Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 183 Boxing Match

Although the Capetian family today is far less glorious than it was in the Middle Ages, it is still one of the most powerful families in Europe, even if the famous Habsburg family is still inferior compared to it.

(In reality, the main line of the Capetian family was extinct in 1328. It was precisely because of the death of the main Capetian line that the Hundred Years War began. Currently, there are only the Bourbon family in Spain and the Braganza family in Portugal. The Orleans family and other collateral lines are still there.)

Although they only received permission for pistols, this was enough for Sean and others. After all, Luxembourg is not a war-torn country.

As soon as the group of people walked out, they saw a white man in his thirties holding a sign in the distance that read "Bienvenue au Luxembourg, M.Shawn!" in French.

Welcome to Luxembourg, Mr. Shawn!

Atley glanced at the VIP channel with the sign, waiting for the friend his boss mentioned. When he saw Sean and others walking towards him, he immediately showed a warm smile.

"Hello, is this Mr. Sean?"

A trace of envy flashed in Yateli's eyes. Sure enough, these damn rich people were always cheering for them wherever they went.

"I'm Sean, are you sent by Leslie to pick me up?"

Sean walked up and asked, pointing to the sign in the other person's hand.

"Welcome to Luxembourg, Mr. Sean. The car to pick you up has been parked outside. Please follow me."

Yateli bowed slightly and said hello, then made a gesture of invitation and led Sean and others outside.

Parked outside was a huge 9-seater Mercedes-Benz Sprinter commercial vehicle. Taking into account Sean's identity and knowing that Sean would not have less bodyguards, Leslie specially arranged this -seater large commercial vehicle. In fact, It just so happened that there were eight people in Sean's group.

The Mercedes-Benz Sprinter luxury business car is not very high-profile, but when entering the car, Sean can appreciate the luxury of these aristocratic children, including Persian carpets, finely crafted leather sofas, and various decorations produced by top European handicraft companies. , luxurious to the point of being inhumane.

Hotel Hugo International Luxembourg, located in the Petros Valley in the city center, is a luxurious five-star hotel in Luxembourg City and one of the properties of the Capet family.

(Hugo is the first generation head of the Capet family, and his father has the historical title of "The Great Hugo")

When the car stopped at the door of the hotel, the security personnel at the door were about to step forward to check and verify the identity.

"I am Yateli, they are friends of Master Leslie."

Seeing the security personnel approaching, Yateli quickly stepped forward to explain.

After hearing Yateli's explanation, the security captain frowned and glanced at Sean and the others with wary eyes. He did not let them go until his identity was confirmed through the headset and the control room, but his eyes were still full of vigilance.

He smelled a smell that did not belong to the civilized world from Sean and others, and his intuition told him that the identity of this group of people must not be simple.

Wild dogs of war!

Temperament is a bit mysterious to say, but it does exist. Just like a pig butcher has his own murderous aura, guys like them who shuttle on the battlefield are more sensitive to each other.

"Boss, these guys smell like damn vultures that make me uncomfortable!"

Watching Sean and others walk away, a security guard frowned and complained.

"Don't worry so much. Since it was called by the young master of the Cape family, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to do a good job of security today."

The security captain glanced at the backs of Sean and others, then turned around and concluded the matter. On the 33rd floor of the Hugo International Hotel, Leslie was sitting in the seat of the Cape family, looking at the square boxing ring in the center with a livid face.

In that square boxing ring, a strong black man was roaring arrogantly. At his feet, a strong white man was lying on the ground in a coma, his head and face covered with blood.

"Wow, what a wonderful match. I declare that the winner of this match is the boxer 'The Beast' Ka-Dee recommended by Mr. Spencer!"

A group of medical staff rushed to the ring and carried away the strong white man lying on the ground on a stretcher, which meant that the boxing match had come to an end.

Leslie's face was ashen. He didn't expect that the boxer he had high hopes for and trusted so much would lose. He was knocked unconscious by an iron knee from his opponent. There were still two boxing matches to come. If he lost again, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life. In a few years, the resources at his disposal will be greatly reduced, and he may even be disqualified from being the heir.

"Hey, Leslie, it seems that the boxers you are looking for this year are not very effective."

Spencer on the side took a sip from a glass of red wine, with a breathtaking smile on his face, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Just when Leslie was about to say something, a middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo and white gloves came over and whispered a few words in Leslie's ear. Leslie's eyes flashed There was a hint of joy, and then he stood up to leave.

"Hey, Leslie, this is just a boxing match, there's no need to react so big, right?"

Spencer was a little confused by what he said, and asked in confusion.

"Listen, Spencer, I have a special friend here, and I have to go and greet him first."

Leslie's face was filled with joy, and he didn't feel depressed at all as he had just lost a round.

"A special friend?"

Spencer chewed the title carefully and frowned.

What Leslie didn't notice was that the girl who just sat next to him with fiery red hair, fair and rosy skin, delicate features, wearing a punk-style leather jacket, and exuding wildness and handsomeness was quietly following behind him. Chased out.

Arriving at the first floor from the VIP elevator, Leslie looked at the familiar Asian face and happily walked forward and gave Sean a big hug.

"Hey Sean, you came just in time!"

Sean was a little puzzled by the other party's enthusiasm, but he smiled and hugged the other party: "Long time no see, my friend!"

"Sean, you came just in time. Your friend Leslie needs your help right now!" Leslie suddenly said to Sean with a heavy face.

Damn it, why are you being so intimate with me? There's something wrong with co-writing!

Although Sean was a little confused, he still smiled and said, "Did something happen, Leslie?"

"I want to know if any of the people you brought are good at boxing. They need to have comprehensive skills. The opponent is a former professional mixed martial arts fighter and is very strong!" Leslie asked solemnly.

"Boxing?" Sean's head was filled with confusion. He turned to look at Oleg and the others and asked, "Do any of you know how to box?"

(End of this chapter)