Field's eyes did not cause much trouble to Allen and the others, because the situations they had experienced were much bigger than this curious eyes.

Because he had to check in, Field didn't have much time to observe, and his eyes just swept past Allen and Renard.

Then he buried his head and started working.

When Tropp Green saw this scene, he looked at the two people who were still dozing off next to him, and sighed quietly, as if he felt relieved.

Allen and Renard looked at each other, puzzled.

Although Tropp Green's posture was obscure, they could see that the other party was guarding against something and was guarding against.

So the question is, what is the one that needs to be on guard against in your own nest?

They thought this question would take a long time to get an answer, but they didn't expect that the next moment.

This answer came before them.

Crack, a clear sound of opening the door sounded in the silent hall.

Let all the people who are still awake in this subconsciously turn their heads.

Although the cold winter is far away, the already coming spring is warmer than the chilly winter.

However, the cold wind in the middle of the night still has a chill that makes people feel cold on their backs.

The rustling cold wind entered through the opened door, like a mad dragon without restraint, rushing towards Allen and others.

The wind whistles.

“Alan Seulias?”

A stream of inexplicable playfulness resounded in this empty hall, and also in the ears of Allen and others.

Although the perception of diffusion has not reached its target position, Alan has already had a premonition the moment he hears this sound.

The other party came for him.

Even, he became aware of something.

Perhaps, the reason why Tropp Green was so careful can even be said to be cautious in his actions, not the other person, but the guy who suddenly arrived.

"It's me."

He spoke in a deep voice, without any panic in his tone, only calmness that was like an ancient well.

Perception is like a spider web spreading, covering the other party at an extremely fast speed.

Therefore, the other party's image appeared in his mind very clearly.

The other party's figure is extremely tall and strong, with knotty muscles all over his body and bulging high, like a small giant.

However, compared with his violent figure, the other party's face looked much warmer.

There is no rough and wild aura that complements it. It can even be said that the other party's face is quite gentle and has a gentle atmosphere.

It seems that the other party is not a reckless man with a tall figure like a butcher, but a gentle and elegant teacher who teaches and educates people.

This hellish comparison gave Allen a great impact, and at the same time, it also left a very deep impression on him.

It can be said that even an ordinary person can't forget it easily after seeing such a guy with a serious body and appearance, let alone Alan.

However, at this time, Allen was just a little surprised by the other person's figure and appearance, but did not pay much attention to this aspect.

Because his sensitivity, which was as sharp as a god, clearly told him.

This person is not good.

Hearing Allen admit his identity, the eyes of the visitor suddenly became extremely dangerous.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp gaze was cast from it, projecting onto Allen.

Such pressure is already extremely terrifying for ordinary people, and even for most newbies who have just advanced to the silver.

But for Allen, it was basically a breeze that was blowing, and there was no slight pressure at all.

The silence spread between the two and became increasingly depressing.

"Tropp, why do you have to hide it from me when you pick up Roy's son?"

"What, do you think I'm not qualified?"

The next moment, the slasher, who was tall and like a butcher, sneered and asked Tropp Green.

His tone was very ordinary, and he even had a faint smile.

However, the playfulness and banter, without any hidden expression is extremely clear and clear.

It's as if the other party came for provocation.

"How could it be, if you, Johnson Keith, aren't qualified enough, then there are probably not many people in the executive department who are qualified."

"But it's just because it's too late and I don't want to bother you."

Tropp Green's tone was still calm and seemed not to be affected by the other party.

Alan and Renard were listening on the side, and they were probably able to grasp some context.

It was obvious that the other party came for Allen.

Alan didn't know each other and had no intersection before.

Then the answer is obvious, the other party is coming for Allen's parents.

Or more accurately, it is Allen's father, Roy Seulias.

The other party's previous emphasis on the identity of Roy's son confirmed this fact.

However, even though I knew the other party’s purpose, I knew that I had not suffered a disaster that flew from somewhere, or helped someone with an unknown slaughter.

But Allen still felt speechless.

Because, this feeling of not knowing nothing is really bad.

"Don't want to disturb me?" Johnson asked back with great disdain when he heard Tropp's words.

Then, before he could answer, he continued, "It's okay, since I've come here anyway, so I won't say anything to bother or not."

After looking at the other party deeply, Tropp knew that the other party had made up his mind not to leave.

So, instead of rushing to communicate, he turned around and said to Field, who had been working hard as if he was immersed in his work, and he knew nothing.

"Are you okay?"

"Sir, you only need to use these two of your documents to complete it."

Field, who had been buried in his head since Johnson arrived, finally raised his head and answered pale face after hearing Tropp's questions.

Such paleness is naturally not the cold wind in the middle of the night.

After all, although such a cold wind is biting, it does not cause much harm to the extraordinary.

But the problem is that this kind of unforgettable disaster that seems to be involved in some terrifying vortex is really too scary.

At this time, Field wanted to sleep like two colleagues beside him, without knowing anything.

Even if he was punished, he admitted it.

At least, that level of sadness will not exceed the sadness of being "silenced" by worrying about discovering some secrets.

After hearing Field say this, Allen and Renard took the initiative to take out their executive certificates with great abilities and handed them over to Field, instead of waiting for Tlopp to urge him again.

"alright."

