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Chapter 305: Who sent him?

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    It¡¯s just getting dark.

    A charity gala is being held in the largest opera house in Walton.

    Thousands of well-dressed ladies and gentlemen, wearing the most beautiful dresses, sat on the benches and stared at the stage with smiles on their faces.

    The theme of this party is to care for the hungry children in that black land.

    All the guests who came to raise funds were all rich people. Donating dozens of millions for them, that is, a banquet.

    By skipping one meal, you can meet the living needs of tens of thousands of children for a year, and gain an overwhelming reputation. It¡¯s worth it!

    As for the reason why those children are starving, is it entirely due to their wanton plundering of resources there, and is it related to their love?

    There were dozens of journalists from various countries inside the venue.

    Among them, there are many East Asian faces.

    There are several of them, and they are still well-known public figures in China.

    It was the tongues of these people that made the Chinese people know how sweet and delicious the air here is; they also knew that many wealthy people invested all their property in charity foundations without knowing a penny.  Leave it to your children and grandchildren; I realized that if you don¡¯t go out after nine o¡¯clock in the evening, you have to spend more time with your family.

    No one paid any attention to the garbage bags flying all over the street and the sewage flowing everywhere.

    The wealthy invest all their wealth into charitable foundations just to avoid high inheritance taxes, but public intellectuals also turn a blind eye.

    "If you don't go out at night, it's all caused by gangsters running rampant on the streets. How can you see the public intellectuals if they don't run around at night?"

    Mr. Xikelai is the organizer of tonight¡¯s charity fundraising meeting.

    Although the old gentleman has gray hair and wrinkles on his face, he has a very good spirit, especially his eloquence, which is called a witty line, which often triggers good-natured laughter in the audience.

    "Many people ask me why I care about the suffering children in that black land. I have a thousand words to say about this, but I don't know where to start. But I must say, who made me stand here tonight?  "

    After the good-natured laughter and elegant applause fell, the old man continued: "Just because I also have two grandchildren of the same age as them. When I see my children, in this land of freedom, they have nothing to lose."  After playing carefree, I would think: How great would it be if all the children in the world could be like them?"

    The scene was silent.

    The reporters seized this opportunity and quickly pressed the shutter.

    ?Those who are smart have already thought of the title of the news report, which is called "May every corner of the world be filled with the worry-free laughter of children."

    With his sharp eyes, he keenly caught the deep affection on the old gentleman¡¯s face and looked somewhere in the audience.

    The camera followed immediately.

    The dozen or so people sitting over there are the old gentleman¡¯s most beloved family members.

    ??????????Including the two grandchildren he mentioned.

    A boy and a girl, both five or six years old, with innocent smiles on their faces, like little angels.

    "This is the world I yearn for. I hope that one day, I can be like Mr. Sikelai and bring all my family members to participate in and host such an event. Accept the praise from relatives and friends, and let more people  You're proud to know me. Unfortunately, this old guy is becoming more and more stingy, and the funds he gives are getting less and less."

    A prominent Chinese public intellectual sighed secretly when his right foot was stepped on by a waiter.

    The waiter was carrying a plate with two bottles of mineral water on it. It seemed that he was going to bring it to Mr. Sickle to moisten his throat.

    He frowned and was about to scold you for being blind, but then he suddenly remembered that this was a civilized country.

    The key is that the person who stepped on his foot was a white man.

    The public intellectual immediately smiled flatteringly, but the waiter didn't even look at him. He squeezed through the group of reporters and walked to the rostrum.

    The waiter whispered something to the hostess in front of the steps.

    The hostess nodded and moved away from the steps.

    The waiter carried the plate, walked up the steps, and walked to Mr. Sickle.

    When Mr. Siklai saw this, he immediately nodded kindly and thanked him.

    The waiter asked: "Mr. Sickle, can I say a few words to you?"

    Siklai frowned.

    He didn¡¯t arrange for a humble waiter to ask him questions on the podium.

    However, the waiter actually said it, which attracted the attention of many people, and he could only nod with a smile.

    The waiter was holding the plate, bending slightly, facing the microphone, but looking at Si Ke.He saw Mr. Feeley, whom he was protecting, with a painful expression on his face and his hands covering his heart.

    A bloody knife tip was exposed from between Mr. Feeley's fingers.

    Mr. Philly made a vague sound, threw himself into the young man's arms, and knelt on the ground.

    It was only then that the young man discovered that there was a knife hilt behind Mr. Philly¡¯s back!

    A slender white hand is retracting from the handle of the knife.

    This is a handsome-looking man who is very tastefully dressed.

    It was him who took advantage of the young man who was protecting Mr. Philly to have his attention attracted by those fans. He took the opportunity to get close to him and kill him with a single blow!

    A man has two knives.

    The sharp knife in his right hand stabbed Mr. Philly to death.

    The sharp knife in his left hand was close to the third and fourth ribs of his left rib, piercing his own heart diagonally.

    The man and the young man with glasses looked at each other for a moment and asked softly: "Mr. Feili, is he the seventh member of the Emperor's Eye Society, right? Unfortunately, he never married. I can't kill his whole family like my companions did."  "

    The young man's hands and feet were cold and he asked in a trembling voice: "Who is it? Who sent you here?"

    "It's God. My God."

    After the man knelt on his knees, he could no longer maintain his elegant and calm look. With a ferocious smile on his face, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky and said in a hoarse voice: "My God said that in the next many days, there will be many Emperor Eyes."  Senior members will use their blood to wash away their dirty souls."

    "Your god, who is he!?"

    The young man was completely awake. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man's collar, roaring.

    The man said nothing.

    His life has ended.

    However, his face was filled with a relieved and happy smile.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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