No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 709

The old leader looked very angry, even with a touch of awe in his tone, which made Aston feel incredulous.

The old leader was considered one of the top brass in JWCC, even if in the whole Valenham, there were very few people who existed that made him fearful, so how come he sounded so frightened now?

But what struck Aston as incredible were the words of the old leader.

He's actually delivering tickets now!

Aston felt incredulous and his eyes went wide.

"Leader, what did you say? What tickets? I don’t understand."

Aston couldn't help but say.

The old leader, however, did not want to explain, said directly: "Do not ask so much, you just wait in place, not to mention five minutes, is fifty minutes, an hour, you have to wait."

Cursing, the old leader hung up the phone, leaving Aston alone in his place.

Sensing that something was wrong, Quinn couldn't help but ask Aston.

Aston, however, stood in place, dumbfounded.

At this moment, Leo's mobile phone also rang.

It's still the same old leader on the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Cohen, one more minute, I'll be right there!"

"Don’t worry."

After advice, the old leader hung up the phone.

Leo smiled and took Lydia's hand.

Suddenly, he noticed that Lydia's hands were cold at the moment and her face was flustered.

So Leo said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, the tickets will be delivered soon."

With Leo to comfort her, Lydia settled down.

Quinn sneered, "You are just about the last struggle, after five minutes, if you still don't have tickets, you still have to be thrown out ......"

Before Quinn could finish his sentence, there was a roar of a motor not far away.

A shiny black Mercedes-Benz business car pulled up at the entrance to the Crystal Palace.

The car door opened and an old man with a beard and gray hair in a suit came rushing over.

At the age of sixty, he ran into the Crystal Palace like a 100-metre sprint, leaving the crowd dumbfounded.

"Isn't this Mr. Foster's immediate leader and a member of JWCC, Mr. Cunningham?"

"What's he doing here?"

"......"

The crowd was talking and full of surprise.

"Look guys, what is Mr. Cunningham carrying in his arms?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and the eyes of the crowd noticed Mr. Cunningham's pocket in his arms.

He was seen carrying many invitations and quickly rushing towards Aston's direction.

Aston immediately went up to greet him, "Leader......"

"Go away! Get out of the way!"

Mr. Cunningham, however, pushed him away directly.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of countless people, Mr. Cunningham rushed to Leo and handed out the pile of invitations in his hand.

"Mr. Cohen, here's the invitation you asked for!"

"You can count them!"

Only after saying this did Mr. Cunningham dare to pant for breath.

Still not daring to answer, he just stood in front of Leo, not knowing whether Leo was satisfied or not.

So the crowd watched as Mr. Cunningham, who called the shots and held a high position in JWCC, half-bowed like a child who had made a mistake, waiting for Leo to answer.

Leo took a look at these invitations and suddenly frowned, "Just take three, won't so many be a waste?"

Leo chided.

With a terrified look on his face, Mr. Cunningham said, "You are right, Mr. Cohen."

Leo took out three invitations, then returned the others and said, "What about these extra ones?"

Mr. Cunningham thought about it and saw Emilia beside Leo, who was folding paper planes, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Give your daughter to make paper planes!"

"Well, that's a solid solution."

Leo took Lydia went to Aston and handed over the three invitations.

He looked at the dumbfounded Aston and smiled, "How's that, Mr. Foster, did you wait these few minutes for something meaningful?"

"......"

At these words, everyone in the room was collectively petrified.

Suspecting that something was wrong with his eyes, Aston rubbed them and looked again, only to see that what Leo and Lydia were holding was really an invitation.

The invitation is black in colour, with the usual black diamond inlay around the perimeter.

He did not expect that someone would actually send an invitation to Leo.

The person who gave it to him is still his old leader!

Lydia was holding the invitation and her whole body was in the clouds.

Leo actually got so many invitations, which were priced to sell!

At this moment, Lydia's originally restless heart finally fell.

"How is this possible?"

Quinn and the twin sisters looked so dumbfounded that they couldn't even speak.

This scene of Mr. Cunningham sending an invitation to Leo deeply shook the hearts of Quinn and the twin sisters.

They really wanted this to be a dream and to end quickly.

"Quinn, they seem to have really gotten the invitation."

The twin sisters' faces were full of pallor and they looked at Leo with a mixture of envy and panic.

"Didn't you say that he was just an ordinary live-in son-in-law? How come he got Mr. Cunningham himself to deliver the invitation?"

"Miss Henderson is still the eldest princess of the Henderson family, everything is a fabrication on your part!"

"......"

The surrounding crowd, too, all looked at Quinn and the twin sisters with cold eyes one by one.

Being watched by so many people, the three were about to faint from fear.

Suddenly, Quinn's eyes looked at the invitation in the hand of one of the guests, which was golden, in contrast to the black one in the hand of Lydia of Leo.

Quinn froze for a moment, and then laughed as if he understood something.

"Guys, look at the invitations they're holding, they're not gold, they must be fake!"

"How dare you fool us with a fake invitation?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Aston was the first to rush up and give Quinn a big slap.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Let's go!"

Emilia picked up these paper planes and flew one after another.

The crowd stared in bewilderment at the paper plane, worth more than a suite, flying around in mid-air.

"......"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It was at this moment that they understood anew the definition of 'being rich'.

What is truly wealthy?

Are you rich if you are worth hundreds of millions or billions?

Superficial.

Take something of great value and play with it like a toy and throw it away.

That's real rich.

The sky was full of paper planes flying, but to the eyes of the surrounding crowd, it was dozens of houses flying.

Finally, these houses ......

No, the paper planes, all of them, crashed into the musical fountain.

At this moment, everyone vaguely heard the sound of breaking.

That's the sound of a broken heart.

After flying the paper plane, Leo and Lydia then took Emilia's hand and entered the Crystal Palace, accompanied by Mr. Cunningham.

Quinn and twin sisters stood outside the Crystal Palace lost in thought, their faces full of dullness, as if they had lost one of their souls.

Looking back, they excitedly looked at the paper planes scattered in the musical fountain.

"Quinn, take a look, so many invitations!"

The twin sisters' eyes lit up and Quinn was a little excited.

After weighing their options, they jumped into the musical fountain like their lives depended on it to get the paper planes out of the water.

"Hahahahaha ......"

"So many invitations! Now we can get in too!"

"What a blessing from God!"

The three men walked out of the musical fountain, soaked, holding a pile of invitations in their hands and laughing foolishly.

Having received the invitation, Quinn led twin sisters to the entrance of the Crystal Palace with great enthusiasm and handed the damp, creased invitation to Aston.

"Mr. Foster, we have an invitation too, let us in now!"

Seeing that these three idiots actually dared to appear in front of him, Aston directly slapped one of them in the face and flung it at them.

"Fuck you, didn't you see the rules of the Crystal Palace? It has to be a complete invitation, no creases, dampness or tears!"

"And, how dare you deceive me just now, someone come, beat them! Beat them to death!"

The slap given to him by the old leader was still faintly painful, and Aston was so angry that he simply called for the three of them to be run out.

"Why do you beat us"

"Ah! My shoe, how dare you stinky security guard step off my shoe, I declare, you're done!"

"Ah ...... my eyes, bro, I'm wrong, don't beat my face."

"......"

Within ten minutes, Quinn and the twin sisters were driven out of the Crystal Palace.