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    [Something happened yesterday and I owe an update. I will make up for it tomorrow.  Please subscribe.  Thanks to brother celinzi for your monthly pass.  ] After the offensive was over, the ground was full of people.  Tieniu carried the bloody pole and returned to Meng Yuanqiu.  Meng Yuanqiu's men were injured less than twenty, and Wei Jun's men were completely wiped out. There were moaning and wailing gangsters everywhere. Using these elites from the world to deal with these gangsters was like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.  Meng Yuanqiu was also horrified. He knew Le Baiyuan's identity very well. It was only natural that Le Baiyuan's people could fight. Meng Yuanqiu was also a general under the Dragon King back then. He knew the difference between the Dragon King's crew and these people under him.  But what he didn't expect was that a big man randomly sent by Mr. Niu Haoling had the courage to be invincible.  Half of the people in the field were knocked down by this man named Tieniu. Regardless of height, fat or thin, they were all knocked down with a pole. Not even Wei Jun, the man who even he was afraid of.  Avoid the Iron Ox's pole.  Strong!  This is simply a humanoid machine!  He won and killed Wei Jun. The Dragon Group, which had lost the protection of the Dragon King, would be a piece of fat in his eyes. When he supported the eldest son to control the Dragon Group, the next moment would be the moment for him to deal with the shipping group.  The shipping group is the core industry of Dragon King.  Although the Julong Group has tens of billions of assets, it pales in comparison to the Shipping Group, because the assets of the Shipping Group are still unknown. This is why the Dragon King Xie Yanglong became the richest man in Fushoutang.  No matter what era it is, the ocean has always been a hugely profitable industry.  "King Mengtian! King Mengtian!" Hundreds of gangsters watched their overwhelming victory, and they were all inexplicably excited. They didn't know the identities of Tieniu and others, and thought these fierce men were their elder brother's.  Everyone was as excited as if they had been given a shot of blood. With such a strong man here, wouldn't it be enough to make them stink in the future?  Meng Yuanqiu knew it was time to show off, so he jumped onto a car on the side of the road and shouted loudly: "I, Old Meng, were born and lived in Qinglao. I originally washed my hands in the golden basin and stopped interfering in political matters, but Wei Jun  This scoundrel took advantage of my boss's old age and put him under house arrest. He also tried to blackmail the emperor into ordering the princes. I, Lao Meng, don't know much about literacy, but I know how to write the word "gratitude"! If I don't stand up at this time, how am I different from a beast?  "Brother is right!" "Brother, we listen to you!" A group of uneducated young men were immediately bewitched by Meng Yuanqiu, and they screamed and waved the things in their hands.  Meng Yuanqiu pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "I know that many of you are now responsible for the group's properties. You can help me because you think highly of me. From now on, everyone will share weal and woe, and I, Lao Meng, will share the same honor and disgrace."  The food is all yours!" By the time Meng Yuanqiu's declaration of sworn oath was over, Tieniu had already quietly left with his people. They were not suitable to interfere in too many things. After sending Meng Yuanqiu to this height, we will see what happens next.  Meng Yuanqiu has his own ability.  Ultimately, this is an internal struggle of the Xie family. The Xie family will not and dare not invite government forces to enter, because this is inviting wolves into the house. No matter how much trouble Meng Yuanqiu makes, the foundation of the Xie family will not change. However, if government forces intervene, it is very likely that  It will lead to the Xie family's gray industry being exposed to the public. This is an information society, and caution is paramount.  "Come, old man, have some porridge." In the luxuriously decorated underground living room of a villa in the suburbs of Quan City, Xie Yanglong was sitting on the sofa with an expression on his face. Niu Haoling placed a bowl of Tremella soup in front of Xie Yanglong and said with a smile: "  It¡¯s been almost a week, and the news outside has long passed. You should stay here for a while.¡±  , he said with a mouthful: "Old man, please stop pretending to be angry. Every time you pretend to be angry, it will make me think that you are playing dirty tricks." Xie Yanglong is a very tolerant person. He rarely loses control of his emotions. In just seven days  During that time, he had escaped four times by trickery, and the most perfect one was when he had escaped to the villa lawn.  Now that every exit of the underground living room is guarded by two Hongye members, Xie Yanglong is now at his wits end.  Xie Yanglong sneered and said: "I really didn't expect that your background in Qizhou is so big." He said angrily in his heart: Am I being mean?  You, heare full of bad intentions!  Niu Haoling flattered us with a smile and said: "It's mutual. The Dragon King is missing. That's like dropping a bomb in Qizhou. If I hadn't hid in time, I would have been blown to pieces by now."  ¡± Niu Haoling¡¯s statement is not an exaggeration. The consequences of catching Xie Yanglong are indeed beyond Niu Haoling¡¯sLing expected that if Young Master Lian Jinlian hadn't exerted all his pressure, Xie Yanglong might have returned to Julong Group, sitting in a clean and bright office, thinking about how to kill Niu Haoling.  