Upon hearing this, more than a dozen companions raised their heads and stared at the weak Song Hongyan fiercely.
In the past, Tang Biao would not have dared to be so arrogant.
It's just that Tang Pingfan is dead, Tang Yuanba and Tang Haotian are also dead, and each branch of the Tang Sect is in disarray.
Tang Biao became king even though there were no tigers in the mountains.
And he has the full support of Chen Yuanyuan, who is in the limelight.
So he tried to challenge Song Hongyan.
At Tang Biao's tilt of his head, a dozen of his men dispersed, drove away the rest of the crowd, and closed the mourning hall door.
They also drove Tang Yuanba's widow into the lounge.
The entire mourning hall fell silent for an instant, with only the flickering sound of candles burning in front of Tang Yuanba's portrait.
Song Hongyan smiled when she saw this: "Tang Biao, are you out of your mind and yelling at me?"
"I don't want to be an enemy of Mr. Song."
Tang Biao looked at Song Hongyan, who was only protected by Ye Fan and Miao Fenglang, with a crazy light shining in his eyes:
"It's just my duty and mission, so I have to offend Mr. Song."
"If President Song is willing to hand over the token and sign a commitment to give up his position, I can let you and your bodyguards leave."
He wants to get the token and the small treasury, so that he will not only have the opportunity to control the three Tang clan branches, but also win the favor of Chen Yuanyuan.
Thinking of those slender and graceful legs, Tang Biao felt that his blood was hot.
"Are you going to attack me?"
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly: "You are brave enough, but can you keep me?"
"There are eighteen of us, and Mr. Song only has two bodyguards."
Tang Biao looked at Ye Fan and Miao Fenglang who were wearing masks and smiled ferociously: "There is still a chance."
Song Hongyan smiled softly: "I won't have the chance, but I will definitely regret it!"
"Get Song Hongyan!"
Tang Biao roared: "Get the token back and correct the three!"
More than a dozen people raised their weapons and forced them towards Song Hongyan and the others.
Ye Fan didn't even raise his eyelids, he just waved his finger lightly.
"Whoosh——"
Miao Fenglang chuckled and raised his left hand.
A black hydra instantly appeared behind him.
Before Tang Biao and the others could react, Hydra opened its mouth and spat out saliva.
Transparent mucus flew out like raindrops, hitting all eighteen enemies in the face.
The eighteen enemies were suddenly in severe pain, as if they had acid thrown into their faces.
"ah--"
Eighteen enemies screamed, dropped their firearms and fell to the ground covering their faces.
The facial features are corroded and tattered.
The huge pain not only caused them to lose their attacks, but also made their lives hang by a thread.
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were startled, and were surprised where Miao Fenglang could carry such a hydra.
This is too lethal.
Tang Biao was completely dumbfounded when he saw this.
He never imagined that his most fierce guard would be so vulnerable.
You must know that these eighteen people are the remaining ones among a thousand brothers. Each of them has experienced hundreds of battles and is fierce and brave.
Why was he knocked down before he could even fire the gun?
Seeing the Hydra turning its head to lock onto him, Tang Biao shuddered and instinctively raised the muzzle of his gun to shoot.
However, the bullet did not fire out, and a stream of mucus vomited on the back of his hand.
Tang Biao was instantly stabbed by needles and dropped the gun uncontrollably, then kept screaming and shaking his right hand...
The next second, he turned around and wanted to run away.
Just after running a few meters, the Hydra turned into a black shadow, caught up with him and wrapped itself around him.
The snakehead also looked at Tang Biao.
Red letters floated out, carrying an unspeakable threat.
Tang Biao instantly stiffened and did not dare to move.
Miao Fenglang snapped his fingers: "Pah——"
The next second, Hydra licked Tang Biao's arm.
As soon as he licked it, there were suddenly a few blood grooves on his arm, the skin and flesh were a little thinner, and the blood flowed out.
Tang Biao couldn't stop screaming: "Ah——"
Hydra ignored it, then licked it again, and there were several blood grooves.
Tang Biao screamed again.
Hydra became even more excited and licked it again...
The feeling was like peeling potatoes, licking out strands of flesh and blood from Tang Biao's arm.
After more than a dozen blows, a large piece of flesh was missing from Tang Biao's left arm, and blood flowed all over the floor.
This made the eighteen companions who were left with only one breath look desperate and tremble.
