Chapter 2607: Edit location

Mandela is a very influential figure in the local area, even Moro cannot easily refuse his request.
After careful consideration, he made a neutral choice, and that is to let Mandela choose the place where the reception will be held in his residence.
In this way, those guests who were rejected can also enter it, and Moro does not need to leave his residence, ensuring his own safety, and he has done both.
"Master, I understand, now I will go over and talk to Mr. Mandela."
"Well, wait a minute, this Mandela is different from others, so I should go there myself."
Moro finally got up and left his room. So far, he found no abnormalities.
On the other side, Moruo arranged his own personnel and guarded outside the airport. He had photos of Xiao Yi in his hand, and he went to check those who appeared from the airport closely.
If you find Xiao Yi's trace, report to him as soon as possible. Don't be careless. Xiao Yi's arrival in this city means that his trouble has come.
The servant pushed open the door, Moro walked out, stepping down the stairs step by step, and that Mandela was waiting for him in the living room downstairs at the moment.
Mandela is in his fifties, wearing a suit, looks extraordinarily delicate, with a bald head and a pair of glasses, but he looks like an engineer.
But Moro knew that this man's methods were extraordinary. On the surface, he was in control of a company and engaged in legal business, but he had been engaged in smuggling activities secretly.
Some of the customs officers in the Mainland have already managed the relationship, so various luxury cars, luxury goods and even drugs are constantly flowing in.
Relying on the smuggling business, Mandela became a rich man in Country D, with assets exceeding 100 billion. He is a legendary figure, so Moro must show up.
"Honorable Mr. Mandela, it is indeed a bit embarrassing to ask you to wait for me here."
"Oh... I finally waited for you. Your servant said that you are in a discomfort. I haven't seen any guests during this period of time. I thought I had to run for nothing today."
Moro slowly walked down the stairs and came to the living room. Mandela could see that Moro was standing here well, and did not say the kind of discomfort.
In fact, Moro didn't have anything. It was just because of his fear that he had to thank the guests behind closed doors. Had it not been for Mandela's arrival, he would not have appeared now.
"Maybe my servant made a mistake in conveying the meaning. I have no physical discomfort. I just want to be alone. Mandela, you sincerely invite me. How can I not come out to see you."
"It turns out that it is. I am still worried about your body here, and I want to help you contact a doctor to have a look."
"Don't worry about that, my health is very good. Just now my servant told me, Mandela, do you plan to hold a reception?"
Mandela nodded, the matter of the reception was settled, and an invitation had been sent to invite some celebrities in the society to participate.
As a big boss in the underground smuggling business, Mandela knows a truth, to have a good relationship with these people, there will be great benefits in the future.
"Yes...I want to hold a meeting. As the boss of the Mafia, I specially invite you to join me."
"Okay Mandela, I didn't attend this reception because I didn't want to leave my residence, but your sincere invitation from Mandela made me have to change my decision."
"What made you decide not to leave the house? It feels like you are afraid of something."
Mandela guessed right now, but Moro would not admit it. He took out a bottle of vintage liquor from the wine cabinet beside the living room.
The servant immediately brought two goblets. Moro opened the cork and poured some into them. He held the glasses and dried them all at once.
After taking a sip of wine, feeling the panic in his heart relieved a lot, Moro stood in front of Mandela and smiled now.
"As the boss of the Mafia, there is no reason why I am afraid, as I said before, I don't want to leave my residence."
Moro forced himself to calm down, and Mandela stopped talking here, anyway, it was Moro's own personal business.
The reason why he invited Moro alone is because Moro is the boss of the Mafia, the two have business dealings, and Moro can be considered a powerful role.
"Then you are tantamount to rejecting my invitation?"
"It's not like that. I plan to ask you Mandela to change the place where it will be held to my house. You see how spacious my house is. I will definitely have fun today."
Moro changed the place where the cocktail party was held and turned it into his own private residence, so he didn't have to refuse Mandela's invitation.
Mandela thought for a while. The invitation to the reception must have made Moro appear, but Moro's vigilant look made it impossible for him to leave his home.
"Well, since this is the case, I have to modify the place where the reception is held, and borrow your house to hold it, but you can't collect rent from me."
"Haha...it certainly won't be. Besides, Mandela is not a person short of money."
Moro laughed and said that after the matter was settled, Moro also needed to make arrangements.
His private residence is very spacious, not to mention that it is to hold a cocktail party, no matter how large the banquet venue is, he needs to arrange manpower to take precautions.
There are more than two hundred people guarding here. By then, Moro can mobilize another two hundred people, and more than four hundred people can guard this place as a railroad. Even Xiao Yi would not choose to appear on this occasion.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon in country D, a jeep was shuttled through the city streets. The temperature was just right. The two people sitting in the car looked at the surrounding environment.
Xiao Yi wears a pair of sunglasses. As the central city of Country D, the prosperity here surpasses that of City H. While being prosperous, it still maintains the original ancient atmosphere.
This is a sacred place for tourism, and it is also a place where the Mafia forces are concentrated, especially the one Moro. People are in this street. Xiao Yi and the others are focusing on finding out the news.
"I don't understand Xiao Yi, why don't you choose a flight from a nearby city instead of this city?"
Thor was sitting in the position of the co-pilot, holding a binoculars, staring ahead and observing. Any movement could not escape his eyes.
"Thor, you should understand that Moro is very smart, he knows what he has done, and I will most likely find him to settle the accounts!"