Chapter 1181: reconciliation

"Are there guests?" Lance looked at Zhen Fan and then at the door. There was no movement at the door and no one knocked on the door. So he cast a skeptical eye on Zhen Fan.
"Be patient, Lance!" Zhen Fan nodded and tapped the armrest of the seat. Even Helena shook her head and smiled, seeming to be laughing at Zhen Fan and Lance.
"True!" There was a crisp knock on the door.
Lance jumped suddenly, like a wind-up, jumped up from his seat abruptly, then walked to the door, looked outside through the cat's eyes, and stood outside the door two sturdy men in black suits. Big man. This shocked Lance, and turned back to Zhen Fan and said: "Two men in black suits look very vicious. If we have guns, we will be done. I said, why is the Modine family? Will you let it go? It seems that they didn't give up to deal with us at all. It's damn, Zhen, can we jump out of the window? Use the sheets, just like in the movie!"
"No, no, Lance, we don't have to do anything, now... open the door, they are here to find me!" Zhen Fan stood up and said to Lance.
"Okay, I hope you are right. If you are wrong, we will all be shot!" He opened the door abruptly, then dodged and hid behind the door subconsciously.
Two sturdy men in black suits stood at the door. They let the door open. A white-haired old man stood at the door and walked in slowly. There was an old man behind him, this man. Zhen Fan knows the one who talked to him last night.
"It's nice to meet you! You must be Fan Zhen. Your characteristics are obvious. It's easy to recognize!" The old man didn't feel a bit old-fashioned, but was full of energy. He walked quickly to Zhen Fan. He stretched out his hand and smiled, "Is it impolite to do this? I came here without saying hello!"
Zhen Fan shook his hand gently, nodded, and smiled: "Yes, it's really impolite." After he finished speaking, he hurriedly sat on the sofa chair, and did not ask the old man to sit down.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Diocletian Moore. This is my name. The man behind me is Jason Moore, my very loyal partner. Jason Moore. He was originally named Jason. Brill’s, but... he followed me for too long, and he almost forgot his surname, thinking he was a member of the Moore family. So... I called him Jason Moore. I like this name very much. !"
The old man said it to himself, and then he sat down without waiting for someone to greet him. Lance winked at Zhen Fan from the side, the expression on his face was strange, and his heart was extremely horrified. Because the person in front of him is the man in power in the legendary Moore family. And he actually came in person, God, Zhen is the one who arrested one of the heirs of their family. Modine, is this for revenge?
Zhen Fan didn't seem to see him blink. Still looking at the old man in a very casual manner, the old man who claimed to be the head of the Moore family.
"Zhen!" Helena put her hand on Zhen Fan's. Looking at him worriedly. She was also surprised in her heart, shocked at the arrival of this old man, and also shocked at Zhen Fan's attitude towards this old man. She worried that these people would be disadvantageous to Zhen Fan.
Zhen Fan patted her hand, then smiled at her to signal her to be relieved. Then I looked at Diocletian. Moore said, "I know what you're here for, tell me, how do you plan to reconcile with me?" Zhen Fan spoke slowly, completely not taking the old man to his heart.
"Yes, you are very smart, you know what I mean, yes, I want to reconcile with you!" Diocletian nodded, then smiled at Zhen Fan, "I know you are amazing, so I want to reconcile with you, this is the main reason why I am here. So... would you like to reconcile with us?"
In this case, the posture is very low.
But this is also the way for the Moore family to survive. In front of the strong, they will show their weakness and behave with their tails clipped. In front of the weak, they will show their strong side. It's just to show weakness in front of the strong. This practice has not been done in the Modine family for many years.
"I arrested your grandson, Grison Modine, do you still want to reconcile with me for this?" Zhen Fan held his hands on his chest, looking at Di Kerry with a provocative taste!
"Why not?" Dickery looked at him, walked over, and sat across from Zhen Fan, "If you agree, I will give you a villa on Palm Tree Beach, and even...we can be neighbors."
Lance blinked, he was very worried, very worried that Zhen Fan annoyed the old guy, and then the black suits outside came in with muffler pistols or submachine guns and shot them randomly.
"No, I like Zongtong Beach, but I don't like staying in the villa that was given away." Zhen Fan stood up and walked to the face of Diocletian who was sitting across from him, a little condescending, "So... I accept your settlement proposal. And I have one more question for you!"
