Chapter 926: The Royal Family's Background, I Have a Back-up Plan

Royal Manor Villa, in the study.

Charles III faced more than 400 ferocious killers of various shapes and armed with fancy weapons.

He appeared neither humble nor arrogant, and even had more momentum than the other party.

Having been in a high position for decades, the demeanor of a king was fully displayed at this moment.

Charles IV was hiding in a corner, trembling.

He did not have the courage of his father, and was frightened out of his wits.

As the representative of the killers, Dawn Death was unsure for a moment.

When Charles III yelled, "Let Qin Chuan talk to me, otherwise, I guarantee he will regret it for the rest of his life!!!!"

After this sentence, he wavered.

Jack the Ripper beside him whispered, "Brother Death, how about letting the old guy talk to the gentleman on the phone?"

Dawn Death frowned slightly. As the representative of the killers, he knew it very well.

Mr. Qin was dressed in white and didn't want to get any dirt on him.

But now Charles III's words were so certain that he had to be cautious.

What if he really has something that makes Mr. regret?

Seeing that the Dawn Death God was hesitant, Ji Feng Zhui Ming stepped forward to persuade him, "Death God, when the gods are fighting, we should choose to protect ourselves, which is safer."

Upon hearing this, Dawn Death sighed softly.

......

Los Santos, Beverly Hills villa area.

Qin Chuan and Franklin strolled in the villa area.

At this time, the street lights on both sides of the road in the villa area lit up, and the lights of thousands of houses in Los Santos below the mountain were bright.

The breeze gently caresses the woods in the mountains, and the atmosphere is very pleasant.

Who would have thought that it was just here.

The five major gangs in Los Santos were destroyed, and hundreds of people including the gang leaders were almost wiped out.

Among the nine major chaebols in South Korea, the Jiang family of Happy Group was destroyed.

Gonzalez, the chief of the Los Santos Sheriff's Department, and John, the head of the FBI in Los Santos, were fed deadly feces by their subordinates and died of poisoning.

Franklin looked at Qin Chuan, who was walking leisurely in Beverly Hills with his hands behind his back.

Only at this moment did he finally understand why his immediate superior, FBI Director Jennifer Kelly, was afraid of him.

"Walk faster." Qin Chuan's calm tone interrupted Franklin's thoughts.

He swallowed and followed in small steps.

beep...

Two sirens sounded, and two security cars slowly drove up from behind Qin Chuan and the other man.

The car stopped at the gate of Qinchuan Villa.

Four Los Santos security officers got out of the car.

When the other party saw Qin Chuan, he bowed to him, imitating the Chinese way of bowing.

"Mr. Qin, the four of us will be on duty for you today, please rest assured and have a good rest."

Qin Chuan nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The security guard was very excited when he heard this, "It's only natural to serve you, sir."

After that, the four of them returned to the car and drove it to the entrance of the villa.

Just now, Qin Chuan could have killed more than 400 security guards and FBI agents in one fell swoop.

But he didn't do that.

First of all, these people did not cause him any harm.

Secondly, these people also follow orders and can wake up at the last moment and repent in time.

Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements.

Qin Chuan waved his hand, as if to spare them.

Qin Chuan intended to let them go, but they didn't believe that Qin Chuan would spare them.

After all, this is a man who makes the world's top 500 killers bow down to him.

Everyone speculated that Qin Chuan would not want to kill him openly.

By the time everyone gets off work, it will probably be the time of death.

Everyone decided that it would be better to take the initiative rather than sit and wait for death.

So hundreds of security guards and FBI agents knelt down in front of Qin Chuan.

Ask Qin Chuan to give them an opportunity to be loyal to him.

Seeing everyone's sincere attitude, Qin Chuan had no choice.

So he agreed and asked them to protect Wang Ranran, Jiang Fang and Ji Ranqing.

The security guards and FBI agents throughout the city saw that Qin Chuan was willing to take them in as his younger brothers.

Everyone was filled with gratitude and felt honored to work for him.

At this time, a phone call came in, and the caller ID showed the other party's name, Zorro.

"Mr. Qin, Charles III wants to talk to you. He said that if you don't talk to him about this call, you will regret it for the rest of your life, so I can only take the initiative and call to ask what you think."

Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

......

The Dawn Death in the Royal Manor Villa received Zorro's reply.

Enter Qin Chuan's number on your mobile phone.

Soon the call was connected and he handed the phone to Charles III.

Charles III took the phone, coughed twice, and spoke in a high tone.

"Haha, Qin Chuan. You're smart to make this call."

"If I were not smart, why would you do this?"

"But smart people are often misled by their own intelligence."

"If you want to discuss with me who is smart, I'm not interested."

"Humph, you're impatient after just a few words. You're indeed an uneducated Chinese. Look at me, I remained calm in the face of the hundreds of assassins you sent. This is the foundation of our British royal family, and this is the gap between you and me."

"How can a dying person talk about cultural heritage?"

Charles III burst into laughter when he heard this.

"A dying man? Hahahaha, do you think that the British royal family can die so easily? Do you think that if I lose the throne, I will lose everything? Wrong! Absolutely wrong! The throne is just an empty title. Even if I lose the title of king, even if I temporarily leave my homeland, I am still the king of Great Britain! I still control the world! No one can kill me!"

As Charles III spoke, the calm expression on his face disappeared.

Instead, there was a gloomy and sinister face.

"Qin Chuan, don't you care about your family the most?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hahahaha, why don't you try to call your mom? Ask her where she is now?"

Charles III said confidently and arrogantly.

Qin Chuan frowned slightly, waved at Franklin and asked for his cell phone.

He made a series of phone calls, "Hello, Mom, where are you now?"

"I'm accompanying your grandfather for a physical examination."

"Oh well."

"What's up, Xiaochuan? Why did you call me to ask where I am?"

"It is not I who asks, but Charles III."

"Charles III?"

"Former King of Great Britain."

"what?"

"Mom, I'll hang up first."

Qin Chuan hung up the phone and said coldly, "Haha, my mother is accompanying my grandfather for a physical examination."

Charles III was stunned when he heard this.

Although he doesn't understand Chinese.

But from Qin Chuan's tone, one could sense the other party's state of mind at the moment, he was neither anxious nor impatient, but very relaxed.

Charles III muttered to himself.

'Hey, that's weird.'

Logically speaking, his mother should have been tied up by now.

Could it be that he kidnapped his father?

Charles III snorted and said, "Wrong, wrong! It's your father! Ask where your father is!"

Qin Chuan called Qin Guoming as the other party wished, just in case.

It took a long time for the call to be connected.

This made Qin Chuan very confused. Could it be...

"Hey, Dad, where are you?"

What surprised Qin Chuan was that Qin Guoming on the other end of the phone had an abnormal tone...