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- This can be regarded as a little respite from the tension.
"Where are you going?" After Rigui restarted the car, he realized that he didn't seem to know the location.
"Cough coughcough cough" Yang Zongbao just wanted to speak, but he couldn't stop coughing: "It's such a heavy blow." Yang Zongbao complained.
"Huh?" The Japanese ghost didn't understand what kind of drama this was.
"Hehehehe" Yang Zongbao laughed and took the katana in his hand and started looking at it.
"Boss, if you bring the knife, will they hunt you down?" Rigui didn't know what Yang Zongbao was laughing at, but he just thought the boss was a little crazy.
"Pursuit? He dares."
Rigui was surprised, how confident the boss was that he said this.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t say anything, but made a phone call: ¡°What are you doing?¡±
¡°Boss, why don¡¯t you miss me after I haven¡¯t seen you for a long time? It¡¯s a shame that I miss you so much.¡±
Yang Zongbao almost threw away the phone. The voice on the other end of the phone was so evil that the man was tired of hearing it.
"Are you done?" Yang Zongbao interrupted the other party's chatter.
"That's it." Monk Hua stopped nagging with satisfaction.
"Tell me what's going on when you're done talking?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"My father is dead, and this is my inheritance. As soon as I get something good, of course I will share it with the boss." What Hua Monk said seemed to be a matter of course.
"Your father is dead?" Yang Zongbao noticed the information in Monk Hua's words.
"Yes." Hua Monk replied.
"Congratulations." Yang Zongbao knew where Monk Hua's heart was.
"Thank you. But be careful, that is indeed my person, but there is an heir. I can only promise not to hurt you, nothing else. But boss, I feel strange, why do you know it's me?" Monk Hua looked forward to it. ask.
"That sword is so obvious. I am blind and cannot see it." That samurai sword was so special that Yang Zongbao had only seen it in Monk Hua's comfort zone.
"Hehehe, it's good to know. The other successor of these people is the seed sown by my father outside." Monk Hua got to the point.
"Jonathan?" Yang Zongbao guessed.
"Hehe, boss, you also know." Monk Hua didn't think it was strange that Yang Zongbao knew.
"How could I not pay attention to the world's largest pharmaceutical manufacturer family?" Yang Zongbao felt that although the matter was not as troublesome as imagined, it was still tricky enough: "You can't call those things back?"
"Those things?" Hua Monk was dissatisfied: "Those things are works of art."
"Okay, how do you withdraw those works of art?" Yang Zongbao gradually lost patience.
"There's nothing I can do about this." Hua Monk said ruthlessly: "The most you can do is to prevent them from hurting you. You have to think of the method yourself. If you hadn't taken that knife, I guess it wouldn't be intact now."
"Okay, I understand." Yang Zongbao hung up the phone forcefully.
¡°Boss?¡± Rigui finally found a chance to speak.
"Go to the address above." Yang Zongbao handed over a business card.
Rigui took it and took a look. It was not far away: "Okay."
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The fit woman who was drinking tea in the store was surprised when she saw a car suddenly parked at the door. After seeing the people in the car getting out, her wrist shook, and then she immediately walked to the door of the store and waited.
"Chacha." Yang Zongbao walked up the stairs in front of a medieval store.
"Why are you looking for me?" Chacha's tone was unkind, but as soon as she said it, she immediately regretted it, fearing that the other party would really leave: "Come in and sit down."
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao accepted the invitation.
After Chacha entered the store with Rigui and Yang Zongbao, he hung a "cloesd" sign outside the store.
"Please sit down, what can you drink?" Chacha pretended to be generous.
¡°I didn¡¯t expect you to open a store.¡± Yang Zongbao sighed.
"Well, let's recycle some old things and sell them." Chacha tried her best not to be nervous: "What do you want from me?"
"I want to see Master Peng."
Yang Zongbao¡¯s words completely made Chacha¡¯s mood fall to the bottom. It took a long time before he said unhappily: "I have left Master Peng. I'm sorry, I can't help you."
¡°Then farewell.¡± Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t expect Chacha to help when he came over, he just wanted to try his luck.
"Wait, you just gave up?" Chacha couldn't believe it, Yang Zongbao didn't make any effort.
"You have already left Mr. Peng. If I let you go again, wouldn't I destroy you again?" Yang Zongbao opened the door of the store and changed the sign to "Poen".
Because of Yang Zongbao's actions, Chacha laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha" Crazy and thorough, and after crying again, Chacha finally stopped laughing: "John, you have defeated my army. Ah." Chacha found a coat, opened the door and went out.
¡°Boss, what should we do now?¡± When the visit was fruitless, Rigui was worried that Yang Zongbao might be desperate.
"Bring the guys with you and destroy the place." Yang Zongbao swung his samurai sword down. The blade split the air in the gap between the front seats. Rigui felt a chill on his face and broke into a cold sweat.
"Where?" Rigui asked weakly.
"" Yang Zongbao had his own opinion.
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"Master Peng, Chacha is here."
On the wooden balcony of a lakeside villa, Mr. Peng was drinking with his friends. Suddenly, his subordinate came to announce that Chacha had arrived.
"Haha, Master Peng, a beauty has arrived at my door again. You are so lucky." The person opposite Master Peng had an ambiguous look on his face.
