Yuan Junling paused and continued: "Even if they want Zhang Yujie to die, it will be after final negotiations."
"It's really interesting." Liang Dongtian squeezed a tea bowl on the table next to him: "For the first time, I found that it is so difficult for me to want someone to die."
"Uncle." When Yuan Junling and Liang Dongtian were together, they rarely used the title "uncle". Most of the time, they used "you" instead to ensure that they would not be dazzled by the so-called blood relationship, so that they could always maintain the same
Calm thinking. But when he uses the title "uncle", it means that he has to say something from the bottom of his heart.
"Say." Liang Dongtian also became serious.
"Actually, you don't have to worry like this. Tomorrow night is the deadline for the final negotiation. Once the negotiation is over, no matter whether he is deemed a traitor or not, as long as you give the order, there will be many people in Xinxiang City who want his head.
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"So you just need to be patient and let that kid dance around for one more day." Yuan Junling's speech was brief but powerful.
Liang Dongtian sighed. He also knew that what Yuan Junling said made sense and was the most feasible and safest method at present.
"But I always feel very uneasy." Liang Dongtian's hands trembled slightly: "I always feel that that boy is not simple and may really pose some threat to me."
Yuan Junling hesitated to speak. He somewhat understood Liang Dongtian. An old man in his fifties, who had dominated the world for half his life, was suddenly thrown to the ground by a hairy young man and was severely beaten. He was also forced to take a video.
The psychological impact and sense of inferiority it brings cannot be described in words.
Zhang Yujie is the biggest nightmare in Liang Dongtian's heart.
Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years; if you don't remove it for one day, you will be in trouble for life.
Yuan Junling wanted to say something to comfort Liang Dongtian, but he didn't know what to say. In fact, it was Liang Dongtian who should be comforting him at this moment. After all, he was seriously injured and was still lying on the bed.
"If you are really worried." Yuan Junling finally said as if he had made up his mind: "How about letting Ling take action."
"Zero?" Liang Dongtian slowly recalled this character.