"What? Are you sad? Are you desperate? Beg for mercy! If you beg for mercy, I will let him go!" Qian Jun laughed loudly, like a destiny manipulator who controls life and death. He slapped his cousin away again, and then was dumbfounded.
Mr. Ling tugged at his collar and smiled extremely evilly: "Boy, you have money, right? With more money, I can bury your family with money! Tens of billions is a lot, but in my eyes
It’s still a fraction.”
More money than thousands of troops? This is undoubtedly the most ridiculous joke of this century! Di Polo can make Master Ling's whole family cry with just one gold mine.
"Your mother... Damn it, you really... want to die..." How has Mr. Ling ever been treated like this?! At this moment, Qian Jun grabbed his collar, his eyes were completely red, and he raised his fists and wanted to beat Qian Jun violently.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Jun grabbed his hand and slapped Mr. Ling's glasses away with his backhand. He pushed his thigh into his stomach and knocked out all the food he had just eaten.
"ah!"
At this moment, Qian Jun was a bloodthirsty tyrant and a murderous maniac. On the spot, some women could not stand the stimulation and screamed and fainted. A group of young and old did not dare to move. Several of them were usually the bosses in the unit.
The uncles were also confused at this moment. A woman with trembling hands called General Zhang who was out fishing.
Compared to this bunch of losers, an old man with a military rank on his shoulders is the backbone of everyone.
"Can anyone below tell me the name of Zhiruo's immortal grandfather?" Qian Jun sat back on the leather chair, as if he didn't see the woman dialing the phone to call the guards.
"My name is...Zhang Xianhe!" Zhiruo's cousin replied timidly. She seemed to have seen how confident this tyrant was. If these young and old people refused to answer his questions just to make excuses, the little cousin had no doubt that the tyrant would be here.
In anger, a new round of storm came.
The old Zhang family cannot bear this kind of trouble.
"Zhang Xianhe?!" Qian Jun frowned and said calmly: "I haven't heard of it. Sure enough, the military rank is too small to be on the big stage. Compared with the realm of Mr. Leng, it is always far behind."
"The guards are here! Bastard, don't be so arrogant. I want you to look good today. I want to send you to a military court. I want them to sentence you to life and sentence you to death!"
The woman finally hung up the phone, with a relieved smile on her face. She became arrogant again, and because the guards were about to arrive, her face even became a little ferocious. She didn't look like a noble lady at all, but instead looked like a
Country vixen having sex with someone.
Hearing the arrival of the guards, a group of big men were filled with strength as if they had been given blood. In order to prevent this extremely arrogant gangster from escaping, they even had the courage to block all the doors and windows to prevent the army from escaping at all.
possible.
However, this group of old and young people will be disappointed after all! When this group of soldiers rushed to the Zhang family compound, a ghost-like man appeared.
He is a mad king. In fact, he has been hiding in the dark, watching everything with a pair of cold eyes. When he sees soldiers with loaded guns who want to harm the emperor, he has no reason not to take action.
Then all the young and old saw a scene that made them stunned. Only one person, one person, effortlessly knocked down seventeen or eight soldiers with live ammunition. The soldiers didn't even have time to react before they were beaten unconscious.
This man was so terrifying that he could break the gun in the soldier's hand. He weighed two hundred kilograms and could be blown away with one punch. His eyes flashed with an extremely strange light, and the bloody aura emanating from his body made him look more like a man from hell.
Evil ghost.
No one even dares to doubt that he dares to kill everyone!
But what’s even weirder is this terrifying guy. No one even knows how he appeared. But the next step shocked countless people. This demon-like man walked up to the gangster, knelt down on one knee, and faced
Qian Jun said respectfully: "Your Majesty, do you want to kill everyone?!"
Then everyone's legs trembled. They had never believed that death would be so close one day.
Your Majesty? This evil spirit even calls this tyrant your Majesty?!
Everyone, young and old, thought they had heard wrong. Although no one would believe that Qian Jun would be an emperor who could rule the world, no one would believe that Qian Jun would be a little hooligan who could be bullied. He could have someone like Kuang Zun.
The evil ghosts of the Eighteen Hells are themselves a symbol of totalitarian status.
Everyone is shouting in their hearts: Who is this inhumane tyrant?!
"No, instead of letting them die, it would be better to watch these young and old people tremble from their souls..." Qian Jun smiled slightly, feeling indescribably relaxed like a demon king from darkness: "What's more, although their lives are not worth anything,
, but they are Zhiruo’s family after all. I don’t want Zhiruo to hate me in the future.”
"Devil, what do you want...?" It's hard to imagine that not only did the old lady not faint, but she even had the strength to speak.
There was anger and even a little despair in her eyes. Anyone who has such a terrifying subordinate as Mad Lord can make people feel powerless.