The City’s Invincible Soldier King Chapter 559: Hanging one by one

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"Dragon Scale, what else do you want to do?" Chen Jie slowly turned around and asked dejectedly.

"Don't worry." Dragon Scale is still smiling, smiling very brightly.

In the eyes of the crowd, this is the smile of the devil.

He is a super demon from the bottom hell!

Chen Jiefang was standing by the gate, looking at the big screen with a gloomy face

The information prompt sounded again, and Longlin turned on the phone again to project the web page on the big screen.

The link opened, and the flames skyrocketed.

Lao Mao Ziguo's news anchor was talking eloquently.

Long Lin coughed, cleared his throat, and read aloud, "It just happens that my level of Russian is pretty decent, so I can make a guest appearance as a simultaneous translator."

"In the early hours of this morning, the No. 3 oil well under the Yicang Group in the Sametlor oilfield suddenly exploded, causing a fire, and the fire spread rapidly, further igniting the five oil wells under the Yicang Group..."

Chen Jiefang's figure flickered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the translator's eyesight and hands were quick, and he held the old man.

After a while, Chen Jiefang recovered from the successive blows, and said sullenly, "In this round, the Chen family surrendered."

"Give up? Chen Dong is too optimistic, right?" Long Lin smiled again, but this time, his smile was as cold as polar ice.

Chen Jiefang couldn't help but angrily said, "Dragon Scale, what do you want?"

"You die, I die." Long Lin stared at Chen Jiefang and said word by word.

Chen Jiefang smiled angrily, "Young people are bold."

The phone rang suddenly, but it was Chen Jiefang's call.

The corner of the dragon scale's mouth quietly outlines an arc that is not easy to detect.

What happened again?

The crowd glanced at Longlin, then all turned to look at Chen Jiefang.

The crowd couldn't hear Chen Jiefang's voice, but it was not difficult to see from Chen Jiefang's expression that something serious happened to the Chen family.

The phone quickly hung up, and Chen Jiefang's figure shook violently again and almost fell to the ground.

Chen Jiefang's expression became lonely, and in the loneliness, there was a clear look of despair.

What happened?

The crowd was full of curiosity, but they couldn't help feeling that their backs were chilling.

The dignified Chen family, a top business family with hundreds of billions of assets.

Although the people present are basically Chinese businessmen, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to compare with the Chen family. Most of the others are far behind the Chen family.

The result? The dignified Chen family is down to this point.

Chen Jiefang didn't say any harsh words, just stared at the dragon scales for more than ten seconds.

"Let's go." Chen Jiefang withdrew his gaze from Longlin's face, said weakly, and suddenly became tens of years old.

"Old things, go slowly and don't give them away." Hermes yelled, "By the way, the 30 billion Chinese yuan that was used to attack Yihao was also caused by Laozi behind the scenes, but, The amount is too small, and you can lose money at will. Therefore, I don’t bother to pay attention to it. I just let a novice who has just learned cao trading take that little money to buy some experience."

"Ahem..."

Chen Jiefang couldn't help it anymore, coughing violently, and the translator quickly handed over a few white napkins.

The paper towel was taken away, bright red and dazzling.

"Fuck, is it vomiting blood?" Hermes said with disdain, "It's **** boring to play with you old stuff."

"Chairman, are you okay?" The translator asked Chen Jiefang with concern.

Learing to be mad at himself, Chen Jiefang hurriedly swallowed the blood pouring into his throat and walked out of the hotel lobby without saying a word.

The dramatic result, an unexpected shocking counterattack.

No one could have imagined that the Chen family, a famous super business family in China, would be b to this extent by a little-known little person.

What is low-key is the best show off? This is a living example.

If you don't sing, you will be dead, and you will die if you sing.

The crowd looked at the dragon's gaze in awe.

Following Chen Jiefang's embarrassing position, the enemies of Longlin didn't dare to stay anymore.

Nobita Miura, Xi Zhenbei, Derek, and Tieqihe all got up one after another and walked toward the hall door in a hurry.

"Did I let you go?" Long Lin stared at the four of them and shouted coldly.

Tie Qihe asked angrily, "Dragon Scale, what do you want?"

"Tie Dong, for the sake of your sister's face, I don't care about you this time, but I have a word for you."

"You said."

"Commercial competition depends on your ability. There is competition to make progress. I will never interfere." Longlin stared at Tie Qihe and slowly said, "But if you dare to use despicable means beyond the scope of business to deal with For Xi Wanting, I don’t mind using various forces to completely crush Qianhe technology."

Tie Qihe angrily said, "I'm not that mean."

"This is best, please."

"Humph." Tie Qihe snorted coldly and strode away.

"President Derek, the same is true for you." Dragon Scale stared at Derek and said seriously, "Business means you can play, but this is China. If you dare to use other means, I will let you forever Stay in China."

Derek wanted to fight back against the dragon scales with his status as a citizen of country M, but seeing Hermes still standing on the chair, Derek decisively chose a person who knows the current affairs as a master.

In front of the dignified financial emperor, what is the identity of a citizen of country M? Derek, also a financial elite, knows exactly what the financial emperor means.

