Wang Biao and Zhang Xiaomeng returned after surveying the terrain.
The situation is terrible!
"Little niece, waaaaah, I think, waaaaah, we're doomed, waaaaah!"
Zhao Xiaoyue wiped her face, glaring at him coldly, "You better shut up!"
A roar from a lion successfully shut up the whimpering Zhang Xiaomeng, who stood leaning against the wall with a pitiful expression, saying, "There are so many people outside! Really!"
Wang Biao's expression nearly cracked. What the hell was this thing? It was so effeminate.
In reality, Zhang Xiaomeng is not effeminate at all; on the contrary, he is a tough and resolute man. It's just that at some point he realized that the captain was more accepting of people with this kind of personality, so he went down the path of pretending to be effeminate and never looked back.
As for why the leader is more accepting of this persona, he doesn't understand either.
Situ Ming watched the two of them interacting thoughtfully.
He hadn't misheard what Zhang Xiaomeng had said earlier...
"You're a grown man, what kind of talk is this, acting like a sissy all the time?"
That's so embarrassing!
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at Situ Ming and, finding that he wasn't watching the side, pulled him over.
"If anyone finds out I'm in charge, I'll sell the plane when I get back!"
This threat made Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes widen, and he pleaded in a low voice, "No, helmsman!"
"You're still yelling!"
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes widened immediately!
"I was wrong! I was wrong, little niece. We can talk things over! Hehe!"
Selling airplanes? Absolutely not!
“Little niece, there are at least one or two hundred people outside, and they are from different organizations. Should I call Fifth Brother and ask him to pick us up?”
"Wait, let's see what Situ Ming's backup plan is. Uh, what's with the Clean Hands Party?"
Zhang Xiaomeng looked up and said, "I don't know. This organization hasn't shown itself in public for decades. I don't know why they're showing up today."
It seems that only Hou Taotao and a few others know this.
Situ Ming walked up to Zhao Xiaoyue and said, "Let's go."
An explosion occurred at an abandoned factory, and local police were helpless in the face of the raging fire.
Sitting on the cruise ship, Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhang Xiaomeng stared wide-eyed at the thick black smoke, their jaws dropping in astonishment.
Bombs were dropped directly from the helicopter!
That's amazing!
Zhang Xiaomeng leaned closer to Zhao Xiaoyue and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Helmsman, this is awesome, let's get one for us too."
Zhao Xiaoyue covered her eyes, "Ouch, what flashed in my eyes?"
Two chubby hands dangled in the air, pretending to touch this place, then touch the eyes.
Zhang Xiaomeng opened his eyes wide, "Here, here! I'm at the helm! Hehehe!"
Zhao Xiaoyue punched Zhang Xiaomeng in the stomach, yelling, "Buy my ass!"
Then he walked away with a flourish!
Zhang Xiaomeng opened his mouth wide, still looking shocked. How could she hit his stomach?
Ouch! It hurts so much!
With one hand rubbing her stomach, she hurried after Zhao Xiaoyue, calling out, "Little niece, little niece! Wait for me!"
The Swiss bank's vaults and cash reserves were almost destroyed by the bomb, but they were not blown through.
Seeing that the police force was growing larger, the criminals abandoned their pursuit and went straight for Situ Ming.
Situ Kun hadn't slept for two days, and the ashtray was filled with cigar ash.
Two corpses lay on the ground.
"Take these two people out and deal with them!"
The mercenaries next to him nodded, and one of them grabbed a leg and dragged the body out.
"Brother Kun, this kid is too cunning. He had Yang Zhuo secretly fly the helicopter to that area. It seems he planned this all along."
He Wuye slammed his fist on the sofa armrest in anger.
Situ Kun rubbed his temples. "Who knew this bastard would do something like this? Wasn't it said that Wen Zhengtian was hospitalized and on the verge of death, and that everyone was investigating the poisoning?"
It's been two days, and we still haven't caught this little brat.
Situ Kun squinted and rubbed the jade ring on his finger. "Looks like they pulled a ruse!"
A subordinate rushed in, stood next to Master He, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Startled, Fifth Master He jumped up. "What? What did you say! Say it again?"
"What's wrong?"
Situ Kun asked.
"Something's happened, Brother Kun!"
Then, he glared fiercely at his subordinate and said, "Say what you just said again!"
The subordinate swallowed hard. "Dragon's Headquarters has been bombed! Except for those who didn't return from their missions, no one survived."
Situ Kun's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Do you know who did it?
He already knew who it was, but he asked again, unwilling to give up.
"There are people like Duan Peng."
That one sentence made him understand something.
Situ Kun focused all his attention on Situ Ming, which allowed that old bastard Wen Zhengtian to take advantage of the situation.
It seems the illness was faked.
Just then, another subordinate rushed in, "Master Kun!"
He looked at Master He, nodded politely, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Hotels across the country have been exposed for numerous illegal activities, including smuggling and human trafficking. Newspapers are now filled with negative news about us."
These past two days, Situ Ming has been like a fisherman, sitting calmly on his fishing platform, his astronomical assets serving as bait, while Situ Kun is the fish being caught.
On the second day after Situ Kun surrounded Situ Ming, Duan Peng released all the dirt he had collected on the Henry Group over the years.
All of Henry Group's related businesses fell into trouble overnight.
In addition to the sharp drop in stock prices, hotels belonging to the Henry Group across Asia have been sealed off and investigated.
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