Roy has never been as energetic as at this moment. His eyes were so bright that it was scary, and the sides of his face were filled with strange flush. In his excitement, Roy kept saying to himself: "That's right, that's it! I am not alone, and my existence is not just for myself, I have them!"

Everyone and every life have a reason to survive. Whether it is for the instinct of survival or for others, they always have an idea in their hearts that supports their will. Even if the meaning of some of their existence is simply forced by others, no matter what, this is also a kind of support, right?

This is what Roy is now. Inspired by unknown forces, his mind is revived, and his reason returns again. Whether it is escape or deception, Roy now has at least one goal of existence, that is, to leave this world and find the first world he was born. If possible, he wants to meet his family again!

Roy, who had made up his attention, was no longer willing to waste time. He stood up and walked out of the living room. After opening the door, he ordered to the group of people waiting anxiously outside the door: "Prepare a piece of food for me, and send someone to arrange a plane. I will go to the United States this afternoon!"

The head of the Bosleon family in Japan has never been as pious as it is now. Every word Roy said is like a natural sound in his ears. Since he heard the news two days ago, he rushed here from Tokyo and was turned away by Roy, he was exhausted, and almost died in just two days.

If the contemporary owner of the Bosleon family accidentally had something wrong, then the person in charge of Japan could consider committing suicide directly. At least because of his service to the family for so many years, the family should not implicate his family... right?

Unfortunately, he was not sure about this speculation. During the two days and nights, he had the idea of ​​notifying the housekeeper Laird countless times, but in the end he hesitated again. What if the Marquis was in a bad mood for a moment? Then wouldn’t he have left a bad impression on the Marquis’ heart?

This is a big gamble. If he loses the bet, he will not only have nothing, but he will also die miserably; but what if he wins the bet? Then he will leave an extraordinary impression in the heart of the Marquis. This impression may not necessarily make him become successful immediately, but the Marquis is destined to have someone like him in his heart!

During countless wanderings and praying every moment, the person in charge waited for the result he had dreamed of, and Roy came out of the room and gave new instructions.

But he was going to leave and go to the United States? The excitement in the heart of the person in charge lasted less than a second, and then he fell into loss again.

Roy glanced at the absent-minded person in charge in dissatisfaction, couldn't help but raise his voice and snorted coldly: "Why are you still standing there?"

The person in charge who came back to his senses nodded quickly, looked at the closed door and felt bitter in his heart. Then he calmed down and arranged it directly according to Roy's order.

In the room, Roy picked up the satellite phone and dialed it directly. After the phone was connected, he directly ordered: "Lyard, inform Moriarty that I want him to gather all the members of the Knights of the Night and go with me in the United States for two days!"

Unexpectedly, the Butler Laird, who had heard such an order, was shocked and asked quickly: "Marquis, is it wrong for you to summon the Knights of the Night to the United States so hasty? Those CIA men will not welcome us!"

"Let all those bedbugs die!"

Roy said without hesitation: "This is my order, Lyerde. I will order you as the master of the family and follow my instructions!"

"It's Lord Marquis, your will!"

"And Laird, I remember that in order to curb the westward advance of the Warsaw Pact, the family secretly supported several agents in Afghanistan, right?"

"Yes, Lord Marquis, until today, the family has never given up their secret support for those people!"

"Contact our insider Laird, no matter how expensive it is, I want them to find..."

Throwing the satellite phone aside, Roy kept walking back and forth in the room. He had a premonition that this trip to the United States might not be too smooth. It was the faint intuition that made Roy make up his mind that in order to leave this world and to get rid of the fate of ultimate demise, he would no longer care about anything else!

The doorbell ringing in the room woke Roy from his contemplation. He came to the door and opened the door, saying to the waiter pushing the dining cart and the leading Japanese leader: "Come in."

Several people came in and accidentally saw a figure on the side of the corridor. Roy, who was in a flash of inspiration in his heart, said to the person in charge standing beside him: "Who is that? Yamamura Koji? Call him in!"

