Chapter 805 What do you want to do?
There has never been any reason for their people to be bullied by others.
As soon as he said this, everyone else started to complain. The situation was the same for every family. They spent money to get their children in, but when the children said they were being kicked out, they were kicked out. This was simply too much.
"Be quiet." An Zhenhu saw that the situation was almost over, and said in a cold voice: "We were all slapped in the face by Qiao Yanmeng. If we endure it this time, there will be no place for us on Jiyue Island in the future."
Everyone was stunned again.
Everyone knows that although Jiyue Island is just a place to practice martial arts, its greatness lies in the fact that it is the pinnacle of the martial arts alliance in the world.
In other words, all over the world, as long as the name of Weiwu League is mentioned, all the people from martial arts families will give it some face.
The Weiwu League has become a famous brand, which is more eye-catching than showing their original family business card.
An Zhenhu's words silenced everyone.
It seems that the top priority now is no longer to solve the problem of one's own children bringing shame upon themselves.
"Why don't we just go all out and pull her off the stage? There are so many of us, and if we pull in some of those who are weak-willed, we can always give it a try." Someone said this.
Just a few simple sentences instantly turned into a huge rock, smashing into everyone's heart and causing huge waves.
"I think so!"
"I agree!"
"The Qiao guy is such a bully!"
"Pull her down and choose one of our people to come on stage!"
…
Soon, everyone was on the same page.
An Zhenhu was very satisfied with this situation.
He stood up slowly, his expression extremely cold, "In that case..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the conference hall was suddenly opened from the outside.
A slender figure walked in slowly against the light.
Everyone's expression changed instantly, and they looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.
Who is this person?
Only An Zhenhu could tell who the person was.
His face turned cold, and he stared at the other person for a long time before he said, "Mr. Zhan, what are you doing here?"
"Master An, who is he?" someone asked the key question.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhan Tingbei, Qiao Yanmeng's husband." Zhan Tingbei's lips curled up in an evil arc, and his cold eyes swept across the audience with a condescending attitude, as if he was looking at a group of lifeless ants.
Everyone was stunned.
They all stared at him in disbelief, some of them almost popped their eyes out.
"He belongs to that woman. What is he doing here?"
"What's going on? What does he want to do?"
"Let's go, he's alone, let's get him!"
…
Waves of cold sounds came from all directions, quickly forming an airtight wall that pressed towards Zhan Tingbei.
An Zhenhu was the only one left, and his expression became increasingly gloomy.
Because he was the only one who had a slight understanding of how terrifying Zhan Tingbei's strength was.
"I originally thought that Mr. An would be more restrained after losing a daughter, but I didn't expect that he is still so stupid." Finally, Zhan Tingbei spoke again.
He looked at the man sitting at the top seat in front of him with a half-smile, the sarcasm in his eyes was so obvious.
"What qualifications do you have to speak to the head of the An family like this?!" Someone stood up, pointed at Zhan Tingbei's nose, and asked loudly.
The next moment, a bullet flew from an unknown direction, like a ghost, and pierced his shoulder.
The silenced gun swallowed up half of the gunfire, but it still caused quite a stir in the huge conference hall.
"You dare to fire a gun, are you crazy?" Another person stood up, pointed at Zhan Tingbei's nose, and said word by word: "Do you know who all of you are?!"
Zhan Tingbei raised his head indifferently and glanced at him, "Mr. Sun Jiaxiang of Hengshi International, does your father know that you just hit and killed an innocent female student last month? Moreover, this is not the only life you have killed."
The man whose name was called suddenly frowned and looked at Zhan Tingbei in disbelief, his whole body shaking.
He had clearly already cleaned up the matter. There was no file in the world recording the fact that he had committed murder. How did this man know about this?
"You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!" Sun Jiaxiang's eyes widened, his eyes were full of murderous intent, "You are spitting blood on me, I didn't kill anyone!"
Impotent rage.
Zhan Tingbei was not annoyed and clapped his hands. Soon someone came in and handed over a USB flash drive and a bunch of information.
The man inserted the USB drive into the computer in the conference room and clicked to play a video.
On the big screen, everyone witnessed the true record of Sun Jiaxiang’s car crash scene.
In the car, he opened his mouth and smiled wickedly, watching the car trying to avoid him, but he turned the steering wheel and hit the white car.
The little girl in the car died on the spot without even a chance to struggle.
Sun Jiaxiang's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted loudly: "It's all fake, it's all fucking fake, don't believe it, don't believe it!"
His voice was deafening, but unfortunately no one listened.