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Jin Jiumei said lightly and resolved that the two other important figures in the Jin family did not appear.

Fan Abu looked at Jin Jiumei indifferently before slowly saying, "Miss Jiu is so serious!"

"Our Tianzhu Chamber of Commerce has been in Wucheng for many years, and Sharek and others have had conflicts with the murderer before!"

"So we know very well that the whole thing has little to do with the Jin family!"

"Even if there was no such night, we would have conflicts with the one named Ye."

"But, we have a mistake in the bar, so we can admit it!"

"But the one named Ye actually dared to go to the hospital to kill everyone, and would not give us any face in Xianfeng Temple."

"Then it's reasonable, this matter needs to be sought to be fair!"

"Murder and pay for your life! Pay your debts and pay for your money!"

"It's natural!"

Fan Abu's eyes were filled with cold light. He had been in Wucheng for many years and was sworn brothers with Long Tianao. When did he encounter such a shameful thing?

So at this moment he felt that this matter must be explained.

"I don't care what trump card the last one of Ye has or what backing he has!"

"But since we provoked our Xianfeng Temple and killed our noble second caste nobleman of India, then this time, he must pay the price!"

"The price of blood!"

When the other Indians heard Van Abu's words, they gritted their teeth and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

Now they want to find Ye Hao directly and strangle him to death.

After all, the Indians have always been arrogant and conceited.

The noble second caste died in Daxia, which was a great shame for them to die!

Seeing these Indians all indignant and wishing to cut Ye Hao into pieces, a hint of pleasure flashed through Jin Jiumei's eyes.

The last time she was in the bar was too embarrassing.

And he also entered the police station for 48 hours because of this incident.

For someone like her, it's even more uncomfortable than killing her.

Now that she has the chance to kill Ye Hao, she is in a happy mood. If it weren't for Fan A San's mourning hall, she would have been laughing out loud.

The most important thing is that the matter involves the second caste of Tianzhu and Xianfeng Temple. This is already a matter of the two countries and diplomatic disputes.

She really doesn't believe it anymore. Under this circumstance, how can the Wan family protect Ye Hao?

As soon as he thought of this, Jin Jiumei took a deep breath and said softly: "Mr. Abu, the generousness of Xianfeng Temple has moved our Jin family!"

"My father asked me to tell you!"

"Although Young Master A San was killed by Ye Hao, our Jin family also has the responsibility that they cannot shirk!"

"For our long-term friendship, to express our apology and sincerity!"

"We have obtained a license for Xianfeng Temple!"

"From now on, Xianfeng Temple can establish a school in Wucheng. Of course, there will be certain restrictions on the number of students."

"But our Jin family will strive to get this restriction lifted in the future."

While speaking, Jin Jiumei took out a document with a faint body fragrance from her close-up and handed it out.

The atmosphere condenses at this moment.

No matter how indignant the Indians present were, their bodies were shaking at this moment, and an incredible expression appeared in their eyes.

The Indians have always wanted to establish sects in Daxia.

The reason why the generation of masters in Xianfeng Temple, Fan Jinlun, one of the three great demon monks, was willing to go to the Golden Palace to be a high-level thug for this.

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