The National Director is Mr. Perfect Chapter 311: Waste

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"Huhuhuhu..."

He Jiankang collapsed to the ground, breathing in fresh air.

However, he looked at Junci in uncontrollable horror.

Under the dim lights of the clubhouse, Jun Ci stood with his tall figure facing the light, causing He Jiankang to see Jun Ci's face clearly.

He could only vaguely see that group of black shadows, the substantial killing intent emanating from it.

He Jiankang, who has only threatened others' worth, is the first time he has truly experienced what it means to walk from the death line.

He felt that the boy in front of him really wanted to kill him!

This is terrible.

"You should thank you for the society under the rule of law."

The young man put his hand back in his pocket casually, walked in front of the magistrate's chair, and took the knife back.

He Jiankang shivered when he saw the brightness of the knife reflected by the light when it was put in her pocket.

Jun Ci walked up to him, smiling perfectly and touchingly.

If it's someone else, I'm afraid I can't help but want to bow down to her perfect face.

However, He Jiankang, who has just gone through the death line, seems to look good, it is also a fierce and evil face!

He saw Junci smiling at him, and all the guts in his heart were gone, and some were only panic. He took two steps back, his calves trembled, and his voice trembled: "You...what do you want to do? ?"

He Jiankang really regrets now.

Don't say that he is the most powerful person in the world, and when someone really wants to kill him, his heart is immediately persuaded.

What else is impossibly prestigious and arrogant.

What's more, Jun Ci is a crown prince. Just because of his aura, he doesn't know how many times it has crushed He Jiankang. With a condescending look down, for a moment He Jiankang thought he was a mouse living in the gloom of the smelly ditch.

"What do I want to do? Isn't it what He wants to do?"

As soon as the cold and deep words came out, He Jiankang instantly remembered that he had asked someone to tie Jun Ci back.

Thinking about the appearance of Jun Ci just now, and comparing it to the present, He Jiankang still doesn't understand that Jun Ci was deliberate.

He thought in an instant, dare not to sell his face, insist on putting the movie against Wanxian, this kind of person is not simple in itself, He Jiankang, when is he thinking about things, his mind is so simple?

He was immediately frightened. At this time, the cold sweat had soaked his entire fat body, and a fine silk pajama had been ruined.

"Jun...Master Jun said and laughed."

He Jiankang was stunned at this time, and his heart turned, he knew he had changed his mouth.

However, his mind turned fast, and Jun Ci did not sell his face: "He said what he said just now, saying that as long as I follow you, you are willing to let my movie be released as scheduled, and you are also willing to reduce Wanxian’s schedule. Oh my God, what a great honor!"

She pressed her thin lips together, and said funny words, but He Jiankang's heart was strained for a while.

The cold sweat ran down, he no longer knew what to do.

Suddenly, Jun Ci took out the knife again and squatted down in front of He Jiankang. The cold blade patted He Jiankang’s fat face, and he was so scared that He Jiankang would pee on the spot: "I know what you are. Ability, but hey, you have been in the imperial capital for so long, I believe you must have grown your mind, I am not sure, will come to you? He Jiankang, this time I will teach you a lesson, the next time, you will never want to know the consequences What is it."

"Shit!"

With a sneer, Jun Ci got up and left openly.

If it weren't for the crowds of people outside now, she would have known that she did it when she killed the fool, and there would be some unnecessary trouble.

Otherwise, she really doesn't mind doing it, but this kind of mindlessness is just scared and frightened, and can't raise the interest of letting her shoot.