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Chapter 502 What do you say

"If you don't answer, I will think you agree." Chen Bahuang looked at Old Lady Zhu, and Zhu Wuji who was lying on the ground said lightly.

"Since you don't think it's too much, then you have no objection to send him to Africa to mining, right?"

Old Mrs. Zhu: “…”

At this time, Old Mrs. Zhu was about to collapse.

How could she have no objection to sending her grandson to a place like Africa?

And my limbs are disabled, how can I mine?

But, does she have any opinions on this matter matter?!

Of course it doesn't matter!

According to Old Mrs. Zhu’s understanding of this Eighth Master, if she dared to say no, let alone Zhu Wuji, even her and the entire Zhu family would probably be sent to Africa.

Taking a deep breath, Old Mrs. Zhu showed her old look.

In order to protect the Zhu family, Old Mrs. Zhu could only make up for her.

After a long time, Old Mrs. Zhu lamented and said in a silence: "All of them follow the instructions of the Eighth Master..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

Eighth Master, this person who lives in the legend.

After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized the horror of this Eighth Master.

He was alone and made a big fuss at the birthday party of Mrs. Zhu, and not only injured the four major guards of the Zhu family, who were famous in Su Province, but also deposed the limbs of Zhu's grandson Zhu's grandson Zhu Wuji in front of Mrs. Zhu.

In the end, Zhu Wuji was sent to Africa!

Everyone present knew how harsh the environment in Africa was.

Once Zhu Wuji, who has been disabled for life, once he arrives in Africa, he will be worse than death even if he lives, let alone mining.

Of course, what shocked them the most was the humble attitude that Old Lady Zhu showed in front of this Eighth Master.

He is so humble that he doesn't even want dignity.

It goes without saying how terrible the power behind Mrs. Zhu, who is more than ten thousand people in Suzhou, is so humble.

"You are smart." Seeing that Mrs. Zhu is so sensible, Chen Bahuang sneered, "Don't worry, I am a reasonable person. Now that your grandson has all his limbs, I will naturally not force others to do anything. Just wait until his injury is healed before going."

Everyone: "…??”

Be reasonable?

You have made people like this and sent them to Africa to mine. This is also called reasoning?!

After hearing Chen Bahuang's words, everyone present had a new understanding and understanding of the three words "reasonable".

This... is so reasonable!

Everyone couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

"Everything is listened to Eighth Master..."

Old Mrs. Zhu has been respected in Suzhou for decades, but she did not want to do everything she could in front of everyone. She knew Chen Ba's terrifying strength very well and did not dare to resist. She didn't even dare to have any ideas, but she wanted to "death" to understand.

"Your Majesty, you can't stop your life from doing things to the Zhu family, but I beg you to have a reason for your life."

"Today, the Zhu family and the old man suffered this great humiliation in front of so many friends in Suzhou Province. If they are so unclear, how can they think of the master's explanation after a hundred years?"

Chen Bahuang frowned slightly and asked him why he had recently held the Zhu family accountable. Of course, the Zhu family took his son away and broke his own leg. However, Chen Bahuang could not reveal his identity at this time, so he said lightly: "Do you really want a reason?"

"That's right." Old Mrs. Zhu was exhausted and Wang Xiang Chen Bahuang.

"It's very simple. I'm in a bad mood today, but you're so noisy!" Chen Bahuang casually said a reason in order not to reveal his identity.

But this is the reason that makes everyone, including Mrs. Zhu, have nothing to say.

That's right, there's nothing to say in the true sense.

The reason is very simple. No matter whether it is the Zhu family or any of the people here, they cannot beat this Eighth Master.

"Old man know..." Old Mrs. Zhu's face was full of self-deprecating.

Yes, Mr. Chen Ba, do you need any reason to deal with the Zhu family in a mere Soviet province?

"There is one more thing." Ignoring the shock and silence of the crowd, Chen Bahuang walked to Zhu Lingyun and said lightly, "Since your Zhu family doesn't want this child, I'll take it away."

After saying this, Chen Bahuang ignored the expression of the Zhu family and took Zhu Lingyun away without saying anything.

During this period, Zhu Lingyun seemed a little reluctant to leave and looked back at the Zhu family and the grandmother who had never regarded him as a grandson.

"What, can't bear to bear?" Chen Bahuang lowered his head and looked at Zhu Lingyun and said lightly.

After hearing this, the latter turned around and shook his head and said, "No, let alone..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Lingyun paused.

"It's not that I don't want them, but that they have abandoned me long ago."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Bahuang's face behind the mask frowned.

But he just sighed secretly.

"Don't worry, I won't abandon you."

"Hope." Although he was only five or six years old, Zhu Lingyun's maturity was far beyond his age, so when he heard this stranger, but he felt particularly safe, he did not refute it.

But I didn't believe it.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Bahuang walked outside slowly, and the moonlight shone on Chen Bahuang. He raised his head and looked at the gradually rounded moon in the night sky.

"It's almost August fifteenth."

He raised his head and said to himself, Chen Bahuang suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, which happened to be Lin Wanqiu's birthday.

Since I owe her so much, I will give her a perfect birthday, and having the children around me will be considered as compensation.

Whispering in his heart, Chen Bahuang stopped and turned around to look at everyone.

But just this glance, the people behind Chen Bahuang were in a panic.

"He...why did he stop again?"

"We didn't mess with him, what does he mean!"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't look at him anyway."

The previous scene was too shocking, so when Chen Bahuang turned around, everyone couldn't help but feel timid.

Hearing everyone's words, Chen Bahuang ignored it and said calmly: "August 15th, the birthday of Lin Wanqiu in Yuncheng, the five major families in Suzhou Province are indispensable, otherwise..."

"The blood-colored peach pits appear, the family is destroyed and the people are killed!"

After leaving the last sentence, Chen Bahuang held Zhu Lingyun's hand and disappeared into the night.

After Chen Bahuang left for a long time, everyone felt relieved.

Especially the old lady of the Zhu family, she calmed down after a long time.

The news almost went viral.

Even though Mrs. Zhu had seen strong winds and waves, she still couldn't help but feel frightened.

Recalling the words before Chen Bahuang left, the Zhu family granddaughter who supported Mrs. Zhu, said in a terrifying manner: "Mr., he..."

"No, no, No, the Eighth Master just said that on August 15th, Lin Wanqiu, Yuncheng's birthday..."

"But we don't know who Lin Wanqiu is. Are we going?!"

"What do you say?!"
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