"Boss, do you want to teach that kid a lesson?" Someone suggested: "We can't touch him, but the little girl next to him has no special identity. It's better..." His tone showed cruel and viciousness.

The man vomited a mouthful of boredom, and the smoke blurred his gaze. He said with interest, "Oh?"

"Boss, I think this is feasible. I throw the little girl into the sea and let the bastard know that his mother is the noble prince. Once it falls into our hands, it will become a quail!"

The man raised his legs and looked at the two subordinates who made the suggestion, and his tone seemed very regretful: "What you said makes sense...but it's a bit difficult..."

"Boss, what conditions did the other party give? Why should we be so polite to such a young boy?"

The man looked a little weird and smiled coldly: "No conditions were given..."

The room was quiet, and then someone shouted and turned around and walked out: "I'll go and chop off the hand that was calling him now!"

"The other party did not give any conditions, but said one thing..." The man pressed the cigarette butt with sparks in his hand on the coffee table, crushing it several times, with a rare expressionless face: "If we touch a piece of hair of this child, he will flatten the entire sea area power!"

There was another quiet in the room.

The silence time this time was longer than last time. The man who had already walked outside the door seemed to be angry and pulled out his gun: "Mom, I'm going to kill that little bastard now. I dare to despise the power of the sea so much..."'

"But I'm scared." The man said the next sentence cut off the murderous steps he walked out.

Everyone stared at the man sitting on the sofa, thinking that he had auditory hallucinations.

This man said he was scared?

How is this possible?

After so many years of surrounds, he has never seen any battle with them? His cruel killing and bloody killings have not changed his face. How could he be afraid?

This joke must not be funny!

The man sneered at the corner of his mouth. Thinking of the palpitations at that moment, he seemed to hear the call of Satan from the abyss of hell. The coldness of evil made his heart feel tighter for the first time in thirty years... A few traces of vicious and sharpness were revealed in the eagle-like eyes: "Don't touch those two children! No one is allowed to touch one of their hair before that person comes to the door!"

The nearly furious voice was filled with a strange sense of expectation and excitement, and the man's eyes emitted a fierce green light like a wolf in the faint light.

How exciting should a person who makes him feel feared by just his voice?

He picked up the wine on the table and took a big mouthful of it, tightened his fists, and I'll wait for you!

...

No matter what kind of disaster happens to humans, the earth will still turn, the sun will still rise, and the sun will still be prosperous, and the rain and dew that will bring blessings to all things will still appear. However, some people are happy to see them, and some are sad and angry when they see them.

China, the imperial capital.

In Qiye Manor, a tender and crisp voice sounded early in the morning: "Mom, Dad, Brother Bubble, it's time to set off!"
Chapter completed!