"Doubt? You mean why did we call Greyson?"
"No, that's a small question, it's a choice you made for your benefit." Zhen Fan said, shaking his head, "You may not want to answer my question, but I still look forward to it!"
Sure enough, after Zhen Fan said this, Diocletian hesitated a lot, and he no longer looked as generous or open-minded as when he came in just now.
"You all go out!" Diocletian gestured to the bodyguards in black clothes.
Zhen Fan also looked at Lance and Helena, and smiled apologetically, "Can you wait for me in my room? I want to talk to this Mr. Moding."
"Okay, okay, try to talk as much as possible, I think reconciliation is also a good idea, and... he doesn't mind you arresting his grandson, this is a rare good idea!" Lance danced. Said a few words to Zhen Fan, and then unwillingly walked with Helena towards the room where Zhen Fan stayed.
"This is..." Zhen Fan looked at Jason who was still in the room. Moore, looked at Diocletian again, shrugged his shoulders, it was obvious why Jason was still here.
"He is the person closest to me, if you don't mind..." Diocletian said to Zhen Fan, "I never hide anything from him, so... don't think about it."
"Of course I don't mind, because this involves your family's secrets!"
"I know, you want to know why our family all have supernatural powers, and they are inherited, right?" Dioclet smiled and looked at Zhen Fan, his face slowly immersed, he took a deep breath. He said, "Actually... if I tell you, I don't know, would you believe it?"
"Believe!" Zhen Fan nodded, "I know your abilities. I can't do anything about you, so hiding it will not do you any good, but it will offend me. You are a smart man, Mr. Moore."
"Yes, in the face of the natural law of the weak and the strong, all families must succumb in the face of strength. You have this strength, but... it is not the object we like to deal with." Dikler said with some emotion, "Me too. I want to figure out the reasons for us, but after more than a hundred years, many things have been lost, including some very hidden things in the family, so... If you want to figure out this problem, then count me, I plan partnership!"
"Very funny!" Zhen Fan laughed dryly.
"No, this is not a joke!" Dioclete looked at Zhen Fan with some seriousness, "I really want to figure out the reason. We sometimes live in the dark for a long time. We rely on these special abilities to grab wealth. , But we have to hide these abilities in the dark. If we can choose, I would rather my family members do not have such abilities. This will cultivate them to rely on this ability to do what they want to do !"
"Is this not good?" Zhen Fan shrugged, "This way it is easier to grab wealth, and it can strengthen your family's power. It will do two things with one stone."
"But... this will also expose our family to the world, and it will be a jealous ability, so what we will face is not integrated into our society and country. We must keep a low profile. In order to survive, but now this state is gradually lost, especially the younger generation, they will be killed by their special abilities sooner or later." Diocleti smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Well, we can only talk about this!" Zhen Fan nodded, walked slowly to the door, and then opened the door. This is the rhythm to catch people. In Miami, perhaps only Zhen Fan is the only person who treats Diocletian like this. But Diocleti was not angry. Instead, she smiled slowly, got up slowly, and walked to the door. He just stopped and turned to look at Zhen Fan: "Will there be a reconciliation between us? Aftereffects?"
"No, I promise!" Zhen Fan nodded and made a gesture of please go out.
"Goodbye, Zhen, you are an interesting person!"
"You too!"
Diocletian smiled~EbookFREE.me~ nodded and walked out of the room, Jason. Modine followed him closely, and then he heard the "click" of Zhen Fan closing the door.
"You are still too kind to him!" Jason walked behind and said.
"Are you polite?" Dickery smiled. "I don't think it's polite at all. On the contrary, it's a good way to promote friendship, isn't it? Tell William, try to let the prisoner Grison pass Get comfortable. After all, he is still my grandson and one of the heirs of the Modine family!"
"I will do it!" Jason nodded, and the group quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After there was no more sound, the door to Zhen Fan's room opened. Lance poked her head out and looked at both sides. There was really no one. He went out quickly, followed by Helena, and two people entered. Arrived in the room where Zhen Fan was.
"Zhen, I think I admire you a bit!" Helena said with a smile.
"I admire it very much!" Lance also said. (To be continued...)