"Women are very delicate. You can't live without money." Mr. Peng's health has improved a lot, his face is rosy, and it is almost impossible to tell that he had an operation half a year ago.
"Peng Ye's wife is still very skilled. But it's very difficult to get along in the Lower East Side now. It seems that everyone is not very obedient." The person opposite continued.
"It's not Dr. John who is causing trouble. I don't know what he is making trouble? It's better now. The people below are disobedient and the people above are exerting pressure. We are really the most pitiful group of people." Someone responded immediately, echoed.
"What are you talking about?" Mr. Peng threw his wine glass to the ground unhappily: "John saved people, including you and me. So you can't just say that others are wrong, right?"
Because Master Peng had spoken, the others did not dare to speak for the time being and looked at each other in shock. This is still the Lower East Side, and Mr. Peng is still the boss here.
"Master Peng." Chacha interrupted the discussion of several people.
"You guys go down first." Mr. Peng adjusted his sitting posture, preparing to welcome his small victory.
The others filed out, Chacha always faced the lake, unwilling to face Master Peng.
Master Peng was not happy. He was not here to seek peace. If she didn¡¯t come, no one forced her to come, so she couldn¡¯t afford to be embarrassed. Master Peng was unhappy, and his face turned cold: ¡°Why are you here? You didn¡¯t mean to leave me. ?"
"I said it, but now I'm here hoping you can help John." Chacha took a deep breath.
"John?" Mr. Peng thought about it carefully: "He's not dead yet?"
"Help him this time, I will never leave you again." Chacha's muscles tightened, as if she was making a very reluctant decision.
"You paid an unusual price for leaving me. Is it worth coming back for that John this time?" Mr. Peng was angry.
"It's worth it." Chacha replied with a clear face and a heartbeat.
"I remember that you didn't care about anything before, and nothing could enter your heart. I didn't expect that you would become popular now?" Mr. Peng felt sour all over his body.
"Master Peng" Chacha suddenly faced Master Peng straightly, startling him: "John saved you, your daughter, and the people of the Lower East Side, doesn't it count as a virtue if you help him once? "
"What if I say no?" Mr. Peng obviously meant to refuse.
Chacha had thought of this a long time ago and said to Master Peng: "Master Peng, you have killed a lot of people in your life, so you should accumulate some virtue for yourself. And I know that you are dissatisfied with me, but don't worry, I will use it." Action will make up for it." After Chacha said that, he jumped off the wooden balcony.
The lake surface stirred up a huge splash the moment Chacha entered the water. After the splash, Chacha was no longer around.
At first, Mr. Peng sat leisurely. He knew Chacha could swim. But after ten minutes passed, Chacha still hadn't come up from the lake. I understood what Chacha meant when he said he wanted to make up for himself, which was to repay with his life. Sure enough, I still can¡¯t keep people.
Master Peng suddenly shouted: "Here comes someone."
"Yes." Someone immediately stepped forward to obey.
"Assign 200 people to the person who is causing trouble in our territory. He can do whatever he wants." Master Peng finally spoke.
"yes."
After giving the instructions, Mr. Peng looked at the lake again: "Chacha, you are finally dead. You didn't know what you could die for before, but now, you have found it"
The lake is still calm, as if just nowIt looks like it has never swallowed a human being, it is still so green and full of vitality. How could Mr. Peng not know what was happening in the Lower East Side? It's just that the other party can't even offend Master Peng. Otherwise, why wouldn't you take care of John's hospital? Chacha's death made Mr. Peng determined that it could not be solved without bloodshed. In fact, Master Peng also wants to get his rights back. After all, in the Lower East Side, Master Peng still has the final say. If he shows weakness this time, Peng Ye's position in the Lower East Side will also become very delicate.
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Yang Zongbao sat in the car and watched the Japanese ghost run out of a nightclub, get into the car, and then drive.
"What's the number?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Three families. Blow up the bar." Rigui also looked excited. He hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time. It was still very satisfying to engage in a career he was familiar with again.
"I guess it will be soon." Yang Zongbao smiled.
¡°No, it¡¯s almost here, it¡¯s already here.¡± Rigui said, pointing forward.
Yang Zongbao applied the emergency brake.
A dense group of people gathered in front of the car.
Yang Zongbao opened the door and got off the car.
"I want to see Master Peng." Yang Zongbao said.
"No need, Master Peng asked me to give you some people, you can command them as you please." The person who spoke was an acquaintance of Yang Zongbao. When the epidemic broke out in the Lower East District, the people who followed Yang Zongbao, but now Yang Zongbao's appearance has changed a lot. The other party didn't see it for a moment.
"Oh?" Yang Zongbaocai was greatly surprised. He didn't expect Lord Peng to say so: "Now go to the entrance of Donglin Hospital and kill all the people surrounding it."
"Do you mean kill?" the young man asked.
Yang Zongbao said gloomily: "Yes."
"I understand." After the young man finished speaking, he waved and the group of people disappeared immediately.
"Boss why did you give us people?" Even the Japanese ghost couldn't figure it out with simple thinking and felt something was wrong, let alone Yang Zongbao.
"To be honest, I don't know. We'll wait and set off in half an hour." Yang Zongbao anticipated the scene he was about to see. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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