In order to suppress this incident, Lian Jin paid a heavy price, and the political price was often much heavier than the monetary price. This is why the senior figures in Qizhou gave up the Xie family's heavy sums and chose to sit back and watch.  This time, Lian Jin gave up at least three provincial and ministerial seats.  Therefore, Lian Jin was already scolding Niu Haoling for his actions.  Xie Yanglong was leaning on the sofa, and the old man babbled: "You can block the waves of the Yamen, but can you block the waves of the rivers and lakes?" Yamen, this ancient word comes from the mouth of an old man, giving people a very distant feeling.  Very ancient feeling.  Niu Haoling chuckled and said: "Jianghu? You mean Fushoutang? Don't worry, I have five big bosses supporting me now. Your matter is no longer a matter that Fushoutang takes seriously." "Really? Mo  The teacher said that when cracks appear inside Fushou Tang, it is when Fushou Tang faces crisis. "Xie Yanglong closed his eyes and suddenly seemed much older.  "What Mr. Mo said is really good!" Niu Haoling applauded.  Xie Yanglong¡¯s next words made the smile on Niu Haoling¡¯s face disappear.  "Mr. Mo said that when Fu Shoutang faces a crisis, that's when he appears." Xie Yanglong still lay on the sofa with his eyes closed and said slowly.  "Um - I'd like to ask, who is this Mr. Mo?" Niu Haoling felt a sense of danger in his heart. Could the person who was so respected and respected by the Dragon King be an ordinary person?  ??Could it be said that this Mr. Mo is the biggest supporter of Fushoutang?  "He? He is the honorary master of Fushou Hall." After Xie Yanglong said this, he stopped talking.  No matter how Niu Haoling seduced and guided him, and even jumped naked and took off his clothes, Xie Yanglong no longer opened his eyes. Looking at the current situation, Xie Yanglong had high regard for Mr. Mo.  Niu Haoling tried his best and finally gave up.  When he walked out of the underground living room, he was still wondering who Mr. Mo was. He called Le Baiyuan to ask, but the latter knew nothing.  After hanging up the phone, Le Baiyuan muttered: "Mr. Mo? What Mr. Mo?" "Boss, what's wrong?" Le Baiyuan's driver Sun Ze turned around and asked.  Le Baiyuan shook his head and said, "I don't know. Let's go back first and hold a shareholders' meeting to discuss investment matters related to entering Quan City." "Yes." Sun Ze started the car and drove towards the national highway.  The vehicle traveled more than thirty miles when a short and sturdy man, only about 1.7 meters tall, suddenly appeared at the national highway crossing. The man was carrying a very ordinary wooden board, which was more than two meters long and only about one meter wide.  Standing on the roadside with an expressionless face, and with his brown skin and figure, he looked like a stone block.  Sun Ze smiled and said, "That person in front is so strange." Le Baiyuan's eyes followed Sun Ze's, and something strange suddenly happened.  The stone pillar that was originally standing on the roadside suddenly moved. He ran to the middle of the road in a few steps. The wooden board in his hand was placed diagonally on his back at a 45-degree angle, just in front of the vehicle Le Baiyuan was riding.  "Squeak!" Sun Ze slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel.  Unfortunately, the process happened so quickly that no remedial measures could take effect.  The two wheels on the right side of the Audi pressed against the sloping wooden plank. As the short and sturdy man exerted force on his back, the Audi, which weighed two tons, was abandoned high. Using the traction of the wooden plank, it rolled over to the side of the road.  "What's going on?" The Audi car has strong earthquake resistance. Le Baiyuan was more shocked than afraid. He turned his head and saw only a pair of feet walking slowly over.  "Bang la la" An iron drill smashed the cracked car window glass. The short and stocky man reached in to open the car door and pulled Le Baiyuan out.  "Who are you?" Le Baiyuan forced himself to calm down.  The short and stocky man said coldly: "You go by yourself, or I knock you out and take you away." "Who are you?" Le Baiyuan asked again in a deep voice.     Snapped!  The stocky man raised his hand, knocked Le Baiyuan unconscious to the ground, picked him up and walked away.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, Le Baiyuan woke up leisurely and found that he was in a quiet hall, filled with the ancient smell of mahogany and the unique fragrance of wood.  When I raised my head, I saw an Eight Immortals offering table with peeling paint in front of me. At the front of the offering table was a set of calligraphy characters the size of a millstone - righteousness!  !  !  Around the word "righteousness", there are two lines of couplets. The first couplet means that there will be no questions about the world in this life, and the second couplet means that everything will flow in the past.  See thisAfter reading the couplet, Le Baiyuan's face turned pale. He seemed to realize something, understood something, and his legs could not help but tremble.  Isn¡¯t this just a legend in Fushou Hall?  This is an almost mythical figure. He is an alien existence in Qizhou¡¯s world and the founder of Qizhou¡¯s underground order. To be precise, he is a top gangster who has broken away from his identity in the world!  Reaching the top of any industry is equivalent to the existence of God, and so is he.  Outsiders call him Mr. Mo, and this quiet hall is called Mingtang.
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