How could Meco not know that this exchange meeting organized by Prion was an opportunity for Gert to get to know some people in the business world.
"Father, my brother, am I back?"
The killing intent in Gert's eyes was gone and he had returned to normal.
"Well, he should be back today. It's just that he had to deal with the exchange meeting, so he didn't come back. He should be back after the exchange meeting is over."
Prion himself had already told Meco about his return.
"By the way... your brother asked about you. He is really concerned about your safety. He has been looking for you during the period when you disappeared. He can rest assured that you are back this time. Wait. When it comes to the exchange meeting, it should be good for you to study more with your brother."
After speaking, Meco left the room, leaving Gert alone. Seeing that his father had left, Gert's hands had turned a little white due to excessive force in clenching fists.
Just listen to him saying coldly: "My good brother, you really want my life all the time... You have been looking for me. When you find me, you are thinking of how to kill me. I don't know if you can still pretend." how long……"
Gert whispered a few words and stood up to leave. He wanted to find someone he trusted, and the first person was his master, the master who taught him sniper skills...
There is a small town to the north of Mulberry Forest. This town is not too big. There is such a special family in this town. There is only one old man in this family, about fifty years old. This old man goes to the town every day. When buying wine at a winery, this old man will go there every day as soon as the winery opens, no matter it’s raining or windy. It’s really unbeatable.
The people in the town gave the old man a nickname, Drunken Madman.
Today the old man appeared at the door of the winery again, leaning on the door, waiting for the winery to open.
He was dressed very slovenly, and his clothes were in tatters, as if he had never taken a shower in his life. His long hair was all tangled, which made people afraid to look directly at him.
"Crack...plop!"
It was nine o'clock in the morning, and the door of the winery opened on time. The old man who was leaning on the door suddenly fell to the ground.
"I'm talking about the drunk maniac, can't you sit somewhere else? Really... tell me, how much wine will you drink today!" The waiter who opened the door saw him and pinched his nose with one hand and pointed at him with one hand, his face full of laughter. Said with disgust.
"Give me...give me ten bottles of...blood demon...I want a big bottle...burp!"
The old man didn't care at all about the waiter's attitude, and spoke intermittently to the waiter as if he hadn't sobered up.
"Wait, even if I drink such strong wine every day, I won't kill you!"
The waiter cursed again in a low voice, returned to the room, took out the wine, and handed it into the old man's hands with disgust.
"Go quickly!"
The old man holding the wine stood up unsteadily and walked towards his house.
Just as the old man left with the wine, there was a car driving slowly towards him behind him.
When the car was still twenty meters away from the old man, the car stopped. Gert got out of the car. When he looked at the shaky man in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned red.
"You guys are waiting for me here..."
Gert said to the bodyguards beside him that after Meco knew that someone in the family had taken action against his son, he sent someone to protect him after he came back. These people were all Meco's cronies, and Gert could completely trust him.
At this time, Gert quickly ran towards the old man, and soon came to his side. He reached out and took his arm. Gert did not dislike the dirty clothes on the old man, and patted the old man with his hand. The soil on the body.
When the old man saw someone helping him, he shook his head and looked towards Gert. When he saw Gert, his originally cloudy eyes became briefly clear at this moment, and a smile appeared on his face. He said: "Little guy... why do you have time to come today... look at me, an old man... you must have not been here for several months..."
When Gert heard what he said, his nose suddenly became sore and he said, "Master... I'm sorry."
This extremely slovenly old man was the teacher who taught Gert the sniper skills.
"Master, I will take you back."
Gert supported his master and walked forward step by step. The bodyguards followed Gert at a certain distance.
Not long after leaving, Gert and his master returned to their residence. "Tell me...little Gert...what do you want to tell this bad old man like me when you come here this time...Gulu!"
At this time, the old man picked up the wine he bought and was drinking heavily. While drinking, the old man asked Gert.
Looking at his master, Gert had a look of helplessness on his face. He just heard him helplessly say: "Master, can you quit drinking? Drinking so much alcohol is very bad for your health." .”
"Little Gert... I don't have any other hobbies... I just like this one... It's not like you don't know... my mother-in-law... what do you want me to do... burp."
Gert's master burped and said impatiently.
Gert was silent for a moment and said: "Master... I have been hunted for several months, so I didn't come to see you during this time."
The old man who was drinking suddenly stopped moving his hand. His originally cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he put down the drink in his hand.
"Master, I want you to come out of the mountain this time and follow me to country B. Now I have started to get in touch with the family business. This time I go to country B to do a good job in the oil business there..."
Gert hid the secret from his master, but told him all about his idea of going to country B.
After listening to his disciple's words, the old man said to Gert: "Little Gert, you haven't said who is chasing you yet?"
"It's my half-brother, Prion!"
Gert said bitterly.
"This is the most real side of a big family. You want to go to country B because you want to compete for the position of the patriarch of the Rothschild family. It seems that our little Gert has grown up, haha..."
The old man knew what Gert was thinking, and he suddenly laughed.
"Master, haven't you said whether you will come with me or not? You are the only person I trust most around me. If you don't help me, I really don't know who to ask to help me."
Gert's master never said he was going, and Gert was a little anxious at this moment.
"Gert, what do you think I, an alcoholic, can do to help you? If I'm going to hold you back then, I'd better forget it."
"Master! You were once the world's top sniper. The third one was Blue Walker!"
The old man was shocked when he heard Gert's words.
