Twenty-six, look at my thin noodles, fight for jade silk
When Hu Huan was "treating guests", the Beijing office of the Soul Sect was already in a state of chaos.
Of course Tipumisi, one of the Twelve Dharma Kings, went to see Zhou Qiusheng, so he couldn't hide it. However, Tipumisi was the biggest leader of the Soul Sect in the capital, and no one could control him.
However, not all the staff of the Soul Sect's office in Beijing were Tipu Missi's subordinates. Some people thought of Zhou Qiusheng's notorious reputation, so Tipu Missi went to find Zhou Qiusheng, and someone notified the headquarters.
The response from the headquarters was very straightforward, telling people in the Beijing office to eat whatever they want, do it quickly, do something quickly, and hurry up if they have any unfulfilled wishes.
It is also recommended that the personnel of the Soul Sect and the Beijing office should seize the time as much as possible and write the will first.
Tipu Missi is a new generation, but the Soul Sect is the professional sect with the most antiques. Tipu Missi is not afraid of Zhou Qiusheng. How can those old antiques not know how ruthless this former colleague of the Taiping Heavenly Soldier is?
This notice from the headquarters made most of the personnel stationed in the capital confused on the spot.
The Soul Sect's office in Beijing has six senior executives, all of whom are professionals, and more than a hundred ordinary staff. Although there are no professionals, they are also elite warriors who are agile and skilled in marksmanship.
They had a simple meeting, and someone suggested on the spot that they should just raid Zhou Qiusheng without stopping.
Just when the meeting here was at its most lively, the news of Tipumisi's death came back.
The caller was Zhou Qiusheng's unlucky secretary.
Following Zhou Qiusheng's instructions, she reported the news of Tipu Missi's death and said three words on the phone: You gadgets from the Soul Sect, wash your necks and wait for me to slaughter them.
This is where the chaos in the Soul Sect comes from.
Although the Soul Sect still has six professionals in the capital, there is no one who can match Tipu Mixi. There are a total of five first-level practitioners and one second-level professional.
The comparison of combat power between professionals is never based on quantity. A third-level professional can resist three or five second-level professionals, and dozens of first-level professionals.
Tipu Mixi was all killed. Even if they tried their best to attack Zhou Qiusheng, they would still be punished on the spot.
The Soul Sect's office in Beijing was already in chaos. At this time, an overseas phone call came to Zhou Qiusheng's company.
Zhou Qiusheng was chatting with Hu Huan when the female secretary asked him to answer the call. He was quite dissatisfied.
Although Siemens invented the cordless phone in 1993, there was no retail version on the market yet. If Zhou Qiusheng wanted to answer the phone, he could only go to a place with a phone in person.
Zhou Qiusheng said: "Tell the other party that I am spending time with an old friend and am not free."
A floating voice suddenly sounded in the air: "I am an old friend too!"
Zhou Qiusheng looked slightly solemn and said in a low voice: "Mostema, long time no see. If you are not enjoying your time in South America, why did you come to see me?"
Of course, it was impossible for the Mostima people to rush over, but as an evil spirit and one of the oldest ones, he was proficient in countless supernatural powers and could easily communicate directly with Zhou Qiusheng through the phone line.
Although his power can only talk, he cannot see the scene here.
The voice in the air chuckled and said: "Old Zhou Yuan, I have a little guy from the new generation who may have offended you. Can you please look at my thin face and turn our hostility into friendship?"
Hu Huan was slightly surprised. Of course he knew Mostema, who was a powerful figure in the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers and one of the five commanders at that time.
He is also the only high-ranking Taiping Heavenly Soldier who has practiced the Nether God method.
Hu Huan did not speak, and even deliberately concealed his aura to avoid being noticed by Mostema.
He and Zhou Qiusheng are old friends, but not Mostima.
This "old acquaintance" who practiced the Youshen method may not have any good intentions towards him. Now that Hu Huan is not strong enough, he does not want to meet this old friend.
Zhou Qiusheng said calmly: "Your Mostima's face is worthy of me taking a step back. But Tipu Misi came to me and made such nonsense, which made me very angry. If you make compensation according to the old rules, let's forget it."
Mostema chuckled and said, "That's easy to say!"
"With just a small amount of compensation, Elder Zhou will be able to give up on attacking the Soul Sect's headquarters. It's really worth every penny."
"I am overseas and cannot apologize in person, so I sent all the personnel stationed in Beijing to Mr. Zhou Yuan."
"These people have the mental restraints I set up in my early years!"
"I give you the control spell, and you can control them to do anything. Is this compensation considered sincere?"
Zhou Qiusheng sneered and said, "You are thinking about everything."
"What can I do with this bunch of trash?"
"You can compensate me with a batch of spiritual objects."
Mostima chuckled and said, "It's okay, I was quite reluctant to part with it at first. Spiritual items are much cheaper than them."
"I have another unkind request. There is a Dharma King in our sect. His son failed to practice the Netherworld Technique, and was devoured by the person he was supposed to be eating, who in turn controlled him."
"If this evil nightmare can be sent to me in South America, I would be willing to double the compensation."
Zhou Qiusheng glanced at Hu Huan first. Hu Huan remembered the little girl Ju Ju who was caught by Yan Lingse, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "No!"
Mostima heard this immediately and asked: "Zhou Qiusheng, when will it be someone else's turn to make the decision for you?"
Zhou Qiusheng said calmly: "My illegitimate son!"
Hu Huan almost yelled, "Who is your illegitimate son?"
However, he also knew that Lian Qiao, one-on-one, and brother-in-law could not say these deceptive words in front of his old acquaintance Mostima, because the other party would not believe it at all.
Just as he understood Zhou Qiusheng and Zhou Qiusheng understood him, Mostema, Hu Huan and Zhou Qiusheng also understood each other very deeply.
Zhou Qiusheng is a famous spinster, how could he be a liaison with someone?
What's more, Ling Xiao is still here.
When Hu Huan was the son-in-law of the Demon Ling family, what should Ling Xiao think? Can he still have dinner with Sister Ling Xiao in the future?
Hu Huan wisely did not refute.
Mostima laughed in surprise, and then said: "You, the illegitimate son, also sympathize with that little girl?"
"It's not necessary. How about I give you a few internationally famous beauties, such as the golden finch of the Red Sun Group, the cardinal, and the peacock?"
Zhou Qiusheng sighed and said: "There is no need to discuss this matter. Do we still have to argue?"
Mortis was silent for a while and said, "Forget it, he's not my son anyway."
"Promised spirit, I will send you to Los Angeles as soon as possible. Be an old friend and you won't have to come to my base camp in South America."
Zhou Qiusheng cut off contact with Mostima with a faint press of his hand, and said to Hu Huan: "I will give you two percent."