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Text Twenty-six, look at my thin noodles, fight for jade

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    When Hu Huan was "treating guests", the Beijing office of the Soul Cult had become a mess.

    Tipmixi, one of the Twelve Dharma Kings, of course couldn't hide the fact that he went to find Zhou Qiusheng, but Tipmixi 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 the capital are Tipmixi's subordinates. Some people also thought of Zhou Qiusheng's terrible reputation. Tipmixi went to find Zhou Qiusheng, and then someone notified the headquarters.

    The response from the headquarters was very straightforward, asking the people in the Beijing office to eat whatever they want, to eat quickly, to do something quickly, and to hurry up if they have unfulfilled wishes.

    It is also suggested that the soul sect and the personnel stationed in the capital office should hurry up as much as possible and write the will first.

    Tipmisi is a new generation, but the Soul Sect is the professional sect with the most old antiques. Tipmixi is not afraid of Zhou Qiusheng. How can those old antiques not know how cruel this former colleague of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers is?

    This notice from the headquarters made most of the personnel stationed in the capital flustered on the spot.

    There are six high-level people in the capital office of the Soul Sect, all of whom are professionals, and more than a hundred ordinary staff. Although there are no professionals, they are also elite fighters with agility and skillful marksmanship.

    They had a simple meeting, and someone suggested on the spot that instead of doing anything else, they would simply raid Zhou Qiusheng.

    Just when the meeting here was at its most lively, the news of Tipmihi's death came back.

    It was Zhou Qiusheng's unlucky secretary who called.

    According to Zhou Qiusheng's instructions, after announcing the news of Tipmisi's death, she said three sentences on the phone: Little things from the Soul Sect, wash your necks and wait for me to slaughter them.

    The chaos of the soul sect came from this.

    Although the Soul Sect is in the capital, there are still six professionals, but there is no one who can match Tipmixi. There are five first-level and one second-level.

    The comparison of combat power between professionals has never been based on numbers. A third-tier professional can resist three or five second-tier professionals, and dozens of first-tier professionals.

    Tipmisi was killed, even if they tried their best to surprise Zhou Qiusheng, they would still be on the spot out of ten.

    The Beijing Office of the Soul Sect was already in chaos. At this time, an ocean phone call was made to Zhou Qiusheng's company.

    Zhou Qiusheng was chatting with Hu Huan, and he was quite dissatisfied when the female secretary asked him to answer.

    Although Siemens invented the cordless phone in 1993, there is no retail version on the market yet. If Zhou Qiusheng wants to answer the phone, he can only go to a place with a phone in person.

    Zhou Qiusheng said: "Tell the other party, I am with an old friend, and I am not free."

    A floating voice suddenly resounded in the air: "I'm an old friend too!"

    Zhou Qiusheng's expression was slightly serious, and he said in a low voice: "Mostima, long time no see, you are not enjoying the blessings in South America, why did you come to see me?"

    Of course it was impossible for the Mostima to rush over, but as an evil spirit, he was also one of the oldest batch. He was proficient in countless supernatural powers, and he could easily talk to Zhou Qiusheng directly through the telephone line.

    Although his ability can only talk, he cannot see the scene here.

    The voice in the air chuckled and said, "Old Zhou Yuan, I have a young guy from the new generation who may have offended you. Can you look at my thin face and let everyone turn hostility into friendship?"

    Hu Huan was slightly surprised. Of course he knew Mostima, who was a powerful figure in the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers and one of the five commanders of the army.

    It is also the only high-ranking Taiping Tianbing who has practiced the Youshen method.

    Hu Huan didn't speak, and even deliberately hid his own breath, so as not to be noticed by Mostima.

    He and Zhou Qiusheng are old friends, not Mostima.

    This "old acquaintance" who has practiced the Nether God Method may not have any kindness towards him. Now that Hu Huan is not strong enough, he does not want to meet this old friend face to face.

    Zhou Qiusheng said lightly: "Your Mostima's face is worth a step back from me. But Tipmisi came to me and uttered nonsense, which made me very angry. You follow the old rules and make compensation, and let's forget it."

    Mostima chuckled and said, "That's easy!"

    "With a mere compensation, Elder Zhou can give up killing and go to the headquarters of the Soul Sect. It is really worth the money."

    "I am overseas, and I can't apologize in person, so I sent all the staff stationed in Beijing to Elder Zhou."

    "These people have the divine restraint I set up in the early years!"

    "?Give you the spell of control, and you can drive them to do anything. This compensation is sincere, right?  "

    Zhou Qiusheng sneered and said, "You think everything."

    "What can I do with this bunch of trash?"

    "You can compensate me with a batch of spiritual objects."

    Mostima chuckled and said, "Alright, I was quite reluctant at first. Spiritual objects are much cheaper than them."

    "I have another unfeeling request. There is a Dharma king in my sect. His son failed to practice the Nether God method. He was supposed to be devoured and controlled him in turn."

    "If you can send me this nightmare to South America, I am willing to double the compensation."

    Zhou Qiusheng glanced at Hu Huan first, Hu Huan remembered that the little girl Juju who was caught by Yan Lingse couldn't help but sighed, and said, "No way!"

    Mostima heard this immediately and asked, "Zhou Qiusheng, when will it be your turn to make decisions for you?"

    Zhou Qiusheng said lightly: "My illegitimate son!"

    Hu Huan almost cursed, who is your illegitimate son?

    However, he also knew that Lianqiao, one-on-one, brother-in-law and other foolish words could not be said in front of his old acquaintance, Mostima, because the other party would not believe it at all.

    Just as he knew Zhou Qiusheng, and Zhou Qiusheng knew him, Mostima, Hu Huan and Zhou Qiusheng also understood each other very deeply.

    Zhou Qiusheng is a famous old virgin, how could he be a bridge with others?

    What's more, Ling Xiao is still there.

    When Hu Huan was the son-in-law of the Tianmo Ling's family, what should Ling Xiao think of it? 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 illegitimate child also sympathizes with that little girl?"

    "It's not necessary. Why don't I send you a few internationally famous beauties, such as the golden sparrow, cardinal, and peacock from the Red Sun Group?"

    Zhou Qiusheng sighed and said, "There is no need to discuss this matter. Do we still need to argue?"

    Motis was silent for a while, and said, "Forget it, he's not my son anyway."

    "The promised spirit, I will send you to Los Angeles as soon as possible, an old friend, and you will not use my South American base camp."

    Zhou Qiusheng cut off the contact with Mostima with a casual press, and said to Hu Huan: "You will share 20%."</div&gt
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