Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 192
Governor Brad of the Violet State is not at home tonight.

He has received an invitation to be a guest at the home of his best friend Owen.

This is an unavoidable invitation. Everyone knows that the financial support provided by Mr. Owen is the most important factor for Brad to be able to take the position of Governor.

In the United States of Boston, the relationship between Brad and Owen is the closest partner, not to mention ordinary friends, even the importance of husband and wife, father and son, there is no way to compare with it.

His father asked Brad to go back, but he didn't have to go, his wife called, he could ignore it, and his daughter's important festival, he could just ignore it.

But Mr. Owen's formal request is a matter of course, and he must go to the meeting.

Owen's home is not on Goldfinch Island, but a small artificially built island a little south of Goldfinch Island. As long as you set foot on this island, you will first see a huge sculpture.

The pure white rock with a height of 13 meters is carved into two heads. The one on the left has an old face, wearing a monocle and a wide-brimmed hat with a hole on his head.

This is Diedrich Nicolbauker.A well-known figure in the last century, the father of Violet, a famous writer.

When Diederich was young, the Violet State had just become famous for its precious metal and gemstone mines, which attracted many workers from the United States of Boston to come here. Of course, the most active and conspicuous of them were the capitalist families.

Mr. Diederich has settled in the Violet State for 20 years, experienced everything here, satirized all kinds of weird phenomena in social reality with his pungent writing style, and became a monument in the history of Boston literature.

It's a pity that this person who is now missed every year had a bleak end in his own time, leaving almost no inheritance or heirs.

The current Diederich Group actually has no blood relationship with this celebrity.

According to rumors from the outside world, this name was only used to commemorate it because Owen, the helm of the group, had a friendship with Mr. Diedrich when he was young and admired him deeply.

This white sculpture, the middle-aged head with a smiling face, full cheeks and a broad forehead on the right, was originally carved according to the 50-year-old Owen.

But Brad knew better.

This name and this sculpture are simply Owen's mockery of Violet's father.

When he was young, he did have an exchange with that writer, but it was by no means a pleasant memory, so that he would be punished like this.

That literary giant who died for more than 60 years, his name will forever be entangled with the position he hated the most during his lifetime, and become the label of capital, and even the glory of capital. As long as this group exists for a day, what Diederich did Everything about it will inevitably be distorted and ignored by later generations.

’ If Mr. Diederich saw himself leaving such a reputation in hell, he would cry bitterly. '

Brad glanced at the sculpture, stepped onto the tree-lined path on the right side of the sculpture, and walked into Owen's manor under the reception of the security personnel.

The two bodyguards followed Brad silently, but not far away, their attention was attracted by the flashing black shadow in the forest.

Brad turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two bodyguards did not elaborate: "It's just a rabbit, nothing."

In a corner of the jungle, a rabbit with swollen muscles, blood oozing from its hind legs, is running desperately.

Its speed is very fast, as long as one hind leg is kicked on the tree trunk, it can be shot out like an arrow, and there is no need to land in the whole process.

If it is calculated according to the straight-line distance, the distance it has escaped is enough to traverse the entire island, but its escape cannot be a straight line.

Something terrible is chasing it.

It kept changing its direction, and when it jumped up from the tree trunk again, finally, the ripples of the sea were reflected in its eyes, and hot tears overflowed from the bottom of its eyes.

But the next moment, black filled its field of vision, blocking the sea.

Brad came to several small buildings.

Ragged pavilions, sharp roofs, and a huge clock that hangs on the side of the wall for unknown purpose, and the hands never move.

It is a decoration style that was popular in Europe for a period of time. It was originally a look that artists who pursue spooky and dark things would love, but they are all matched and piled up with warm colors.

Shows a kind of fake warmth like a joke.

Owen sat down in the corridor and waited for him.

"Brad, come on, come on."

The energetic old man wore a brown vest over a white shirt, was holding a pipe in his hand, and waved with a smile, "My tea has been cold three times to wait for you."

"I was too rude, I didn't arrange the time well." Brad sat opposite the old man, looked around, and said, "Mr. Owen called me over late at night, and didn't invite anyone else. Is there anything that can only be used for me? place?"

Owen shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I'm interested today and want to find someone to watch a fighting match with. I knocked on the phone book and picked your name?"

Brad felt a little relieved, and said with a smile: "So that's the case. Is number three going to play tonight? It hasn't had an opponent for a long time, right?"

"Yeah, its opponent today is also a good little thing, who is the winner, maybe it's not a [-]% thing."

Owen clapped his hands and said, "Let number three come up."

Someone nearby blew a whistle, and soon, a huge figure flew from the forest.

The creature was nearly three meters tall, but it landed silently. The length of its arms was almost equal to its entire height, especially the swollen fists at the end of its arms, which were much larger than its own head.

When it came to the square, where it could be illuminated by the lights, it could be seen that the soft hair was shining under the reflector light. It was a silver-backed orangutan with a huge number "3" branded on its chest.

At this moment, the silverback gorilla was holding a rabbit in its hand.

The rabbit with short hair and obvious muscular lines was uttering a series of screams in fear and struggling continuously.

When its eyeballs turned around, it revealed a humanized begging, as if it had intelligence beyond that of animals.

But the next moment, it was swallowed by the silverback gorilla.

The silverback gorilla's eyes also showed a smug brilliance, he slapped himself on the chest, and looked at Owen.

Owen nodded slightly, and the silverback gorilla let out a low growl as if it had been rewarded.

At this time, the servant led a big yellow-haired dog to the square with a thick chain.

Here's another player in today's fight.

Brad looked at all this with a smile and expectation, but he was a little bored in his heart. He knew that these animals were bred by combining the genes of fighters and the embryos of wild beasts. family heritage.

When he saw this kind of creature for the first time, he was not only surprised, but also frightened, but no matter how novel it was, after seeing it for a long time, the fear would turn into numbness, and even a little disgust.

In his opinion, wouldn't it be more interesting to attend the gathering of domesticated beauties with this spare time?

Recently, there is a new trend in their circle, disguising their identities, hooking up some young and beautiful ladies like a boy with no money, and sharing them with everyone after they have been trained.

Brad felt a little envious in his heart, but unfortunately he didn't have so much time, so he could only watch a boring fight here.

Only Owen was still enjoying it, so kindly, he looked at the two creatures who were about to start a bloody fight with the eyes of pets.

"By the way, apart from this fight, another thing will happen tonight."

(End of this chapter)