Chapter 683


    Mr. Arnold''s face turned unpleasant at the words of the ck-clothed man, and he nced at Franklin.


    Search for Mr. Maskelyne''s body?


    "Huh-" Jasper, who had been following behind Franklin, let out a coldugh.


    He dashed forward to kick the ck-clothed man''s legs.


    Plop!


    The man knelt down directly, forced to tilt his head in embarrassment, and at this time Jasper''s palm


    mercilessly tugged at his hair, and the ck muzzle of the gun had been against the man''s eyebrows.


    Jasper''s movements were so fast that the men in ck didn''t have time to react, and he had subdued


    the man.


    The other three reacted and immediately pulled out their guns and pointed them at Jasper.


    Mr. Arnold, who was standing on the side, saw this scene and immediately spoke anxiously, "Mr.


    Maskelyne, let''s talk. Please don''t get angry."


    He quickly tried to salvage the situation as a responsible peacemaker.


    Now...


    As the rumors suggested, Franklin is not easy to mess with. Indeed, he is not someone to be messed


    with!


    "Mr. Arnold, if you have this attitude, it seems that we don''t need to solve the issue of new energy,"


    Jasper nced coldly at Mr. Arnold and spoke, making him feel embarrassed instantly.


    The issue of new energy is urgent, but... it has now be such a mess.


    He is more distressed than anyone else.


    It''s like lifting a stone to hit his own foot, and there''s no way to express the bitterness.


    How dare they propose to search the owner of MI6?


    He was extremely annoyed, but he dared not show it.


    He hated these men in ck who put him in such an awkward situation.


    He was a little anxious, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously.


    He red at the group of men in ck. Franklin was invited here by them as their distinguished guest.


    Wherever this man goes, who dares to search him? Even the president of the Middle East is here now,


    and he probably wouldn''t dare to search him either!


    "Oh my, I was wondering why it was so lively outside. It turns out that Mr. Maskelyne has arrived."


    A cheerful voice suddenly sounded, followed by the opening of the door to the conference room.


    A middle-aged man slowly appeared at the door.


    The man nced around, waved his hand to signal those ck-d men put away their guns.


    Then he came to Franklin with a smile, "I''m sorry, Mr. Maskelyne, these people are so foolish, you


    won''t sink to their level? Right?


    The words sounded polite, but it was clearly a warning to Franklin.


    Sylvia''s eyes flickered as she wondered how these ck-d men could have asked for a body search


    without the middle-aged man''s orders.


    But if Franklin got angry and fought with these men, he would lose his identity and face. Franklin looked


    at the middle-aged man expressionlessly.


    His cold face showed no emotion, and his dark eyes were like ancient wells with no ripples.


    But there was an eerie aura emanating from him that made the middle-aged man shiver as a chill ran


    down his spine.


    However, he gritted his teeth and held on.


    Although he pleaded with Franklin about the new energy project this time, he did not want to be under


    Franklin''s control forever.


    He wanted to take control of things; otherwise, Franklin would think that their future projects couldn''t do


    without MI6. It would be bad news for him.


    For quite some time, Franklin slowly raised his hand to signal Jasper to put away his gun. His cold


    voice sounded, "Mr. Santana''s way to wee me really opens my eyes."


    Mr. Santana''s face changed slightly but a smile was still on his face as he continued, "Mr. Maskelyne,


    no more pleasantries; pleasee in quickly." He gestured invitingly as he turned sideways.


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    Mr. Santana is very cunning; Sylvia thought inwardly while ncing at Mr. Santana who had a smile on


    his face all along.


    She then looked at those arrogant ck-clothed men who now bowed their heads obediently - acting


    so docile.


    Did they really think that Frankin was stupid? Sylvia could now confirm one hundred percent that this


    so-called body search was arranged by Mr. Santana himself.


    Justice had been feeling ufortable standing by all along and quickly said politely, "Mr. Maskelyne,


    pleasee inside." He secretly wiped off some sweat from himself.


    The new energy project had always been coordinated between him and MI6 before.


    But suddenly Mr. Santana, the Minister of Civil Affairs intervened.


    This is just too much! And now I have to listen to everything Mr. Santana says!


    Franklin nced coldly at Justice, his icy gaze making Justice''s heart skip a beat. But luckily the gaze


    quickly shifted away.