Chapter 679 Buried!



His bloodshot eyes were filled with intense anger.

He dared not speak anymore and could only listen to what this Miao barbarian from eastern Guizhou had to say.

"Young Master Pei, wouldn't it be better if you just stayed as the young chairman of Haisheng Group? You have hundreds of millions in assets and you're the sole heir. You learned a lesson in Hong Kong, so you should behave yourself when you come back."

"But you just had to provoke the wrong people."

"You actually cheated the Miao people here? Do you really think your Haisheng Group is invincible?"

Pei Yun was shocked to hear these words from Achen.

But Ah Chen only said a few words and then stopped talking to that simpleton Pei Yun.

After all, he felt that this batch of things was like a game of dimensional reduction.

However, if Pei Yun dares to speak, he'll throw a handful of beach into it.

The crucial point is that he was sitting on someone else's lap.

Even Mi Tao, who was only two or three meters away, wouldn't have noticed that there was someone sitting under the buttocks of this Miao barbarian from eastern Guizhou if he didn't know the situation or look closely.

After all, he buried the person lying in the sand.

But Mi Tao listened to Mu Achen's words completely. He really wanted to ask this Miao barbarian from Qiandong whether the current predicament of Haisheng Group was his doing.

But he also felt it was impossible.

However, just as Mi Tao was staring intently at Mu Achen, Mu Achen beckoned to him with his finger and said, "Come sit down, let's chat."

Shall we sit and chat?

Would Mi Tao dare to approach?

Not only did he not dare to, he also took two steps back.

Then--

He also glanced at the crowd that was gradually growing a hundred meters away.

At least 80% of these people were wearing local Miao costumes.

He regretted it.

He regretted not bringing more helpers or bodyguards, and for blindly believing in Pei Yun's immense abilities here.

Even so, he would not sit idly by and wait for his death.

so--

As he moved, he discreetly took out his phone, tucked it behind his back, intending to—

110--

Call the police!

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