This time, the ** will be carried out more thoroughly!

When Baron Alexson said this, all the unhappiness seemed to disappear immediately, replaced by an unspeakable excitement.

Just like the French Grand Prix back then, just like the French Grand Prix back then, you can engrave your name on the inscriptions of history!

Everyone here will become the hero of ** victory!

At this time, Aurangjie also made a decision to temporarily abandon the prejudice between him and Rontes, and strive for the victory of the **!

After **'s victory, perhaps it is the time when he truly competes for power with Rontes.

Aurangie had made such preparations and he also had such awareness, but not everyone thought the same as him. Just like his enemy, Ronters, could not wait to get rid of the enemy in front of him.

He always felt that Aurangie's existence was a great threat to him, and he was far superior to himself in terms of qualifications, theory or practice. His existence always made him feel uncomfortable in sleep and eating.

The Baron originally promised that he would get rid of him with his own hands, but until now the Baron has no intention of taking action. On the contrary, he is still trying his best to reconcile the conflict between them.

This made him feel a little serious dissatisfied.

Of course, he would not dare to vent his dissatisfaction in front of the baron, which would bring him a terrible disaster. So, is there any other way?

Before the great uprising broke out, Rontes was reluctant to continue waiting for a minute.

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In more than a day, Aurange, who had just had a serious conflict with the leader of the "Yetiry Party", had temporarily thrown these unhappiness behind his head. He temporarily put down his fight for power and profit, and put all his focus on the upcoming **.

Every night he would work until late at night, and then he would get up at 6 o'clock and continue to work until 11 o'clock in the afternoon. It was not until this time that he would go out to eat some food in the Italian restaurant next door. This was his unshakable habit.

The same is true today. After he made a new plan, he stretched his waist with satisfaction, stood up from the chair, moved his muscles and bones, and looked at the time, it was 11 o'clock.

I felt a little hungry, Aolangie tidied up her clothes and walked out slowly. Two bodyguards followed one after another, vigilantly monitoring the surroundings. In recent times, so many comrades have been arrested. With Aolangie's identity, they must not fall into the hands of the enemy.

**No more losses are allowed.

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When he walked into the Italian restaurant, facing the arrival of his old customers, the restaurant manager arranged Aurangie in the position he always liked to sit. He didn't even need Aurangie to look at the menu. The manager also knew the preferences of this frequent visitor.

The bodyguards were on another dining table, and they simply ordered a piece of food that could fill their stomachs, and their eyes were still watching everyone in the restaurant without blinking.

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If necessary, they will use their bodies to block Mr. Aurangie anytime, anywhere!

There are already many customers in the restaurant, which is different from before. The restaurant's business will not get better until around 12 o'clock. However, Aurangie did not notice this. Instead, as usual, before the food he wanted was brought to his face, he took a newspaper in his hand and looked at it with concentration.

The damn government has started to deceive its people in the newspapers with lies again.

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Well, the "Yetiri** Party" also needs a newspaper that is completely controlled by itself.

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Yes, this is the mouthpiece of the party and it must not fall into the hands of others.

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Even when eating, Aurangjie's mind was full of things in his own party.

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"Mr. Aurangie!" Suddenly, someone shouted at a nearby dining table, then stood up and walked towards Aurangie.

The two bodyguards stood up quickly and stood in front of the uninvited guest, but the uninvited guest quickly said: "Our dream will always be in our own hands! Mr. Aurangie, I am your admirer!"

Our dreams are always in our own hands.

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When he heard this, Aurangjie couldn't help but smile. This was his speech to the students back then. Ah, this person must be his admirer!

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and asked the two bodyguards to leave, then invited the man to sit in front of him, chatted with him briefly, and signed his name specifically.

The man looked at the signature, then looked at Aurangie carefully: "Are you really Mr. Aurangie?"

"Yes, I am Aurangie." Aurangie smiled satisfiedly. He was not surprised by the question asked by the other party at all. Most people would ask such questions when they met their idols.

"Ah, then today is a lucky day for me..." The man stood up with satisfaction. When he left the Aurangie table, he suddenly said again: "Of course, today is not a lucky day for you!"

Aurangjie soon understood the meaning of this sentence "worshipper".

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All the people around him who were dining suddenly stood up, took out their weapons together, and pointed their guns at Aurangie. His two bodyguards had not even reacted and were subdued by the guns.

The "worshipper" smiled and looked at the stunned Aolange: "Mr. Aolange, I am a secret policeman. You have been arrested for incitement and treason!"

For a moment, Aurangjie felt that the sky had completely collapsed.
To be continued...