Wang Lang handed the cigarette box to the butler. The butler took it out and put it on his mouth. He asked Wang Lang to come for a lighter, lit it for himself, took a breath, and coughed even though he choked.

The housekeeper glanced at the cigarette and frowned.

"How much cigarette is this?"

"Seven dollars."

The butler twisted the cigarette butt, lowered his head and took a sip, and slowly spit it out.

"Don't let me go?"

Wang Lang sat on the steps, without replying, just smoking a cigarette.

The housekeeper took a sip of cigarettes, and after a long time, he whispered, "I'll surrender."

"No." Wang Lang looked at the gloomy sky.

"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?" the housekeeper asked tentatively.

Wang Lang grinned and bounced away, "Do you dare?"

The butler didn't say anything, just smoked a cigarette, sneaked into his arms with one hand, and slowly took out a pocket pistol. Before the gun was lifted up, Wang Langxin threw out a black card with his hand. The black card was accidentally inserted into the wall in the butler's ear, and a blood line slowly appeared on the top of his ear.

A bunch of hair fell neatly on the butler's shoulder, and Wang Lang still turned his back to the butler.

The butler coughed a few times, stuffed the gun back into his clothes, sighed softly, wiped the cigarette butt, and turned his head to look at everything in the villa.

"I have lived here for forty years. I thought I would die of old age here, but I didn't expect that I would die in prison for the rest of my life." The housekeeper smiled mockingly.

He got up and patted his butt. The housekeeper walked out of the gate and waved to a group of bodyguards, "It's gone, it's all gone. Where to come from, where to go."

But as soon as he arrived at the door of the villa, the butler suddenly took out the pocket pistol from his arms and shot his head, and blood and brain plasma splattered half of the door post.

No one expected that the sudden group of bodyguards would look at the fallen corpse of the housekeeper.

Xuanxuan stood at the door of the mourning hall and said to several bodyguards, "Do you have to bury Ma Bo, you are also a decent person during your lifetime."

Sitting gently beside Wang Lang, Xuanxuan said, "Wang Lang, can you find someone to buy Sima's property?"

"I have decided to donate all the money?" Wang Lang asked.

Xuanxuan nodded, "I have the hotel you gave me, the live broadcast of Crazy God, and can also market on Weibo. I can earn millions a year, which is enough for me to spend."

Wang Lang nodded.

"I'll do this for you."

"Can you do it now? I don't want to stay here for a moment. I want to go back to Yingxiang Apartment." Xuanxuan said.

Wang Lang took out his cell phone, checked his mobile phone number online, and dialed it through.

After a blind voice, a woman answered the phone, "Hello, this is Yilong Group. What do you need to serve you?"

"I'll look for Lin Qingyun." Wang Lang was straight to the point.

"The president is having a meeting."

"You go find him and say Wang Lang asked him to answer the phone." Wang Lang said again.

There was a moment of silence over there, "Sir, the President is holding a very important meeting. Do you have any words to convey? I can convey it for you."

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "Girl, I didn't argue with you. I really look for Lin Qingyun. I am Wang Lang. I have worked in Yilong before and are the security captain."

There seemed to finally remember it and hesitated for a moment, "Sir, please wait."

Five or six minutes later, the phone was transferred, "Xiao Wang, what's the matter?"

"Do you have any spare money in Yilong?" Wang Lang asked directly.
Chapter completed!