"He's still your brother, so you don't have to be so cruel, right?"

The charming color and the smell of cigars spread in room 8888, and the smoke slowly rose and swirled on the ceiling.

Pei Zhicheng, who was excluded from the center of power by Pei Zhonghuan, is the X factor in this power struggle.

"Hmph, that old bastard Pei Zhonghuan, he's leaving me, his first wife's son, behind. He's keeping a mistress outside, and he doesn't care how I live. I've been neglected since I was a child. This is my only precious son, and he will definitely be the most powerful heir to the Pei family in the future!"

"And that Song Xijiao, instead of taking good care of my son, she's hooking up with that jerk Pei Zhiting. Since they're both so heartless, why should I even consider our blood relationship?"

"I'm looking for help for my precious son. Do you think I'm trying to kill that old immortal Pei Zhonghuan?"

Pei Zhicheng looked at the information in his hand, his eyes as deep as a cold pond.

Who would have thought that the silent Pei Zhicheng had secretly conquered so many corporate executives with his iron-blooded tactics.

Huang Hua doesn't care about that. What he wants is money, a large sum of money. He wants to make a big profit from the Pei family.

Pei Zhiting suddenly said, "Mr. Huang, let's make a deal."

"What?"

"Why don't you help me find him? I'm very familiar with the United States, and I can use my identity to help all of you get American green cards. I can also introduce you to important overseas resources of the Xiting Group."

Huang Hua supported himself on the sofa with one hand and said, "I'm not interested."

"Then I'm interested, can you help me?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"You can understand it that way."

The veins on the back of Huang Hua's hand bulged as he stared at Pei Zhiting intently. After a while, he said, "Okay, I'll help you."

“It’s a pleasure to work with you.”

Pei Zhiting stood up, buttoned his shirt with one hand, and left.

Huang Hua held a cigar in his hand, veins popping out on the back of his hand. He muttered to himself, "Pei Zhiting, you little bastard..."

Pei Hetong always thought that Pei Zhicheng was a coward, until one day last year, he heard Pei Zhicheng talking on the phone, his words full of cruelty and perversity.

"As long as Pei Zhiting dies, everything in the Pei family will be yours." Pei Zhicheng said viciously.

When he was a child, people in the circle said that he had an incompetent father. Pei Hetong despised his father from the bottom of his heart, so he tried his best to make friends with Pei Zhiting and tried to improve this tense relationship.

Now tell him, son, your dad is not incompetent, but an advocate of everything.

Oh.

Satire.

Pei Zhicheng smiled at him and said, "I have endured for many years just for this moment."

"Dad, what are you going to do?" Pei Hetong had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Not doing anything? It's just... can Pei Zhiting still be as proud as he is now? Without Pei Zhiting, the Pei family will fall apart, and I will be the only heir of the Pei family."

Pei Hetong was shocked and panicked, but Pei Zhicheng didn't give him any chance.

He made a phone call and said, "The people are ready, we can close the net."

Pei Hetong watched all this in horror. He stood up and tried to run, but it was too late.

Someone came in and took Pei Hetong away.

Pei Zhiting has a habit of never taking a plane unless he is going abroad. He would rather spend twenty or thirty hours on a business trip by train than take a plane.

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid of flying."

"Fear of flying?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid the plane will fall."

"puff."

It’s strange that Song Xijiao can take the high-speed rail and bullet train, but she vomits as soon as she takes a plane.

She came out of Exit B of the train station, which was a crossroads. After comparing the license plate number, she got into the business car sent by the company.

The business car turned into a secluded road. She looked around and the quiet environment made her alert. She felt that the silence around her was abnormal.

“Click…”

The car doors and windows were locked.

Her blood froze, and a trace of panic arose in her heart. Her mind was working rapidly, guessing that this was not the way to the city center.

She pretended to open Tik Tok and watch some melodramatic skits.

“Crack!”

The man in the passenger seat couldn't bear it any longer. "Don't brush it. After you die, we will burn 100,000 of them for you every day. It's enough for you to spend."

Song Xijiao's heart skipped a beat and she turned her head to look at him. The man's face, which had undergone plastic surgery, was distorted by greed and madness.

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Song Xijiao calmed down.

"What? Hahahaha." The man laughed wildly out of excitement. "I'm going to kill you."

Song Xijiao pretended to be calm. Her cell phone was specially researched by Pei Zhiting and had a complete tracking function.

Everyone has a different physique, and body temperature, heart rate, breathing rate, and brain waves will be transmitted to specific satellite signals via wireless signals. Even if the mobile phone is turned off, it can be accurately located through the heart rate.

"You want money, right? I have cash in my bag. Take as much as you want. If it's not enough, take me to the city and I'll get it for you. You can ask for as much as you want, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, even billions."

"Lao Zhang, although this woman is a bit old, she's pretty. How about..."

The man grinned. Although her face was not as tender as that of a girl, it was full of charm. Although her body was not as soft as that of a girl, it was full of the charm of a mature woman.

The man licked his lips, wishing he could pounce on her immediately.

"Brother Li, I'll go first."

"Wang Qiang, you..."

"Don't waste time, hurry up."

"Brother Li..."

"Old rules."

“…”

Song Xijiao was so anxious that tears came out and her heart was beating like a drum.

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