"You guy

"Wow, where did so many of them come from? I think you might as well just buy a hundred thousand copies! Off the line!" Chen Ming said angrily, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Tell me! What do you want to get from me?" Since this master has sat at the helm of the helm, he must be a "decisive" person himself. He also knows that since he falls into the opponent's hands

With it in his hands, for the sake of his "lifeblood", he could only choose to compromise.

Of course, if he is threatened by something now, he will choose to compromise. However, once his son is redeemed, the Yonggang will come back with tenfold and hundredfold revenge.

"Tsk, tsk, I said you are too old and have been in this field for so long, don't you understand this principle? What kind of thing is your own son? As his father, you still don't know

?Since he violated me and is now in my hands, if you don’t leave anything behind, can I just let him go?” Chen Ming slowly blew out a puff of smoke and flicked the ashes in his hand.

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He glanced slightly into the private room. Everyone else was quiet, listening to Chen Ming's words. Shao Yancong over there, not sure whether he was scared or cold, put on his clothes, but was still trembling.

Non-stop.

"Oh, why do you think you are also a gangster? Can you draw a clue and leave your name?" Shao Yancong, the old man on the other end of the phone, now looks like the chief helmsman of the underworld, and he doesn't even speak.

It's emotional and sounds much more stable.

"Haha, you don't have to ask. Are you planning to take revenge? Don't worry. After your son returns, if you want to know the answer, just ask him! But now, I am asking for money. In your

There are two choices in front of you. One is to give you a human stick son. The other is that you spend money to buy back his hands and feet!" The so-called "human stick" means that the hands and feet have been cut off, and the whole person looks like

It's like a stick.

Chen Ming made such a threat, and sure enough, the guy over there immediately fell into silence. After a long time, the old voice asked: "Tell me! How much do you want? Make a price!

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"Three million!" Chen Ming said in his heart. He is not black at all. He is definitely not as big as a lion. Yes! I am not black at all.

"It's from Mahler Gobi! Why don't you grab it? Three million, you still need a little more. Do you know that I can't make so much as a cousin in a year!" He thought that he had no lion at all.

He opened his mouth to speak loudly, but Shao Yancong's father had no choice but to get angry.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful what you say. This is your only son. From now on, the inheritance of your old Shao family will depend entirely on him! If you think your son is not worth the price, then forget it, I will call you right away.

Someone chopped him up! Hey, you're right, I'm really just robbing him, what do you think?" Chen Ming is a dead pig anyway and is not afraid of boiling water.
Chapter completed!