizzi family will lose most of their voice under the devour of Cialis. He has no hope of doing anything about it, after all, there is indeed a gap between our strength and Cialis."

But little Albizzi paused and said softly: "But I can't watch all this happen. Especially when the Cialis family is small, I have the opportunity to ruin them. Why do I have to boil myself to death with warm water?!"

Gaspard had no objection to this. In fact, he knew some things. There were only so many cakes in France. If Cialis wanted to eat one more piece, others would definitely eat one less piece. But the Albizi family was the one who wanted to eat one less piece of cake.

Generally speaking, such things will not be killed. At least they will leave a breath for the other party. This is a common practice. Everyone has ups and downs, and killing them will definitely not be a good thing for each other.

"Of course Benoit won't kill us, but my generation can only rely on his breath." Little Albizi shook his wine glass and whispered: "Why should I live in his shadow?!"

"So, he must die." Little Albizi said, and Yao toasted Gaspard with a cup: "But I can't finish the cake left by himself after his death. Everyone gets a piece of the pie, this is the best way to do it."

At this time, the door was knocked. Little Albizi responded, and a servant brought a freshly prepared steak to Gaspard. Gaspard grinned and lowered his head to continue cutting the steak: "You haven't convinced me yet."

"No, no, no... Mr. Gaspard! You misunderstood. I'm not trying to convince you. I'm just trying to tell you the truth." Little Albizi looked at Gaspard and smiled and said, "If you don't have the support of foreign players, will you get the position of the team leader?!"

Gaspard's knife was paused, and his expression was invisible under the light. However, the sharp sound of the knife cutting into the plate "squeaking~" was heard.

"As far as I know, there are not only one or two people in your organization who support Lisa." Little Albizi drank the red wine in the glass: "The legacy left by the Siliex family to their descendants is indeed rich..."

Gaspard still didn't say anything, but he stopped cutting the steak. He saw him placing a knife and a fork on the dining table, looking at Little Albizi: "It's interesting, keep going."

"When Lisa is alive, you will have one more competitor. If she dies, then the position of the leader will undoubtedly belong to you." Little Albizi smiled slightly: "The things organized in France before were hosted by the Siliex family."

"If you can continue all this and prove your ability. I think it will at least add a lot of points to you as the leader."

"If it were someone else, I would consider it. But you are not in the opinion of it." Gaspard put his hands on the dining table and looked at Albizi and said, "The whole Paris... no! It should be said that the top leaders in France have a very bad impression of you."

But Gaspard looked at Little Albizi with no expression on his face: "They haven't killed you now, probably because they are discussing how to divide the benefits Albizi robbed after killing you..."

"So I need you, just as you need me." Little Albizi looked at Gaspard and said sincerely: "I am in danger now, why don't you?! We all need each other to help."

Gaspard breathed and leaned on the chair. After a while, he started to make it and continued to cut his steak silently. Little Albizi didn't say anything, and quietly watched Gaspard keep cutting his steak and put the cut beef into his mouth. From time to time, Gaspard would drink a sip of red wine.

The blood-red wine dripped from his lips. However, Gaspard seemed to have no idea. He continued to lower his head and cut and eat. Little Albizi also quietly watched Gaspard eating. The scene on the dining table was so weird.

"Happy cooperation!" Finally, Gaspard finished the steak. But he stood up with difficulty and exhaled a long sigh: "I hope we can all get what we want."
Chapter completed!