Chapter 2607 Modify Location

Mandela is a very influential figure in the local area, and even Moro could not easily refuse his request.

After weighing it over and over again, he made a neutral choice, that is, to let Mandela choose his residence as the place for the cocktail party.

In this way, those guests who were rejected can also enter, and Moro does not need to leave his residence, ensuring his own safety, and both aspects are achieved.

"Master, I understand, now I will go and tell Mr. Mandela."

"Okay, wait a moment, this Mandela is different from others, I'd better go there myself."

Moro finally got up and left his room, and so far no abnormalities have been found.

On the other side, Moro arranged his own people to guard outside the airport. He had Xiao Yi's photo information in his hand and carefully checked those who appeared from the airport.

If Xiao Yi's trace is found, report to him as soon as possible, and don't be careless. Xiao Yi's arrival in this city means that his troubles are coming.

The servant pushed open the door, and Moro came out, stepping down the stairs step by step. That Mandela was waiting for his arrival in the living room downstairs.

Mandela was in his fifties, wearing a suit, looking particularly refined. He had a bald head and a pair of glasses, and looked a bit like an engineer.

But Moro knew that this man had unusual means. On the surface, he controlled a company and did legal business, but secretly he had been engaged in smuggling activities.

He had already arranged relationships with some customs personnel in the mainland, so all kinds of luxury cars, luxury goods and even drugs flowed in continuously.

Mandela became a wealthy man in Country D through the smuggling business, with assets exceeding 100 billion. He was a legendary figure, so Moro had to show up.

"Respected Mr. Mandela, I am really embarrassed to ask you to wait for me here."

"Oh... I finally waited for you. Your servant said that you were not feeling well and you didn't see guests recently. I thought I had made a wasted trip today."

Moro slowly walked down the stairs and came to the living room. Mandela could see that Moro was standing here in good condition, without the discomfort he said.

In fact, Moro had nothing wrong. He just had to close the door to visitors because of his fear. If it weren't for Mandela's arrival, he wouldn't have shown up now.

"Maybe my servant made a mistake in conveying the meaning. I'm not feeling unwell. I just want to be alone. Mandela, you sincerely invited me. How can I not come out to see you?"

"So that's the case. I'm still worried about your health. I'm thinking about contacting a doctor for you."

"Don't worry about that. I'm in good health. My servant just told me, Mandela, you're going to hold a cocktail party, right?"

Mandela nodded. The cocktail party was decided, and invitations had been sent to some celebrities in society to attend.

As a big boss in the underground smuggling business, Mandela knew that it would be of great benefit in the future to have a good relationship with these people.

"Yes... I am going to hold a party. As the boss of the mafia, I specially invite you to come and join me."

"Okay, Mandela, I originally didn't want to attend this cocktail party because I didn't want to leave my home, but your sincere invitation made me change my mind."

"What made you decide not to leave home? It feels like you are afraid of something."

Mandela guessed it at this moment, but Moro would not admit it. He took out a bottle of aged white wine from the wine cabinet next to the living room.

The servant immediately brought two high-foot glasses. Moro opened the cork and poured some into each of them. He held the wine glass and drank it in one breath.

After taking a sip of wine, he felt that the panic in his heart was relieved a lot. Moro stood in front of Mandela and laughed at this moment.

"As the boss of the mafia, how can I be afraid? I have said before that I just don't want to leave my home."

Moro forced himself to calm down, and Mandela didn't continue to talk here. Anyway, this is Moro's own private matter.

The reason why he invited Moro alone was because Moro was the boss of the mafia, and the two families had business dealings, and Moro was also a powerful figure.

"So you are refusing my invitation, right?"

"That's not the case. I plan to ask you, Mandela, to change the venue of the party to my residence. You see how big and spacious my residence is. You will have a lot of fun today."

Moro changed the venue of the cocktail party to his own private residence, so that he didn't have to refuse Mandela's invitation.

Mandela thought about it. Moro must be invited to the cocktail party, but Moro's vigilant look made it seem impossible for him to leave his home.

"Well, if that's the case, I have to change the venue of the cocktail party and borrow your residence to hold it, but you can't charge me for rent."

"Haha... This is definitely not going to happen. Besides, you, Mandela, are not a person who lacks money."

Moro said with a smile. After deciding on this matter, Moro also needs to make some arrangements.

His private residence is very spacious. Not to mention holding a cocktail party, a large banquet venue is enough. He needs to arrange manpower to do a good job of defense.

There are more than 200 people guarding here. Moro can mobilize another 200 people at that time. More than 400 people can guard this place like an iron road. Even Xiao Yi would not choose to appear in such an occasion.

At more than four o'clock in the afternoon of Country D, a jeep shuttled through the city streets. The temperature was just right. The two people sitting in the car looked at the surrounding environment.

Xiao Yi wore a pair of sunglasses. As the central city of Country D, the prosperity here exceeded that of H City. While prosperous, it also maintained the original ancient atmosphere.

This is a tourist holy place, and it is also the location where the mafia forces are concentrated. Especially that Moro, who is on this street. Xiao Yi and his team's focus is to find out the news.

"Xiao Yi, I don't understand, why don't you choose to fly in this city, but choose a flight to a nearby city?"

Thor sat in the co-pilot's seat, holding a telescope, staring at the front and observing. Any movement could not escape his eyes.

"Thor, you should understand that Moruo is a smart man. He knows what he has done. I will most likely go after him!"