Dragon Master novel Maximilian novel Chapter 461

"This, this really can't be explained. Maybe he is really good at Kung Fu, like Bruce Lee."

Colletti can't explain Nuron's death, so he can only blame Maximilian and his martial arts.

"So, Connor said that is must be investigated, as it could really exist. Think about it. There are 8,000 people who are even more powerful than Maximilian. What a force they will be when they gather together? Even our BOSS can't afford it!"

When Thompson finished talking angrily, Colletti felt his cold sweats, and thought that he took it too simple.

"I understand. I will arrange my men to find out, and we will definitely find it out."

Finishing the words, Colletti picked up the phone and arranged his men to find out the truth according to what Connor said.

Thompson lowered his eyelids and asked, "Where's Frankie? He should have been sent to the laboratory."

"Yes, but I don't know the details."

"That's fine. Our task is to get blood samples from Maximilian. I am afraid we cannot count on the boxing match. Do you think there is any other way?"

Thompson didn't know how to deal with Maximilian. He was so good at Kung Fu that several men had been defeated by Maximilian. Thompson didn’t want to take the risk. If it was revealed that he ordered it, Maximilian would kill him immediately.

"There are other ways, like honey trap. We can find professionally trained agents and beauties to do this."

Colletti thought it was practical to seduce Maximilian with beautiful women, especially with fair-haired foreign girls, as it would definitely stimulate his desires. As long as he was aroused, he would be taken done in minutes.

"Well, it's a good idea. I don't think the beautiful woman who just hugged Maximilian is his wife. He must be a playboy, too." Thompson nodded and analyzed.

The more he analyzed, the more Thompson thought it was appropriate, as even heroes fell for beauties.

"We’d better find a beautiful woman who is good in Maximilian's eyes. Don't just pick what you think is good-looking. The East and the West have a big difference in beauties."

"I understand. I will choose according to the oriental aesthetics, and there will be professionals to check it."

"Go, arrange it quickly."

Thompson waved goodbye to him as he felt tired. He thought it was an easy task, but now it had a hot potato.

Canaan was driving in the Mercedes, and dared not look aside, because Maximilian's look was cold.

Sitting in the back row, Flora looked at Maximilian with a sad face, "Don't be angry. I just joked with Canaan and asked him to call me Mrs. Lee. I won't do it again."

"Tell me what you think. I always feel you are plotting something against me. What do you like about me? I will change it now." Maximilian said coldly.

"I, I just feel so warm with you. It is like a feeling of being with my father. When my father hugged me in my childhood, I had the feeling of being with you."

Canaan's face swelled red, and he almost burst out laughing, "I just want to say, my master is not a middle-aged man, and you are after a wrong person."

"Mind your own business. When I was a child, my father was as old as Maximilian. My feelings are not wrong at all. My father passed away before I went to elementary school."

Burying her face in her hands, Flora began to cry, and rubbed her eyes with her thumb behind her palm, and tears kept flowing down her eyes.