The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

The aftereffects of last night's tear gas had not completely subsided, and Su Yutang still felt a dull pain in her lungs.

During this pause, she remembered something: "Oh, by the way, we were in danger in the hospital last night, how come Xiao Hengyu happened to be there?"

Xu Yike thought for a moment and said, "That Miss Chu is in the hospital again. He seems to be accompanying Miss Chu in the hospital..."

She paused for a moment, "But Tangtang, although Xiao Hengyu is always haunting you, he really cares about you. I think he is interested in you."

Su Yutang reached out and tapped her forehead lightly: "Alright, it's actress Tan, and it's Xiao Hengyu's, I've become a heartthrob in your eyes."

"Why are you imitating your third brother?" Xu Yike patted his head. "That's how it is. My Tangtang is a heartthrob. It's a shame for Mr. Bo."

She hugged Su Yutang's arm and leaned her head on her shoulder, acting like an exaggerated fangirl. "If I were a man, you would definitely be mine."

Su Yutang was amused by her, and the dull pain in her chest seemed to ease a little.

............

On the other side, Bo Jingzhou chased Liz all the way, and finally watched her being escorted into a hotel by the group of gentleman men.

Bo Jingzhou sat in the car and lit a cigarette.

He watched the figure pass through the revolving door and disappear into the depths of the hotel's magnificent lobby.

The man went out and came back, standing outside the car window and reporting, "Boss Bo, the place where Liz entered is the territory of the Gentry Association. The group of people who rescued her are members of the Gentry Association. We can't get in."

Bo Jingzhou reached out of the window and flicked the ash from his cigarette.

The ashes drifted away in the wind, just like his plan that had been temporarily thwarted. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Gentlemen's Association?"

He had heard of this organization a long time ago.

An underground empire that is not controlled by any country or force and provides services exclusively to political dignitaries and war criminals.

The Gentry Association is nominally open to the outside world, but in reality it uses a strict hierarchy system to screen its members. From the lowest Q9 to the highest Q1, each promotion requires completing a nearly impossible task.

If ordinary people want to become Q9 members, they must first complete three SSS-level tasks, and the failure rate of these tasks is as high as 99.7%.

As for the "Triangle Tower" hotel in front of us, it is just the tip of the iceberg of the many industries of the Gentry Club.

Here, one gold coin can buy a night of absolute safety.

One gold coin requires 100 million cash to exchange.

More importantly, only members of the Gentlemen's Club, that is, Q9 and above, are eligible to stay.

Once you step through that revolving door, it means that all the gentry will be mobilized to protect the guests' safety, and no external forces are allowed to take action.

It is said that even airplanes and tanks cannot penetrate its defense system.

Even though Bo Jingzhou was a member of the Gentry Association, he was not qualified to go in and kill Liz.

This is the rule of the gentry association.

One hundred million to buy a night's life, only the richest people are qualified to reach the top.

Those top dignitaries will regard the Gentry Association as a temporary shelter. As long as you spend enough money, someone will do their best to protect you.

To put it bluntly, this is a game that only rich people can play.

"Check her membership level." Bo Jingzhou took a deep puff of cigarette, and the nicotine temporarily suppressed the anger surging in his chest.

The man tapped the tablet rapidly, then looked up after a few minutes: "Q6."

This shows that Liz has completed many tasks assigned by her superiors over the years to be promoted to this level.

Bo Jingzhou sneered.

Q6 means that Liz already has considerable say within the Gentry Association and can mobilize some organizational resources.

No wonder her escape was so professional.

The "triangle tower" outside the car window looks like a huge crystal fortress in the night, and there may be snipers or surveillance equipment hidden behind each window.

Tonight's actions can only go so far.

A strong attack would not only be futile, but would also lead to endless retaliation from the gentry and a global manhunt.

Bo Jingzhou said coldly: "Send people to monitor all exits 24 hours a day. I don't believe she can hide in here forever."

The subordinate nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie and began to deploy.

After a while, another subordinate called and said, "Boss Bo, Duke is not dead yet. The bullet grazed his heart, but he's still breathing."

Bo Jingzhou raised his eyebrows. He had left someone behind before leaving. He had wanted to watch Liz's lover go, but he hadn't expected that this man would be more tenacious than a cockroach.

Now that this cockroach is not dead yet, it has become the best bait.

When Liz ran, she didn't even care about Duke's body. She probably thought he was already dead.

In this case...

Bo Jingzhou stubbed out his cigarette and said, "Don't kill him yet. Let him live and wait for Liz to fall into the trap."

At the same time, Liz stood by the window of the hotel room, lifted the velvet curtain and took a look, and saw Bo Jingzhou's people below.

Her fingers turned white as she clenched the curtains, and her anger caused the fabric to wrinkle.

One hundred million a night, Liz has plenty of money to seek asylum.

She felt extremely humiliated just to be threatened by Bo Jingzhou.

She is Liz. She has lived for so many years and has never been so restrained in her actions after killing people.

Liz sat by the window, thinking about how to deal with Bo Jingzhou.

After a while, her scarlet lips curled up into a twisted smile, and she took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

............

While waiting for Liz, Bo Jingzhou looked up and saw the watch shop on the street, so he got out of the car and went in.

The automatic door opened with a sensor. Inside the store, there were antique pocket watches with a history of a hundred years. The crystal chandelier on the dome reflected the scattered light, which fell on a platinum watch in the display case.

Bo Jingzhou paused, his eyes fixed on the circle of blue diamonds inlaid on the dial.

"Sir, you have excellent taste. This is our new 'Star Track' series." The blonde salesperson bowed and introduced the watch. "The dial is made of 18K platinum, and the inner ring can be customized with laser engraving..."

"How long does customization take?" Bo Jingzhou interrupted her introduction.

The clerk flipped open the gold-stamped brochure and, upon seeing the antique Patek Philippe watch on the man's wrist, immediately put on a more respectful smile. "A regular custom order would take at least ten days. When would you like it?"

Bo Jingzhou frowned. There were only three days left until Su Yutang's birthday.

"Can't it be faster? I need it in three days."

The clerk nodded immediately and pulled out a black VIP brochure from the back of the counter. "Of course! You're one of our most distinguished customers since we opened our shop. I'll have our chief watchmaker work overnight, and the watch will be delivered to your door by the third day."

She respectfully handed over the customized card.

Bo Jingzhou took the pen and paused at the "engraving content" column.

The inner dial of this watch can be engraved. Bo Jingzhou left his words and address before leaving the watch shop.