Hiroji Yamamura, who was leaning against the wall outside the door, was startled by the summoning, and then he felt happy. With his companion's envious eyes, he quickly cleaned up his face and then walked into the room with joy.

The owner of the dining table was sitting in the eight-person seat. Looking at the waiter who was busy, Roy nodded to the coming Hiroji Yamamura, and then asked while eating: "Mr. Hiroji Yamamura, I remember you said before that you have good racing skills and should be the second place, right?"

When Yamamura Koji, who was standing next to him, was confused when he heard this, nodded in confusion and said, "Yes, the first one is a driver named Fujiwara Takukai. He is the well-deserved car god of Akimeyama!"

Roy took a sip of red wine and swallowed the food in his mouth completely before nodding and said, "I'm going to see this person at noon today, Koji Yamamura, go and arrange it!"

Yamamura Koji was a little at a loss. He couldn't understand why Roy wanted to see Takumi Fujiwara. When he thought of Takumi Fujiwara's seemingly modest and low-key but actually proud and conceited, Koji Yamamura had to harden his head and said: "Sir, Takumi Fujiwara is stubborn and arrogant. Generally speaking, he will not easily agree to others!

If you need a racing expert, I also know someone named Ryosuke Takahashi..."

"Mr. Koji Yamamura!"

Roy interrupted Yamamura without hesitation, put down the knife and fork in his hand, pulled the napkin on his chest, wiped his mouth and threw it aside, looked up at Yamamura's eyes and said, "I want you to find that Fujiwara Takumi and bring him to me at noon today!"

Looking at the watch on his left hand, Roy said expressionlessly: "You have three hours left. If you need any help, Jenest, you can arrange it! Okay, you can go out!"

Yamamura Koji's face turned pale. He wanted to muster up the courage to refuse Roy, but just looked up at the cold eyes of his own boss. His pitiful courage quickly dissipated like the ice and snow under the scorching sun. Finally, Yamamura Koji lowered his head and left the room in a trembling state.

Just as General Koji Yamamura left the room, Roy behind him seemed to think of something and said, "By the way, and the Ryosuke Takahashi you just mentioned, bring him here together!"

After the staggering footsteps of Koji Yamamura left, Roy said to the person in charge beside him: "Jenest, send someone to follow this guy. No matter what method you use, I will see those two people at noon this day!"

"It's Lord Marquis, your will!"

The person in charge on the side quickly responded. Although the person in charge also did not know why Roy wanted to meet the two, he understood his identity very well and even more so who gave everything to him.

After the others left the room one after another, Roy, who was full of wine and food, stood up and sat down in the living room. He ordered Koji Yamamura to find Fujiwara Takukai and Takahashi Ryosuke to find him. It was not a sudden idea, but Roy's intuition to warn him.

After confirming his own existence, I don’t know if it was because of the unexpected joy brought by the enlightenment of thoughts. Anyway, Roy’s intuition became extremely keen overnight, and he could always have a rough awareness of some people and things that were related to him.

And Koji Yamamura is the goal brought by this intuition. In general, Roy vaguely realized that the people around Koji Yamamura are crucial to his future self. Unfortunately, he could not find who this person was. He could only judge this person through Koji Yamamura's profession. This person is also a racing master.

Near noon, more than two hours later, a high school student in school uniform and a young man in disheveled clothes and looked a little embarrassed were taken to Roy by a group of people, and behind these two were Koji Yamamura with a trace of blood on his lips.

Looking up and scanning the two of them, Roy pointed to the sofa opposite and said, "Sit down."

The high school student looked at the crowd around him in fear and sat opposite him as he said; while the young man looked at Roy with dissatisfaction, gritted his teeth in anger, "Do you know who I am? You dare to kidnap me!"

Hearing this, Roy rolled his eyes speechlessly, and he was tied up. Whoever cares about who you are! Although he despises this kind of brain-sucking behavior in his heart, for the sake of the other party helping him, Roy lets him be arrogant for the time being.

