Governor Bullard of the Violet State is not at home tonight.

He received an invitation to visit the home of his best friend Owen.

This is an unavoidable invitation. Everyone knows that the financial support provided by Mr. Irving is the most important factor for Brad to be able to take the position of governor.

In the United States of Boston, the relationship between Brad and Irving is the closest partnership. Let alone ordinary friends, even if they are husband and wife, the importance of father and son cannot be compared with it.

When his father asks Brad to go back, he doesn't have to go. When his wife calls, he can turn a deaf ear. He can also ignore his daughter's important festival.

But Mr. Owen's formal request was a matter of course, and he must go to the meeting.

Owen's home is not on Goldfinch Island, but on a small artificial island slightly south of Goldfinch Island. As long as you set foot on this island, you will first see a huge sculpture.

The pure white rock with a maximum height of thirteen meters is carved into two heads. The one on the left has an old face, wears a monocle, and a wide-brimmed hat with a hole on his head.

This is Diedrich Nikhil Bocker, a well-known figure of the last century, the father of Violet, and a famous litterateur.

When Dietrich was young, the Violet State had just become famous for its precious metal and gem mines, attracting many workers from across the United States of Boston to come here. Of course, the most active and conspicuous among them were those capital families.

Mr. Dietrich settled in the Violet State for twenty years, experienced everything here, and satirized various strange phenomena in social reality with his pungent writing style, becoming a monument in the history of Boston literature.

It is a pity that this figure who is now remembered every year had a miserable old age in his own time, leaving almost no legacy or heirs.

The current Dietrich Group actually has no blood relationship with this celebrity.

It is rumored that this name was only used to commemorate the group's helmsman, Owen, who had a friendship with Mr. Diedrich when he was young and deeply admired him.

This white sculpture, the middle-aged man's head on the right with a smiling face, full cheeks and a broad forehead, was originally carved according to the fifty-year-old Irving.

But Brad knew better.

This name and this sculpture are basically Owen's mockery of the father of the violet.

When he was young, he did have an exchange with the writer, but it was by no means a pleasant memory that warranted such revenge.

That literary giant who has been dead for more than sixty years, his name will always be entangled with the stance he hated most during his lifetime, becoming the label of capital, and even the glory of capital. As long as this group exists for one day, Dietrich's name will be

Everything you do will inevitably be misinterpreted and ignored by later generations.

'If Mr. Dietrich saw that he had left such a reputation in hell, he would surely burst into tears.'

Brad took a look at the sculpture, stepped onto the tree-lined path to the right of the sculpture, and was received by the security personnel before entering Irving's manor.

The two bodyguards followed Brad silently, but not far out, their attention was attracted by a fleeting black shadow in the forest.

Brad turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two bodyguards did not elaborate: "It's just a rabbit, nothing."

In a corner of the jungle, a rabbit with swollen muscles was running away with blood oozing from its hind legs.

It is very fast. As long as it kicks on the tree trunk with one hind leg, it can fly out like an arrow without landing on the ground during the whole process.

If calculated in terms of straight-line distance, the distance it had fled would have been enough to cross the entire island, but its escape could not be a straight line.

Something terrible is chasing it.

It kept changing directions, and when it jumped up from the tree trunk again, finally, its eyes reflected the ripples of the sea, and hot tears overflowed from its eyes.

But the next moment, black filled its field of vision, cutting off the sea.

Gu Ming

Brad came to several small buildings.

There are uneven pavilions, sharp roofs, and a huge clock that has an unknown purpose and is hung on the side of the wall. The hands never move.

It is a decoration style that has been popular in Europe for a while. It was originally a look that was favored by artists who pursue gloomy and dark colors, but it happened to be all matched and piled up with warm colors.

It shows a kind of false warmth like a joke.

Owen sat down the corridor waiting for him.

"Brad, come on, come on."

The energetic old man wore a brown vest over his white shirt. He was holding a pipe in his hand and waving with a smile, "My tea has been cold three times in order to wait for you."

"I was too rude and didn't arrange my time well." Brad sat opposite the old man, looked around and said, "Mr. Owen called me over late at night and didn't invite anyone else. Is there anything that can be used for me?"

Place?"

Irving shook his head and said: "No, I was just in the mood today and wanted to find someone to watch a fighting match with me. I knocked on the phone book and picked your name, didn't I?"

Brad felt a little relieved and said with a smile: "So that's it. Is No. 3 going to play again tonight? It hasn't had an opponent for a long time, right?"

"Yes, its opponent today is also a good little thing. Who will be the winner may not be a 100% thing."

Owen clapped his hands and said, "Let No. 3 come up."

Someone nearby blew a whistle, and soon, a huge figure flew from the forest.

The height of the creature was nearly three meters, but it fell silently. The length of its arms was almost equal to its entire height, especially the enlarged fists at the end of its arms, which were much larger than its own head.

When it came to the square and reached a place where it could be illuminated by lights, you could see that its soft hair was shining under the reflector. It was a silverback gorilla with a huge number, "3", branded on its chest.

At this moment, this silverback gorilla is holding a rabbit in its hand.

The rabbit with short, stiff hair and very obvious muscle lines was making a series of sounds in fear and struggling continuously.

When its eyes turned around, they revealed a humanized plea, as if it had intelligence beyond that of animals.

But the next moment, it was swallowed by the silverback orangutan.

The silverback gorilla's eyes also showed a proud light, he beat his chest and looked at Owen.

Owen nodded slightly, and the silverback roared again as if he had received a reward.

At this time, the servant led a big yellow-haired dog to the square on a thick chain.

This is another participant in today's fight.

Brad smiled, watching all this expectantly, but feeling a little bored. He knew that these animals were cultivated by combining the genes of fighters with the embryos of wild beasts. They had intelligence beyond that of ordinary wild beasts, and they also mastered fighting skills.

Family inheritance.

When he saw this kind of creature for the first time, he was more than surprised, he was simply afraid. However, no matter how novel the thing is, after looking at it for a long time, the fear will turn into numbness and even a little disgust.

In his opinion, wouldn't it be more interesting to attend a party of tamed beauties when he has this free time?

Recently, there is a new trend in their circle, disguising one's identity, seducing some young and beautiful ladies like a boy with no wealth, and then sharing them with everyone after training them.

Brad felt a little envious in his heart, but unfortunately he didn't have so much time and could only watch a boring fight here.

Only Owen was still enjoying it, looking at the two creatures who were about to start a bloody fight in such a kind way, with the eyes of a pet.
Chapter completed!