I'll push you?

Alach was stunned and didn't quite understand what Song Zhichao said.

After all, they have never learned Cantonese.

Song Zhichao laughed: "Why, don't you understand? It turns out that the great Mr. Laah also doesn't understand. So I will tell you that this sentence is translated in English - Fakeyu!"

Alach: "…"

Now I understand.

Although he doesn't understand Cantonese, he understands English.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Alach laughed to the sky, "Sure enough, you are a very interesting opponent - also a life-and-death opponent."

"Do you know what you just tore off? It's not just a contract, but a chance I gave you - yes, you lost the opportunity and trampled on my dignity ruthlessly, so next you have to accept my storm-like punishment..."

"Storm and rain? Do you think you are reciting Gorky's "Haiyan"?" Song Zhichao sneered, "If so, then borrow one of the sentences - I hope the storm will come more violently!"

Alach: "…"

The cheek muscles were twitching.

Victor walked to him: "Father..."

Alach raised his hand and stopped him from continuing, just saying, "Get on the move-- since our honorable guests want our storm to come more violently, then we will meet his request!"

Victor looked at Song Zhichao deeply, and his eyes read: You are dead.

Saiklau also looked at Song Zhichao, his eyes saying: This is what you asked for!

Song Zhichao was in a calm mood and seemed to be indifferent to everything in front of him.

But Yorke seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong. Looking at the Arach and his son, they didn't know what they were doing.

Over there, Victor seemed to have made a phone call, then came to Alach and whispered a few soft words.

Alach nodded frequently, then looked up at Song Zhichao and said, "Dignified Chinese friend, I hope you will have a happy trip to Russia!" After that, he looked at General York, "Goodbye, my dear old opponent, I also hope you are in good health, because I have been hoping that one day you will crawl in front of me. Yes, raise your hand to surrender - I like to treat prisoners the most, especially general-level like you! Hahaha!" Alach laughed and left with his two sons after saying these threatening words.

Looking at the arrogant and domineering father and son, General Yorke did not order his subordinates to intercept them, but sighed and turned to Song Zhichao and said, "He is a difficult person - you shouldn't humiliate him like that." His originally energetic face showed exhaustion.

Song Zhichao bent down and picked up the metal candlestick that Alach had thrown on the ground before, handed it to the bald butler who rushed to the scene, and then said to General York, "Do you still want to remain neutral? Or let the other party do whatever he wants?"

"Or what? I am no longer the same as before - I am no longer the Russian general holding military power, but an old man who is wielding a giant sword that you can't even beat."

"I'm old and useless. I just want to help Alexander protect his things - but I can't do it." After saying this, Yorke walked over and suddenly stopped on the chair, murmured: "Now, what else can I do?"

Song Zhichao walked over, sat beside him, looked at Old Yorkf, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "What you have to do is to protect Eva and the child - leave the rest to me!"

Yorke glanced at him and said nothing.

In the restaurant—

It was extremely deserted, with candlelight shaking around and cold wind whistling outside.

...

In the middle of the night—

Song Zhichao woke up from his dream and reached out to touch the bedside, but he didn't touch anyone - Eva didn't know where she went.

Song Zhichao got up, poured himself a cup of tea in his pajamas, and after taking a few sips, Eva tiptoed out of the room of Alexander. When she saw Song Zhichao calling her, she shrewd, "The little guy just fell asleep. He scared him tonight and woke up from hearing."

Song Zhichao then remembered that when Alach broke Saiklau's mind, he scared little Alexander - the child was not scared, and probably had tossed a lot last night.

"Do you want a glass of water?" Song Zhichao asked Eva softly.

"Thank you, my dear," Eva said.

Song Zhichao poured a cup and handed it over. Eva held the water and took a sip, her face full of sorrow.

"Are you still worried about your child?"

"No, I'm worried about that Alach--that's a mean, a terrible person," Eva said.

"Your father also said that." Song Zhichao said.

"So I'm scared." Eva put down the teacup and snuggled in Song Zhichao's arms. "My father is old and can't beat that Alach. Yes, so I'm asking you to come back."

"Since you asked me to come back, I will protect you, protect you and your children, and of course, your father." Song Zhichao hugged Eva tightly.

Eva closed her eyes, and she wanted to sleep peacefully in Song Zhichao's arms like this. Does anyone know how she survived this period?

...

Dingling!

Dingling!

At this moment, a rapid phone ringing rang in the quiet night.

The bald butler was awakened by the ringtone and hurriedly got up to answer the phone. This is his job and his duty.

But soon, the bald butler ran to report to the old master Yorke, because he was too nervous, and even lost his shoes.

Yorke was woken up by the housekeeper. After hearing the incident clearly, he was also shocked. Then he immediately thought of Song Zhichao - he had told him about this cheap thing, he would solve anything he should take on. Now, let him leave it all!

...

"Maybe, this is what Alach calls a storm."

In the study, Yorkf told Song Zhichao what was on the phone. "The workers' strike in the oil field in Siberia - yes, three oil fields strike at the same time!"

"If we cannot complete the oil extraction task on time, we will have to pay a large sum of money for foreign oil buyers. In addition, our business will also suffer serious setbacks - God, it is hard to imagine how desolate our oil fields will be at that time!" Yorke said worriedly.

Eva also looked at Song Zhichao with a worried look, hoping that he could come up with a solution.

Faced with the crisis in front of him, Song Zhichao touched his chin and said, "If this is the case, then I will go to Siberia."

"You are going to Siberia?" Eva was stunned for a moment.

General Yorke nodded, "It's all we can do now. We have to go to one person and solve this matter personally - the strike can be big or small, and if it becomes out of control, it will be difficult to remedy."

Immediately, Yorkf asked again: "How many people do you need? I will cooperate with you with all my strength!" Although Yorkf has lost military power now, it is still easy to gather some people to help Song Zhichao.

Who knows-

"No, I'm enough by myself!" Song Zhichao said.

"What, are you alone?" Yorke was surprised.

Eva even grabbed Song Zhichao and said, "It's too dangerous - Siberia is Alah's sphere of influence. He is the Minister of Development and his people are everywhere." After a pause, he said, "This time he did something like this, maybe he wanted to trick you over and then kill you!"

General Yorke sighed and said, "Eva is right. It's too dangerous for you to go there alone - why not let me accompany you! Anyway, my old bone will not be popular for a long time. At worst, I can't fight with that Alach!" He tightened his fists and a hot light shot out of his eyes.

Song Zhichao shook his head: "It's enough for me to go there alone - believe me, I have something to do with it."

Yorkf and Eva looked at Song Zhichao, and could not think of any "concern" he could have - could you be Superman, and you could turn the Siberian sky over by just passing by?

But looking at Song Zhichao's swearing expression, they had nothing to say.

May God bless you!
Chapter completed!