Field, who had received the certificate, completed the final procedure as fast as he had in his life, then stood up and bowed and handed the certificate back to Allen and Renard's hands.

Then, he sat down and lay directly on his desk.

"Let's go."

Tropp said to Allen and Renard, then turned around and left.

Allen and Renard looked at each other and were about to leave.

They didn't care how much Field heard, so they naturally didn't think about threatening the other party.

What's more, the other party is so sensible about the current situation, so they will not have the actions that Field is worried about.

What's more, if we strictly talk about this matter today, it is their fault.

Field was just affected, and he was the innocent victim.

It was too late for them to apologize to each other, so how could they increase their efforts to persecute?

They don't know what Tropp thinks, but it probably is the same.

Allen and Renard followed each other and quickly walked to the door of the hall, and walked to the front of Johnson, who looked like a little giant.

"It's getting late now, so I'll send them both to rest first."

Tropp had a smile on his face and said to Johnson in a gentle tone.

However, Johnson did not mean to buy Tropp's words.

His right hand suddenly swung, bringing a gust of wind and thunder, holding it straight in front of Tropp,

Similarly, he was also standing in front of Allen and Renard.

"Why, I want to leave now, are you thinking too simple?"

Johnson looked down at the three people who looked like dwarfs in front of him, and his mouth was grinning, and there was a clear sense of playfulness in his eyes.

The next moment, Tropp suddenly raised his head, and the smile on his face suddenly restrained, becoming cold and solemn, like the ice that had not melted for thousands of years and was as hard as hard as a strong one, with the most decisive edge.

"Johnson, don't go too far."

"I'm too much?" As if I had heard something extremely funny, Johnson's gentle face that was completely incompatible with his body revealed a hideous smile.

His facial muscles were tight and he said with gritted teeth.

"Did you forget what that bastard Roy Seulias did to me?"

Hearing this, Alan's face, who had been silent, also changed a little.

However, he did not rush to speak because now was not the best time.

Moreover, there are some things that he hasn't figured out yet.

At the same time, Renard glanced at Johnson with a very obscure look, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

If he had only had a vague impression before, then now, from the other party's conversation, he probably guessed the other party's identity.

Not only that, he also found the strange reason for the other party from the corner of his memory and from conversations with others.

"Allen, I guess you're in big trouble."

Renard's mouth twitched and he said helplessly to Allen in a tone that he wanted to hold his forehead.

"I have a lot of trouble, and I don't have much more trouble."

"Tell me, Mr. Johnson Keith, what's the love, hate and love with my father?"

Allen sighed silently, choking at his father's ability to cause trouble.

Then, try to maintain a calm surface and answer in a calm tone.

"Johnson Keith, deputy director of the executive department, a strong man at the peak of the Silver level, and an outstanding figure of the same period as Uncle Roy."

"And, the other party is an old school."

After hearing this, Allen was a little confused, "So, why did the other party be so malicious to me?"

"Or, why do you hold a grudge against my father so much?"

"You know, in my perception, the hatred on the other party was almost uncontrollably overflowing."

"Don't worry, the key is coming soon." Renard replied quickly, and quickly informed Allen of the information he had just sorted out from his mind.

"Although the other party was an outstanding young man back then, he was suppressed by Uncle Roy and could not turn over."

"This is not a short-term suppression, but a suppression that has not seen the light of day for several years and cannot see the slightest hope."

"During this period, the other party wanted to prove that he was not inferior to others countless times, but in the end they failed. They became Uncle Roy's stepping stone again and again, making outstanding contributions to the other party's grand momentum."

"It can be said that Uncle Roy was able to quickly make a name in the early days, and he had a large part of his contribution."

Hearing this, Allen's face became weird.

Sacrifice yourself and contribute to others. From his father's perspective, the other party is really a tool person who has made outstanding contributions.

Of course, the other party may not have this intention.

From the other party's perspective, this is a kingly passionate manga that fights repeatedly and repeatedly. The only drawback is that the other party has never won.

And Roy Seulias is the big boss who has been forcing the protagonist to keep moving forward.

But unfortunately, until the end, the other party failed to resist successfully.

I have to say, this is a sad story!

The more he thought about it, the more Allen wanted to laugh.

With such a tragic experience, coupled with the differences in factions, he felt that the other party hated his father and then transferred the hatred to him, and there seemed to be no incomprehensible problem.

"Of course, the biggest bond between Johnson and Uncle Roy is not the above things."

When he heard this, even Alan couldn't help but feel the urge to open his mouth wide.

All of the above is so sad. Alan doesn't know what kind of blow the other party has suffered.

Bang!

A sudden burst of inspiration in my mind, like a bolt of lightning piercing through the sky, dispelling all the darkness.

Thinking of the incongruity between the other side's appearance and body, Allen already had a premonition.

The next moment, Renard's words also confirmed his conjecture.

"The reason why Johnson hated Uncle Roy so much is because of how he looks now."

【really.】

Alan's mouth twitched and he muttered silently in his heart.

"In the last fight between Uncle Roy and him, it seems that for some reason, the victory or defeat between them will influence something and determine something."

"In other words, their battle has become a way of negotiation."

"So, in this battle, Johnson chose to use a taboo tactic."

"But unfortunately, the other party failed."

"And, because of the backlash of tactics, the opponent has become the current appearance of dissonance between his face and body."
Chapter completed!