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Song Xingshu's body trembled suddenly, and his legs involuntarily took a few steps back. The vicissitudes of life kept waving, and said in a quiet voice: "Mr. Ye Qiu, you can't do it, you can't do it. If there is anything we can talk about it now..."

Ye Qiu didn't care about that much. When this old guy took the initiative to mention everything that the Ye family was destroyed fifteen years ago, he was destined not to live a stable life again. His good life was finally over, and what he would be greeted next was the crazy revenge of Hell Shura and endless judgment.

Ye Qiu waved his hand and the monk next to him instantly understood it. Although he was laughing and laughing, he kept making dirty jokes and was not serious, but Ye Qiu's orders were obedient and did not dare to neglect at all. His fat body suddenly acted and suddenly flashed in front of Song Xingshu, and pinched his throat.

Song Xingshu relied on being a master of ancient Chinese martial arts and thought about struggling in the monk's hands for a few times, but five seconds later, he found that all this was futile. The monk seemed to be smiling, but the power in his hand was comparable to a giant plier, which kept stuck him tightly, making him unable to lift any power in his hands and could not move at all.

"Old bastard, stop struggling. If you fall into our boss Ye Qiu's hands, do you still want to escape? I'm just crazy. Let me tell you this. The person who can escape from my boss is still in the womb and has not been born!" The monk slapped Song Xingshu in the face.

Song Xingshu's face was so hot that it hurt. It started to swollen in a moment. It was exactly the same as when he slapped Song Xingli just now. It was like a red bun. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak.

The monk's fingers were controlled very well, neither allowing him to suffocate and die, nor allowing him to breathe air. This was torture him, making him worse than death, or life was more uncomfortable than death.

"Ye Qiu, what are you going to do to my father? If you don't let him go, I will call the police!"

Seeing that his father was controlled like a lamb to be slaughtered, Song Chenyu, who was frightened by Ye Qiu, could not bear it anymore. At this time, he could not find any way to threaten Ye Qiu, and could only call the police to scare him.

However, Ye Qiu just smiled a few times, and his smile calmed down until it gradually solidified. His eyes suddenly stared at Song Chenyu sharply, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he said, "Song Chenyu, I haven't settled the score with you yet. You can't make any trouble. You can call the police to try it out and see if the police arrested you or me!"

Song Chenyu was speechless for a moment. Ye Qiu had the ability to send Song Chenming to the prison for three years of imprisonment, so he was naturally capable of sending him in. You must know that there was a handle in his hands. It would be a trivial matter to lie in a few years. If the old guy Xiao Mozheng knew about it, he might have something to do. It is still a question whether his life could be saved by then.

Seeing that the monk had controlled Song Xingshu, Ye Qiu didn't want to stay in the Song family hall any longer. He stood up and said to the silent Song family juniors: "I, Ye Qiu, are not an unreasonable person. My principle of dealing with people is to repay kindness and revenge with revenge. That boy Song Chenming violated my rebellious scales. He deserves his sins when he was in prison.

The same is true for your boss, Song Xingshu. When you shout in front of me, you must weigh your own weight. Even his arrogant look of shit cannot escape my palm.

As for you, I have no grudges with me in the past and have no grudges recently, I will not make things difficult for you, but if there are any people who are blind and want to avenge Song Xingshu, you can try it. I don’t mind playing with you......"

As soon as Ye Qiu said this, everyone didn't mean to try it. They all breathed a sigh of relief. They realized that the gap in strength between the enemy and us was too big. It was impossible to kill Ye Qiu now, so it was more important to save your life.

Seeing that everyone was covered with eggplant with frost, Ye Qiu lowered his head without saying a word, and turned to look at the mercenary team, with cold eyes and said, "What about you? Should you struggle before you die, fight to the death, or should you take the initiative to put down your gun and ask for a life?"

Before Ye Qiu could finish his words, the members of this Southeast Asian mercenary squad seemed to have agreed. Without any hesitation, they all threw the mk5 submachine gun in their hands to the ground. Some even took off the helmets on their heads and threw them out, asking Ye Qiu to spare them.

Song Xingshu, who was held in the monk's hand, finally showed a desperate expression. He turned his head and gave up even struggling to death.

His last life-saving straw was this mercenary team. Unexpectedly, after Ye Qiu threatened for a few words, they surrendered without hesitation. In the past, they thought these guys could go up to the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire for themselves, but now it seems that they are just a group of puppets driven by money.

Ye Qiu, who didn't care about so many people, left the Song family hall with his group of people as if no one else. Just now, Song Xingshu said, "You didn't come to the Song family whenever you want, and you could leave whenever you want. Now Ye Qiu saw that there was no difference. He left swaggeringly, and no one stopped him..."

After leaving the Song family, Ye Qiu looked at Ling Qingcheng, pressed his hands on the girl's shoulders, and said seriously: "Qingcheng, I know you have a lot of doubts now, but I really have some important things now. I promise that I will tell you these things in the future. Now is not the time.

In fact, there are some things for you. The less you know, the better. Let's go home later. If you forget everything you have born today, just pretend that nothing is born...'

Ye Qiu was still thinking about Ling Qingcheng. He knew that his identity would be announced sooner or later, but not now. For Ling Qingcheng, Ye Qiu didn't know who he regarded him as his own. He only knew that he didn't want this girl who looked casual and lonely on the outside to be hurt, even if it was a little bit.

Fortunately, Ling Qingcheng did not pout and act coquettishly as usual, and pestered Ye Qiu and insisted on asking why. She was a reasonable girl, but she was a little more slutty in her words. Now that she knew that Ye Qiu had important things, she would not be entangled.

"Yeah, I'll listen to you. I'll go back to the company later. I won't tell anyone about everything today, but you must be careful. I said I want to marry you..." Ling Qingcheng's beautiful eyes suddenly covered with a layer of mist and muttered.

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