Soon, Tang Biao turned pale and suffered severe injuries, and even his spirit was close to collapse.
"thump--"
Tang Biao knelt down straight and cried bitterly to Song Hongyan:
"Mr. Song, please spare your life, Mr. Song, please spare your life..."
He shows off his ferocity and fights ruthlessly, claiming to be a knife-thrower, but that is against people.
Faced with something like Hydra, Tang Biao really couldn't stand up.
"Spare your life?"
Song Hongyan smiled faintly: "I'm still waiting for you to snatch the token away."
"Mr. Song, I was wrong. I don't dare anymore. I really don't dare anymore."
Tang Biao confessed: "For the sake of my nephew, please spare my life. I promise I will never offend you again."
"Aren't you saying that since I don't have the surname Tang and I don't enter the ancestral hall, I don't count as a descendant of the Tang clan?"
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly: "Why do you think I am the Tang family's nephew now?"
"Mr. Song, I'm sorry. It's because I'm a bitch-tongued, because I'm greedy for profit, and because I want to take advantage of the fact that no one in the three branches can get the upper hand."
Tang Biao endured the severe pain and shouted: "Actually, you have been written into the family tree by the head of the Tang clan. You are a real nephew of the Tang clan."
"Yeah?"
Song Hongyan's eyes were a little surprised, but also warm.
Unexpectedly, Tang Pingfan admitted himself to the ancestral hall without changing his surname.
She could imagine the tremendous pressure Tang Pingfan was under at that time.
"Yes, yes, your name is in the genealogy, I've read it."
Tang Biao shouted with a sad face: "Mr. Song, give me a chance, I will never offend you again."
Song Hongyan said calmly: "Do you think I am such a generous person?"
Tang Biao shouted again:
"I will be a cow and a horse for you, and I will charge into battle for you. As long as you are willing to let me go, I will do whatever you want."
If Song Hongyan is not forgiven, not only will his arm be licked to the bone, but he himself will also die of pain.
"Really? So aware?"
Song Hongyan smiled: "Okay, I'll give you the opportunity to be my spokesperson for the third branch of the Tang Sect."
Ye Fan was slightly startled, but remained silent and did not speak.
"What?"
Tang Biao lost his voice in surprise: "Let me be your spokesperson?"
He felt that his life was in danger today, after all, Song Hongyan was a ruthless black widow.
Therefore, he was inevitably surprised when he heard that not only would he not die, but he could also be Song Hongyan's spokesperson for the three branches of the Tang clan, one person inferior to ten thousand people.
"That's right!"
Song Hongyan swept away her murderous intent and showed a bright smile:
"I'm not familiar with the three branches of the Tang Sect, and I have too many things to do in charge of the Chinese Medical Sect."
"So I am going to let you be the spokesperson of the three branches of the Tang Sect, hold the token to stabilize the three branches of the Tang Sect, and let the whole branch live in harmony!"
"When I finish my work with the Chinese Medical Sect and shift my focus to the three branches of the Tang Sect, I will officially declare you to be my spokesperson."
"Then the entire three branches of the Tang Sect will be taken care of by you."
"You still hold the power of life and death for eight thousand disciples."
"I wonder if you are interested or confident?"
Song Hongyan also stabbed and wrote out a check: "I can also give you one billion to use for turnover first."
"Spokesperson? Fully responsible? One billion?"
Tang Biao's eyes widened invisibly: "You really let me go and let me take over?"
He never expected that a pie would really fall from the sky, and it would be much better than Chen Yuanyuan's empty promise.
One billion, not much, but real money, full of sincerity, a hundred times better than a Yangzhou thin horse.
"That's right. Will you be the spokesperson?"
Song Hongyan changed the topic with a hint of threat:
"If you don't do it, I will ask your subordinates or enemies to do it."
"When they eradicate you or silence your entire family, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
She dropped the check on the ground: "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it!"
She also made a gesture to ask Miao Fenglang to poison Tang Biao.
"Do! Do! Do!"
Tang Biao picked up the check with joy: "I promise not to disappoint Mr. Song!"
"Go, take the brothers under your banner, and take the token I gave you, and do what you should do."
"Remember, I want the three branches of the Tang Sect to stabilize as soon as possible."
Song Hongyan waved her hand and poured a bottle of red and white medicine onto Tang Biao's wound.
Then she whispered into Tang Biao's ear, inaudibly:
"Catch those who deserve to be caught, and kill those who deserve to be killed!"
