At nine o'clock in the evening, the Song Family Manor was tense.
The huge flying into the hall of the Pavilion was sitting, and there were two large groups of people with bad looks and murderous intent.
On the left are Han Yue, Song's mother and other Han Song families, with nearly fifty people, surrounded Han Nanhua and Song Wansan and looked towards the opposite side.
Opposite the Han and Song families were a group of men and women wearing camouflage uniforms, with yellow and black skin, giving people indescribable toughness and tenacity.
The man is a middle-aged man wearing a black vest with a scar on his face, leaning against a chair carelessly, looking at Han Yue and other women with evil eyes.
Especially when I smile, the scars on my face twitched, as if a centipede was moving, which was very scary.
Ye Fan also saw an acquaintance beside the middle-aged man.
Chen Chenxi, Chen Ximo's mother.
The black dress shows the perfect body of a woman, exquisite and charming curves.
The interlaced long legs of stockings reflect a smooth and delicate luster under the light.
She drank tea slowly and casually, her pretty face was careless, as if she didn't care about the negotiation at all.
There is a marble table in the middle of both sides, but there is no tea and pastries on it, and there is only a tablet.
The computer has just finished playing, but the screen stays at the moment when ten people are shot.
"Mr. Song, Mr. Han, what are you doing? Have you considered it?"
The middle-aged man raised his legs and kept shaking and laughing:
"A day passed, ten more died. Three days ago, thirty people were blown away by their heads."
"They are all your employees and nephews. You capitalists are so cruel and don't sympathize with these people who work and work hard for you?"
He smiled and shouted, "You are so unhuman, aren't you?"
"Jin Tuqiang, you don't follow the rules, go back on your word, extort huge amounts of blackmail, and even speak sarcastic words. Are you shameless?"
Han Yue has always had a bad temper: "Believe it or not, I'll take you all off."
With this delicate shout, many elite Han Song flashed around, looking at Jin Tuqiang and Chen Chenxi with murderous aura.
"Miss Han, you have a good foundation. You have lost so many people in the triangle area, and more than 300 people have been deducted. There are so many loyal people, and they have rich backgrounds."
Jin Tuqiang's eyes violated Han Yue wantonly: "It's just that no matter how many people come, they are still a group of waste."
Han Yue was about to speak again, Han Nanhua waved to stop him, and then looked at Jin Tuqiang and spoke:
"Jin Tuqiang, you are a half-businessman. Don't know that everything will be left on the front line. Will you meet again in the future?"
He sank his tone: "You have done things so absolutely, aren't you worried about retribution in the future?"
"Mr. Han, everyone is old, let alone being empty, don't you think you don't believe those words just now?"
Jin Tuqiang sneered when he heard this: "Retribution? What retribution? If there is really retribution, can you Han Nanhua still have a home?"
"I'm just saying one thing, three hundred people, do you want it or not?"
He was very arrogant: "You can afford to consume, we can afford to consume even more, let alone the fight against the rich this time is no less than making a fortune for twenty years."
Song Wansan didn't even raise his eyes: "One person has 100 million yuan, do you think we printed money?"
"Mr. Song, it's really difficult to take out hundreds of billions of cash, let alone a lot of your assets have been confiscated."
Before Jin Tuqiang could speak, Chen Chenxi, who had been smiling lightly, put down his slender thighs and spoke to Song Wansan and the others with a sweet smile:
"But as long as you sincerely want to save people, you have money, you have ways to save people, you have no money, and you have no money to save people."