Eight o'clock in the morning on the third day.

Lin Qingqing and the other three sat down at a long table covered with luxurious breakfast items.

I saw a newspaper on the table.

Lin Qingqing picked it up and glanced at it, pausing only for a second at the news about the Chinese cargo ship hiding dangerous goods, then threw the newspaper on the table.

With a confident look on his face, he picked up the milk and took a sip.

Dong Hui glanced at the information in the newspaper and paused with his hand holding the Wagyu steak.

Meng Yang followed his gaze and looked at him, his eyes widening.

He blurted out several verses of the national treasure and devoured several plates of Butania blue lobster before he calmed down his anger.

Finish breakfast.

Meng Yang came to the housekeeper Horn and asked him to get some of the latest model pistols so that he could practice shooting.

Horne accepted the offer respectfully.

Half an hour later, a shooting range was set up in the back garden of the villa.

Various newest guns were placed on the long table for selection.

Next to the table were four boxes of bullets of various types.

Horn thoughtfully prepared four targets.

Meng Yang, Dong Hui, and Jiang Haixia didn't hesitate to pick up their pistols and practice with live ammunition.

The fight ended only when a mountain of eggshells piled up in front of the three men and Horn fired twice.

The queen immediately told Horn to prepare lunch.

Today we ordered thousand-year-old wild ginseng stewed with sea cucumber, two kilograms of white truffles, twenty bear paws... and so on. We ordered more than twenty dishes.

Prepare four servings of each.

He also asked Horn to get ten rocket launchers and ten shells so that they could practice artillery in the afternoon.

Horn hesitated for a moment, then immediately prepared.

Here, Horn ordered people to prepare the ingredients and went to the manor next door.

Luo Feidi: "You said that woman's subordinates want a cannon?"

Horn bowed and nodded.

Luo Feidi waved his hand without caring: "Give it to them. I want to see what they can do."

Now the competition is about who can keep calm.

Horn paused. Flanders, who was sitting beside him, said worriedly, "Father, Lin Qingqing is not a pushover. If you ask the government to retaliate against China, it might aggravate her rebellious mentality. Her methods are not simple."

It is impossible to give the three members of the S family the right to speak, and don't use such means to force Lin Qingqing.

He does not recommend this approach.

From Lin Qingqing's previous behavior, it can be seen that she only responds to soft tactics and not hard ones.

Luo Feidi snorted coldly.

"Doesn't she care about China?"

"Then I'll start with Huaguo and see if she can hold her composure. If she still wants to take over the third power of the family, it's impossible even in her dreams!"

Flanders pressed his forehead.

All right.

Someone has to compromise anyway.

He just treated it as a big show.

Half past one.

"Bang……"

"Bang……"

"Bang……"

The sound of artillery shells woke up the nap of Rofidi.

He called out to his personal assistant in shock: "Charles, what happened outside?"

A middle-aged man in a high-end suit walked quickly into the luxurious bedroom and said with his head slightly lowered, "The sound of the gunfire came from the villa."

“Bang, bang, bang…”

"Bang……"

"Bang……"

As he was speaking, a burst of artillery fire was heard again.

"Rebellion, rebellion!"

Luo Feidi, wearing silk pajamas and velvet slippers, stormed out of the bedroom.

The back garden of the villa.

Lin Qingqing was holding a book, sitting under a parasol and reading attentively.

Not far away, Meng Yang and Jiang Haixia were carrying the latest model of rocket launchers and firing them all over the garden.

"This domestic product is different. It's twice as lethal as the rocket launchers made in our country, and its range is more than ten meters longer."

When Flanders ran over, he saw the beautifully maintained small garden, which looked like a post-war ruin.

There is not a single piece of good land.

In the corner, Lin Qingqing was sitting under a parasol, concentrating on reading a book as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Flanders had a headache and pressed his forehead.

He waved his hand to let the bodyguards step back.

"Bang……"