The first thousand five hundred and eighty-fifth chapters reach an agreement
After a few minutes, Shinzo Abe raised his head again, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said slowly: "General He, you are late. Princess Kako has already decided to marry a wealthy heir in the United States...hehe66..."
"Really?" The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly, evoking an inexplicable sneer. He had received the news a long time ago. Although it has been several years, Jia Zi is still his woman and cannot be tolerated by anyone. "
Is the chaebol very rich? Go and tell him that if he dares to touch the person I like, I will kill him with money in minutes."
Nima.
The corner of Shinzo Abe's mouth twitched obviously. It is true that the Rothschild family is very rich, but how rich can it be compared to China? You know, this guy is the number one person in the Chinese military and controls the Korean Peninsula.
In large areas of Indonesia and Vietnam, it is estimated that no family can match the wealth.
"You still have five minutes."
The bodies of Shinzo Abe and other little devils trembled obviously, and they all stared at He Zhenzhong angrily. If looks could kill, then He Zhenzhong would have died countless times.
"We can't make a decision immediately on such a big matter." Shinzo Abe snorted. He was really getting angry. He had never seen such a bully in his life.
He Zhenzhong shrugged, with a look of regret on his face, and said lightly: "You can't make a decision. I, Huaxia, am very good at making this decision."
"You, you, you are bullying others too much. He he 66" Abe shivered with anger, raised his hand and pointed directly at He Zhenzhong. Even if his wife went to a nightclub to find a man, he had never been so angry.
"So what?" He Zhenzhong's expression did not change at all. He looked at Shinzo Abe and snorted coldly: "You have only two choices, either agree to my conditions, or we will meet on the battlefield."
Click, click.
Shinzo Abe clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles. This was a great shame and humiliation. Not only him, but also the entire Empire of Japan and all the people of the Yamato nation were so threatened that they could not even say a harsh word. Is it possible?
Isn't it sad?
"Thirty seconds left."
"Twenty seconds."
Tick tock, tick tock.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans were constantly dripping down from Shinzo Abe's forehead, falling to the floor, blooming, and splashing. He looked as if he had just climbed out of the water, and his whole body was drenched.