400. Chapter 400 Your wife is as tender as a flower
After finishing speaking, Tianmu Z took the red wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp: "No more nonsense, let's get to the topic first."
Yang Mufan stood in the box, staring at Tianmu Z with an expressionless face, waiting for his next words.
The eyes of the sky are like a thousand-year-old cold pool, staring straight at Yang Mufan. He smiles with a weird and horrifying look on his face, and hums quietly: "Actually, I have nothing to do with you today. It's mainly between me and Mu Wanqing."
Mr. Yang should know about the grievances and grievances: a month ago, Mu Wanqing led my brothers to assassinate A An, right?! I allocated three hundred brothers to her, but in the end, all of them died without intact bodies, except her.
She is still alive and well, no matter who it is, she will probably wonder if she is joining forces with A An to deal with me and want to kill me."
"Mr. Yang, we are all in the gang. I'm afraid we all know a rule of survival, which is: we would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go..."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?!" Yang Mufan became impatient as he listened to him going around and around, and interrupted directly, "What on earth do you want to do?!"
Tian Muz looked at Yang Mufan's impatient look and suddenly felt extremely interesting. He narrowed Xuanhan's black eyes and said with great interest: "Since Mr. Yang is so anxious, I won't beat around the bush with you. I, Tianmu Z,
, although he is a market scoundrel, he also has his own principles: I don’t like to hit women unless I have to. Since she is your wife, you have to admit the mistakes she made!!"
After finishing speaking, Tian Muz snapped his fingers, and two rows of bodyguards standing on the first floor suddenly stepped forward and surrounded Yang Mufan.
Tianmuz said leisurely: "Mr. Yang, these thirty subordinates of mine are all the close relatives of the three hundred brothers who were killed by Mu Wanqing. Although they are in the underworld and have a fate of life and death, they cannot blame others, but... no
Let them vent their anger and avenge their brother who died in vain. I, the boss of Tianmu, am a bit too cowardly, so... let them beat me up for ten minutes and vent my anger. At the end of ten minutes, our grudges will be wiped out.
I'll let you take the person away. But the premise is: you can't fight back."
"Of course, you can refuse. If you don't want to, I won't force you. Just leave now. I will never embarrass you. But don't blame me for not reminding you. Your wife is as tender as a flower. She is estimated to be thirty.
She can't survive a man's beating."
"Think carefully before making a decision." Tianmuz lit a cigarette and puffed on it slowly, with the utmost grace.
But Yang Mufan sneered: "Do you think I will believe your words again?!" He would not be so stupid, fall into the trap again, and get beaten in vain.
Tianmuz slowly exhaled white smoke: "You have no choice but to believe and accept my punishment."
Yang Mufan didn't speak, and his brain was working rapidly, trying to come up with the best... strategy to turn defeat into victory in the shortest possible time.
However, Tianmu Z did not give him any chance to fight back.
A sharp soprano sound suddenly came from the speakers installed at the four corners of the box ceiling.
Yang Mufan quickly turned to look at the LED, and was shocked to find a muscular man squatting next to Mu Wanqing, cruelly grabbing her hair and lifting her up.
A bright, cold sword was patted back and forth on her face.
Tianmuz sighed: "Yang Mufan, where is your wife? Although she doesn't look like much at first glance, she becomes more and more beautiful the more she looks at her. I wonder if two cuts on her fair and tender face will make her more interesting?"
!More charming?!" After saying this, Tianmu Z took the red wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp: "No more nonsense, let's get to the topic first."
Yang Mufan stood in the box, staring at Tianmu Z with an expressionless face, waiting for his next words.
The eyes of the sky are like a thousand-year-old cold pool, staring straight at Yang Mufan. He smiles with a weird and horrifying look on his face, and hums quietly: "Actually, I have nothing to do with you today. It's mainly between me and Mu Wanqing."
Mr. Yang should know about the grievances and grievances: a month ago, Mu Wanqing led my brothers to assassinate A An, right?! I allocated three hundred brothers to her, but in the end, all of them died without intact bodies, except her.
She is still alive and well, no matter who it is, she will probably wonder if she is joining forces with A An to deal with me and want to kill me."
"Mr. Yang, we are all in the gang. I'm afraid we all know a rule of survival, which is: we would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go..."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?!" Yang Mufan became impatient as he listened to him going around and around, and interrupted directly, "What on earth do you want to do?!"
Tian Muz looked at Yang Mufan's impatient look and suddenly felt extremely interesting. He narrowed Xuanhan's black eyes and said with great interest: "Since Mr. Yang is so anxious, I won't beat around the bush with you. I, Tianmu Z,
, although he is a market scoundrel, he also has his own principles: I don’t like to hit women unless I have to. Since she is your wife, you have to admit the mistakes she made!!"
After finishing speaking, Tian Muz snapped his fingers, and two rows of bodyguards standing on the first floor suddenly stepped forward and surrounded Yang Mufan.
Tianmuz said leisurely: "Mr. Yang, these thirty subordinates of mine are all the close relatives of the three hundred brothers who were killed by Mu Wanqing. Although they are in the underworld and have a fate of life and death, they cannot blame others, but... no
Let them vent their anger and avenge their brother who died in vain. I, the boss of Tianmu, am a bit too cowardly, so... let them beat me up for ten minutes and vent my anger. At the end of ten minutes, our grudges will be wiped out.
I'll let you take the person away. But the premise is: you can't fight back."
"Of course, you can refuse. If you don't want to, I won't force you. Just leave now. I will never embarrass you. But don't blame me for not reminding you. Your wife is as tender as a flower. She is estimated to be thirty.
She can't survive a man's beating."
"Think carefully before making a decision." Tianmuz lit a cigarette and puffed on it slowly, with the utmost grace.
But Yang Mufan sneered: "Do you think I will believe your words again?!" He would not be so stupid, fall into the trap again, and get beaten in vain.
Tianmuz slowly exhaled white smoke: "You have no choice but to believe and accept my punishment."
Yang Mufan didn't speak, and his brain was working rapidly, trying to come up with the best... strategy to turn defeat into victory in the shortest possible time.
However, Tianmu Z did not give him any chance to fight back.
A sharp soprano sound suddenly came from the speakers installed at the four corners of the box ceiling.
Yang Mufan quickly turned to look at the LED, and was shocked to find a muscular man squatting next to Mu Wanqing, cruelly grabbing her hair and lifting her up.
A bright, cold sword was patted back and forth on her face.
Tianmuz sighed: "Yang Mufan, where is your wife? Although she doesn't look like much at first glance, she becomes more and more beautiful the more she looks at her. I wonder if two cuts on her fair and tender face will make her more interesting?"
