Louise''s persuasion and the occasional glances of the people around him made durin understand that the "formation" this evening would stop here and there would be nothing more in-depth.


    This made him a little boring. I thought there would be some other things, which was too monotonous.


    Instead of answering Louise immediately, he drank up the little wine in the glass at one go and put it back on the tea table.


    Louise realized something and immediately smiled and took the wine bottle to renew it for him. As soon as her hand picked up the wine bottle, Turin had raised her hand and pressed it on the mouth of the cup to stop her next action. "Yes, your highness, I''ve been very clear. I''m very grateful for your favor, but I can''t promise him..."


    He looked at the accompanying guests who had stopped around. Just as he was about to say he was going to leave, these people began to persuade again.


    They didn''t say anything tough. They were all soft words. For a time, Du Lin was very annoyed. He stood up and walked towards the door regardless of their soft and hard bubbles.


    But just then sol, a little pale, appeared in the room again.


    There are still many drops of water on his hair and face. Even if there is still a distance of seven or eight meters between him and Turin, Turin can vaguely smell some fishy and sour smell.


    He kept his eyes on Turin, took a few steps forward, and then fell on his knees.


    "Mr. durin, if you misunderstand your highness because I accidentally offended you just now, I would like to apologize to you and clarify to you that all this has nothing to do with your Highness the great prince. If I am responsible, it is also my own responsibility."


    "I drank some wine, said something I shouldn''t say and did something I shouldn''t do. I apologize, but I also hope you can give good consideration to this invitation, which is very important to you, to the Baath party, to his Highness the great prince and to all of us."


    "If you are willing to consider this invitation, I am willing to leave the imperial capital and never appear in front of you."


    He knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly. He was tortured by a large glass of liquor just now.


    Fortunately, he is more or less a knowledgeable person and knows some common knowledge. He filled his stomach with tap water and hand sanitizer and vomited back and forth several times. Finally, he basically completely vomited out the alcohol accumulated in his stomach.


    This is a terrible crime. There are injuries caused by alcohol and repeated vomiting. He can support his body here and kneel down. He has exhausted his strength.


    Louise and others, who originally looked down on sol, had two emotions in their eyes. Dufo also came this way. Sol held Turin''s thigh and looked up at him, "please forgive me. If you don''t forgive me, I won''t let go..."


    Well, the rogue means of several things have been used, and he is in a hurry.


    It works for some people, but it doesn''t work for people like Dooling... To be honest.


    He dragged his heavy left leg to a place less than one meter away from the bar, reached out and took a square wine bottle on the bar in his hand. He stopped talking about loose nonsense and hit him directly on the head.


    There was a dull thud, the quality of the wine bottle was very good, Sol''s skull was also very hard, and he held Turin''s thigh tightly without the slightest intention of loosening it.


    Doolin continued to swing the bottle and hit him on the head, Dong... Dong... Dong... Bang!


    It seems that durin''s "barbarism" aroused Sol''s blood. He just didn''t let go, even if he was bleeding all over his face.


    The onlookers finally woke up. Looking at the broken glass on the ground and sol whose face was red with blood, they hurried to fight.


    When have these celebrities in the upper class seen such a cruel picture?


    Even if some of them may have blood on their hands, they haven''t seen such a scene with their own eyes. Du Lin took a handkerchief from Du Buddha''s hand, wiped his hand, took out the pistol in his arms and put it on Sol''s head.


    At the moment when the gun was taken out, everyone stopped talking. Suddenly, sol was slightly surprised by the quiet environment. He looked up. In his confusion, a cool feeling rose from the eye ditch and pulled it directly to the tip of his hair along his spine.


    Everyone else had a moment''s pause, but Du Lin wouldn''t stop, "call the police and say I was attacked and forced to fight back in self-defense..."


    At the moment when this sentence came out, sol was not confused. The shattered brain returned to its original position. He had loosened his strength, but in his eyes, Turin''s fingers on the trigger were also tightening!


    This is... To "kill in self-defense" openly. How can he be arrogant to this extent?


    Isn''t he afraid of so many witnesses present?


    Seeing that sol was about to end his life journey, the door inside suddenly opened. The prince shouted "misunderstanding" as he walked out!


    Turin glanced at him. Sol took the opportunity to loosen his hand and retreat some distance. The Grand Prince lined up the crowd and came in. He glanced at sol and looked at Turin, who had no expression. He sighed heavily, "it''s all misunderstanding..." he sighed again and shook his head, "Doolin, I''m very sorry that I didn''t entertain you well today. If I have a chance, I will make up for these mistakes, you see..."


    Du Lin put the gun back into the holster. He patted his trouser legs. Some blood stains had seeped in, and then grinned. "Since your highness said it was a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding. I have something else to do. I''ll leave first."


    The prince nodded, "Louise, help me send Mr. durin..."


    After seeing Dooling off, he picked sol up, took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood on his face, and then pressed it on the two wounds on his head.


    What Saul wanted to say, but the Grand Prince didn''t give him a chance, "I know what you think. Only I''m sorry for you, but I''m sorry for me without you!"


    Somehow, sol suddenly felt a little like crying.