Chen Hao, sitting on the sofa, carefully wiped a black scimitar, which was the holy relic of the Aisha tribe.
"Chairman."
"Chairman."
Uncle Kun Liu Meng saluted Chen Hao one after another.
Whenever there is a third person here, Liu Meng will not regard himself as a child as Chen Haofa.
When it is a brother, it is a brother.
When it is a follower, it is a follower.
Liu Meng looked like a rough man and was very clear.
"sit."
Chen Hao greeted Uncle Liu Mengkun while rubbing his knife.
In the past two years, the board of directors of Tenglong Company has been almost controlled by Uncle Kun, and he almost only cares about Tenglong Company.
Uncle Kun Liu Meng sat down.
"How do you think of this knife?"
Chen Hao smiled at Uncle Kun Liu Meng.
"This knife..."
Uncle Kun pondered. In his opinion, the black scimitar looked extremely ordinary without any extra decoration.
"then."
Chen Hao threw the knife at Liu Meng.
"I'll go!"
Liu Meng caught the knife with one hand and exclaimed in vain. The weight of the black scimitar was far beyond his imagination and almost lost his hand.
Uncle Kun was stunned.
"This knife is too heavy!"
Liu Meng sighed.
The steel-made scimitar is only three or five kilograms, and the heaviest one is only about ten kilograms. The weight of this knife is comparable to Guan Erye’s Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
“How heavy is it?”
Uncle Kun subconsciously asked Liu Meng.
Liu Meng said: "It's close to one hundred kilograms."
"One hundred kilograms?"
Uncle Kun was so shocked that his eyes widened, unbelievable.
Liu Meng waved the scimitar casually, except that it was too heavy, and found nothing special. He looked at Chen Hao and said, "I can't think of what material this knife is made of."
Chen Hao smiled but said nothing.
Liu Meng returned the knife to Chen Hao.
"You should not behave like a person, and the same is true for a knife." Uncle Kun sighed.
"yes......"
As soon as Liu Meng spoke, his cell phone rang and answered the phone first.
"Are you sure?"
Liu Meng stood up excitedly.
Uncle Chen Haokun looked at Liu Meng.
Liu Meng hung up the phone and said to Chen Hao: "Chairman, Miss Nasha was taken on a private plane by more than a dozen people three hours ago."
"Locate that private jet."
Chen Hao made a quick decision to save Nasha, and he had to figure out where the plane had gone first.
Liu Meng nodded and said yes.
Uncle Kun also took out his cell phone and ordered the people below to prepare the plane.
...............
Deep in the ocean.
An island that is unknown to the world for many years is covered by clouds and mist, but it has a simple airport.
On one side of the runway, three Gulfstream business jets have been stopped, and another Bombardier Crj700 has just landed and is still gliding.
In the Bombardier cabin, Nasha looked at the three planes that arrived in advance without expression.
"The elders who oppose us arrived early."
"If they stop us, there is only a dead end."
"If this bitch hadn't misled us when we were taking the holy objects in the middle of the journey and delayed us for more than two hours, maybe we would have arrived first."
Three men talk.
One person sat next to Nasha, and the other two sat opposite each other.
They were responsible for watching Nasha.
The blonde man who faced Nasha was resentful of Nasha's time, so he bowed to grab Nasha's hair, and viciously pressed Nasha's head on the table between the two sets of seats.
Nasha was poisoned and unable to resist, but was not afraid or incompetent to furious, but just frowned and stared at the blonde who was committing violence.
"Seeing me like this, believe it or not, I will kill you now?"
The blonde man had a ferocious face and said, "If you kill you, I will kill the waste you love."
After hearing the blonde man's second half of the sentence, Nasha's purple eyes burst into murderous intent and she clenched her fists.