In the capital market, killing is invisible.

His old man was unhappy, and went to Maye’s stock market to set off a vicious wind. Not to mention becoming the door-to-door son-in-law of the Maye Group’s president, I’m afraid he wants to be an ordinary employee in the Maye Group, and the Maye Group dare not take him in.

Derek said sullenly, "I remember."

"Please."

Derek didn't even dare to hum, and left the reception dingy.

"Miura-kun, since you have changed your surname, you have long forgotten that you are still a Chinese, and you completely regard yourself as a native island pug, then go back to the island country. China does not welcome you. An island nation who has forgotten his ancestors."

"Dragon Scale, what qualifications do you have to drive me out?" Nobita Miura said angrily, "I am a citizen of an island country. I come to China through a formal visa. You are not eligible to let me leave unless the Miura Group calls I'm back home."

Long Lin shook his head and said disdainfully, "Say you are an island dog, you are really a dog through and through. The national and personality of China are all defeated by a pug like you without a backbone. "

Nobita Miura shouted angrily, "Dragon Scale, you respect it, otherwise, I will complain to the embassy of the island country that you insult the citizens of the island country."

Dragon Scale grabbed the microphone abruptly and threw it heavily.

"Ah..."

Howling of pain, shaking the hall.

Nobita Miura hugged his stomach and fell to the ground in pain.

The dragon scale jumped off the rostrum abruptly, rushed over, punching and kicking mercilessly.

"Ah..."

Nobita Miura hugged his head, curled up, lying on the ground like a dog afraid of being beaten, letting dragon scales punch and kick.

After nearly three minutes of beating, the dragon scales stopped beating, but suddenly raised his right foot, slammed Miura's right hand firmly and crushed it hard.

"I ask everyone a question, please answer honestly." Long Lin scanned the crowd one by one, smiled and asked, "Did you see Miura-kun being beaten?"

"No." The crowd replied in unison.

"It seems that I saw Miura-kun drank a lot of alcohol and then fell heavily. Have you seen it?"

The crowd returned again in unison, "I saw it."

"I'm the person who hates someone to say one thing and do one thing." Dragon Scale slowly scanned the crowd again, then turned to look at Hermes, and asked with a smile, "Hermes, you Do you hate such people?"

"Who **** dared to stab him in the back, I took the money to kill him." Hermes said arrogantly, "Anyway, I don't need money, so if it's a big deal, I will throw a thousand and eighty billion dollars for fun. Hey, Quandang I lost the gambling in the casino."

Dragon Scale and Hermes both gave Chi Guoguo the threat.

One method is full of advantages, friends all over the world;

A thief is rich, and rich is annoying.

Compared with offending the two, it is undoubtedly the best choice to use false evidence to frame an island dog.

But Dragon Scale stared at the crowd again, and said seriously, "There are many people, and I still don't feel relieved, so let's not make me embarrassed, each of you come up and kick this dog."

The crowd is speechless.

"You are the first to go." Hermes pointed to a man in his forties and said loudly.

Businessmen are chasing profits, few reliable ones,

Long Lin took out his cell phone and started taking pictures seriously.

The man didn't hesitate at all, and then strode over and kicked Nobita Miura's buttocks.

"Dragon Scales, you..." Nobita Miura roared furiously.

"There is so much nonsense." Long Lin lifted his right foot and stepped **** Nobita Miura's cheek, directly preventing him from speaking.

Under the enthusiastic gaze of Dragon Scale and Hermes, the crowd walked over one by one, kicking Miura Nobita in a light or heavy kick.

The last one was Xi Zhenbei. He hesitated for a while before he walked up and gave a kick.

As soon as Xi Zhenbei lifted his right foot, Long Lin picked up a bottle of Moutai, squeezed Miura's mouth open, and poured the entire bottle of Moutai into Miura's stomach.

"Wine is the essence of food, the more you drink, the younger you get, the island country dog ​​slave, I'm good to you, right?" While talking, Long Lin opened another bottle of Lafite, and all poured into Nobita Miura's belly brutally.

"Island dog slaves, in order to stay youthful forever, be a good dog for a few more years, drink this bottle too?"

The dragon scale bit open a bottle of beer hard, and poured it fiercely into Nobita Miura's mouth.

"A bottle is ten years younger. Let's have another bottle."

Long Lin unscrewed a bottle of fifty-three degrees Moutai, and forcibly poured it into Nobita Miura.

In just a few minutes, Nobita Miura was forcibly poured into two bottles of white wine, one bottle of red wine, and one bottle of beer by the dragon scales. Not only was it uncomfortable, but his stomach was burning with pain.

The dragon scale finally released Nobita Miura.

"Oh..."

Nobita Miura stepped forward and rushed to the bathroom, but before he rushed into the bathroom, Nobita Miura couldn't help it, vomiting heartbreakingly at the garbage in the aisle.

The crowd was disgusted collectively, but it was more of a chill after another.

The devil!

This guy looks delicate, but he gets up, but he is truly a devil.

"Dong Xi, it's your turn." Long Lin played with the empty Moutai bottle with great interest, looked at Xi Zhenbei, and said with a smile.