Chapter: 6765

However, when they heard Leaf Chen mention that Steve was from the Rockefeller family, both men felt a chill run down their spines.

If it's really Steve Rosenthal, then he should be the future successor of the Rockefeller family, after all.

These two people couldn't understand why Leaf Chen, a completely unknown person from China, would suddenly become so familiar with someone like Steve.

Fei Ke Xin was just being too polite and respectful as usual, even Steve himself could be called by his first name over the phone. This was indeed a bit beyond what they were used to.

At this moment, Steve on the other end of the phone heard Leaf Chen mention something about that island and quickly cleared up any misunderstandings, saying, "Mr. Leaf, I think you're talking about that certain island. While I may have heard about it, our Rockefeller family has never done anything like that. We wouldn't even consider playing with those people together. And besides, if they're asking me to go there, I won't even agree!"

Leaf Chen said, "I don't care if you've been or not. What I need is for you to contact them and tell them that no matter who put up the bounty, it needs to be recalled immediately. If not, then kill them all."

Steve didn't hesitate to agree and said, "Mr. Leaf, don't worry about this matter. I'll make a few phone calls to see if I can find that person or send a message to their ears!"

"Okay." Mr. Leaf was satisfied and said, "Then I'll leave it up to you. Wait for my news."

Steve asked curiously, "Ah, Mr. Leaf, how did you suddenly decide to take on Tavanna? Haven't you gotten along with her?"

Mr. Leaf scolded without hesitation: "Go to hell! Hurry up and do something!"

Three-oh and Tavanna were completely stunned.

Mr. Leaf was already astonished that he recognized Steve Rockefeller, and he didn't think Mr. Leaf would be ordering Steve Rockefeller around over the phone, even cursing at him at the end. This... this isn't just a slave, at least it's like a little brother's behavior, right?

When they were both shocked to their cores, Mr. Leaf looked at Tavanna and said seriously: "Steve Rockefeller should have some influence in America, give him some time, he should be able to take care of this matter."

Tavanna was incredibly grateful and said: "Thank you, Mr. Leaf! Thank you! With the Rockefeller family involved, this matter should be able to be resolved..."

Mr. Leaf nodded slightly, looking at her and saying: "But I'm helping you, it's because of those twenty concerts, and I'll only help you this once. In the future, I hope you can take care of yourself and not get yourself into such a situation again."

Tavanna looked down shamefully, feeling grateful and apologetic, and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Leaf. Actually, I've already drawn boundaries with those people before, but I didn't think this would become so big a deal."

As she spoke, she looked down, not daring to meet Mr. Leaf's eyes directly.

Mr. Leaf said: "Moreover, as a public figure, I hope you won't act rashly and not output values that need to be considered by your fans who number in the millions. As an artist, just do well with your talents if that's enough. If you want to do something more on this basis, you can take Michael Jackson as an example and do some public welfare that has universal value, helping those suffering from poverty, hunger, disease, or even war threats. That would be far greater than encouraging minors to undergo gender reassignment."

Tavanna was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily and looked up at Mr. Leaf's eyes, saying firmly: "From now on, I won't make the same mistake again. After the twenty concerts are over, I'll go to truly needy third-world countries like Jackson did, doing some good deeds within my power."

"Okay." Mr. Leaf said. "What we need to do now is wait for this dark flower to be abolished, and when it's abolished, you'll be safe."

Just then, the guard Half-Cold came up to the door, bowing respectfully and saying: "Mr. Leaf, special police from the Metropolitan Police Department have arrived. They've brought many body bags and someone claiming to be the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police says he wants to see Mr. Three-Ichi."

Mr. Leaf said: "Let him in."

"Yes, Mr. Leaf!"

A few minutes later, the Commissioner walked in with a flashlight, struggling through the fresh blood that covered the floor.

His shoe soles had gotten bloodstained, so every step he took would make a sound like sticky and torn fabric scraping against the floor tiles. JrNovels.com