A thought suddenly appeared in Berkeley's mind that he couldn't believe: "Mr. Moyol, I have a favor and want to ask you for help."

Wang Weiyi looked at him and said, "Please tell me just!"

Berkeley hesitated: "I think you may not know something. A senior official in our government has disappeared."

General Robito's disappearance was regarded as the highest secret by the French government. In addition to looking for General Robito everywhere, the French government announced that the general himself was recuperating because of his physical discomfort. If he told others that the general was kidnapped in full view of the public, it would make the French government a laughing stock.

However, I thought it was absolutely confidential, but Wang Weiyi said lightly: "I think the senior official you are talking about is General Just Robito, right?"

Berkeley was surprised that the secret he thought was worthless in the eyes of "Mr. Moyol".

Wang Weiyi smiled: "In the French government, I also have some friends with very good relationships. Let me tell you, on the day the general disappeared. Let me guess, you probably want me to find the general through Bidler's relationship. Ah, this is completely understandable. No matter what normal channels you use, you can't find General Robito. Then, relying on these gangsters, there may be a glimmer of hope that is not hope..."

Berkeley nodded with a wry smile.

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He found that he seemed to have nothing to hide from this "Mr. Moyol".

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Pippendu shrugged: "I think there are some things I don't know if it's appropriate to say on such occasions... Berkeley, you are the French police chief, but now you are actually looking for a French general through a gangster?"

Berkeley's face turned red with a "sky" moment.

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Indeed, it was very inappropriate to do this, but at this time he had no other way.

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General Robito had no news, as if he had completely disappeared on this earth.

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But now he has to face such heavy pressure every day that he can't even sleep well for an hour.

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Now, he was like he was gambled and putting his hope on a gangster.

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"I think there is nothing wrong with this." Wang Weiyi's words cheered up Berkeley: "Mr. Berkeley, I am happy to do something for you. I will invite Mr. Bidler here. Ah, Mr. Will, is it appropriate to let a gangster come to you?"

Will smiled indifferently: "You can do anything you want to do here..."

Wang Weiyi stood up and walked to the phone.

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At this time, both Rottini, Katlena or Berkeley were even more surprised. It seems that Will Tinglander not only respects "Mr. Moyol", but "Mr. Moyol" can do whatever he wants here.

After a while, Wang Weiyi sat back: "Okay, Mr. Bidle will arrive in about half an hour. Gentlemen, and Ms. Katlena, I think we can take advantage of this time to carefully taste the good wine from Margaux Manor, which is not easy to drink..."

Katlena seemed to be curious about "Mr. Moyol" and kept asking questions. Rottini did not stop her daughter at all. He also wanted to know more about "Mr. Moyol". At this time, Berkeley was not thinking about talking or tasting good wine at all. He was anxiously waiting for Mr. Bidler to appear.

It's funny to think about it. Just like what Mr. Will said, a French police chief actually wanted to ask for help from a gangster.

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If this matter is spread, I am afraid I will become a laughing stock, but as long as I can find General Robito, he will no longer care about these things.

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"What a surprising experience." Rottini said with emotion: "We always think we know the United States very well, but in Mr. Moyol's mouth, the United States is completely unfamiliar to us. Mr. Moyol, if possible, would you like to visit my home tomorrow?"

I thought it was not easy to invite a big shot like "Mr. Moyor", but I didn't expect that Wang Weiyi agreed readily, which made Rottini a little overjoyed.

"Mr. Tinland, Mr. Bidler is here." At this time, the butler's words interrupted them.

The most famous gangsters in Paris appeared here. This was the first time that the Rottini family stood face to face with such a gang leader.

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Bi Dele was about forty years old, and was not as terrible as imagined. Instead, he looked very polite. He did not look at anyone else, but came straight to Wang Weiyi: "Mr. Moyor, your humble servant Bi Dele was waiting for your orders."

Rottini and his daughter and son-in-law gasped, God, Bidle actually called himself that before Mr. Moyor.

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To be continued...