Ignoring the fierce gaze of the Nian Qiang man, Roy leaned against the sofa and asked softly: "Who are Fujiwara Takumi?"

The high school student sitting on the sofa subconsciously shivered, which also made Roy know his name. After carefully examining Takukai Fujiwara, Roy couldn't help frowning: A high school student turned out to be Akimayama's Cheji God. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed such a ridiculous scene no matter what.

In comparison, Ryosuke Takahashi looks a little more reliable. Although he looks a little unfriendly at this time, young people will always face reality!

Roy, who made the decision in his heart, looked at the two of them and said, "I asked you two to come today because I have something to ask for. I need you to provide me with some help."

"Ha, this is the first time I've seen this way of asking for help!"

Ryosuke Takahashi sarcastically said: "If your sincerity is this attitude, you will imagine that I will provide you with any help!"

Roy was not angry when he heard this. He chuckled and looked at Takahashi Ryosuke and said, "Mr. Takahashi, don't worry, listen to my conditions first."

After saying that, Roy ignored Takahashi Ryosuke with a ugly face and said directly: "I am going to the United States this afternoon, and I hope you will accompany me at that time. As for what you need to do after you arrive in the United States, don't worry, except racing, you don't need to worry about anything else."

Fujiwara Takukai was shocked. After looking at Ryosuke Takahashi, who was also shocked, he looked at Roy who was not a fake. He realized that the other party was not a joke and felt panic in his heart. No matter how coquettish Fujiwara Takukai was in the racing car, he was actually just a high school student who was still in school. He rarely left the Akimeyama area on weekdays, let alone leaving Japan to the United States.

Roy continued, "Of course, I have never been willing to force others to do anything. If the two agree, Jenest?"

The person in charge who stood on the side took a step forward, opened the two long-written checks to the two of them and returned them. Roy followed and said, "This is your reward. As long as you agree, no matter whether you help me or not, all of this money will be yours!"

Ryosuke Takahashi didn't even look at the check on the table. He looked at Roy with sarcasm and laughed in a casual tone: "Mr. Foreigner, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you want me to help you, but I need to tell you one thing, I, Ryosuke Takahashi, the heir of the Takahashi family in Gunma Prefecture, do you think I will trample on my dignity for your mere money?"

Unlike the native Ryosuke Takahashi, who was just an ordinary person, Takumi Fujiwara, when he picked up the check and saw the numbers on it, his eyes were straightened. He counted the few zeros on it again. He put down the check dizzyly and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "One, ten million yen!!"

No wonder Takukai Fujiwara seemed a little embarrassed. He thought that he, an ordinary high school student, had never seen such a huge amount of money. Don’t talk about him anymore. Even adults would be shocked and jumped three feet high when they saw it. Don’t forget that this is Japan in 1999!

Ryosuke Takahashi was shocked when he heard this number. In his expectation, Roy only counted one million yen. After all, neither of them was a well-known racer. As for the fact that they were the best car gods in Akimeyama, it was just that friends and colleagues kept their doors and praised each other.

The person in charge of Fujiwara Takuhi dialect also chuckled. In the other party's puzzled gaze, he explained with a smile: "Mr. Fujiwara probably read it wrong. The check is not written in the Japanese yen, but the British pound!"

The person in charge said that the two of them were breathing subconsciously. They picked up the check in disbelief, looked at the unit above, and then put the check down in horror.

Especially Ryosuke Takahashi, his heart was rolling like a storm at this moment. The young man who had a lot of power in Gunma Prefecture finally realized the seriousness of the problem. Will a man who casually gave out 20 million pounds care about the subsequent revenge of the Takahashi family?

In other words, does the Takahashi family dare to offend such an existence? Ryosuke Takahashi didn't know, and he was unwilling to continue thinking.

Seeing Ryosuke Takahashi's face changing as if he was changing his face, Roy could probably guess a little bit about his changes in his heart at this time. Compared to others, Ryosuke Takahashi's starting point was a little higher, so he understood more thoroughly than ordinary people and understood the powerful relationship more!
Chapter completed!