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The smile on Jiang Wenqing's face froze, and his nonchalant expression returned to seriousness in a second, "Forget it, I don't deserve it, but you do. You are the best."
He turned his head and continued to watch this unprecedented scene, watching how the various Nanyang tribes prostrated themselves at the feet of that woman.
Yong Zhixu's gaze fell on Tang Xili again. Seeing her looking at Mr. An coldly and arrogantly across the crowd, he suddenly understood her intention.
To scare the tiger by knocking on the mountain.
Not only that, it may be used as a warning to others later.
When the people under your command are ready to make trouble and become restless, killing a chicken to scare the monkeys is the best way.
The banquet hall was very quiet, and the bright light from the lamps shone on everyone, as if the pause button had been pressed.
No one dared to speak. Tang Xili didn't light a cigarette, and the people who were serving the fire didn't dare to move.
He just kept holding the lighter, a smile on his face, staring intently at the beautiful woman who was young but had an aura like a majestic mountain, who was putting pressure on them.
Time passed by minute by minute, as if it were slowed down. After an unbearable minute, the woman sitting on the armchair moved.
He slowly tilted his head, holding the cigarette between his lips, and nonchalantly took the light from the person who was in charge of the Singaporean Lin family.
She lifted the cigarette between her rosy red lips, and the cigarette butt began to flicker under her suction.
After taking a puff, she raised her right hand and casually pinched the cigarette between her white index and middle fingers.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and slowly swirling smoke came out of her mouth. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, which were lightly made up, were half hidden in the mist, so deep that people dared not look at them.
Like a beast basking in the sun, she exudes a lazy elegance all over her body, but no one would ignore the fact that she is a beast just because of her elegance.
After taking another puff, Tang Xili waved to the leader of the Bai family in Kokang not far away, and said casually, "Come here."
The pupils of the person in charge of the Bai family shrank, his expression changed several times, he hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly stepped forward and came to her side with his neck bowed.
"President."
The person in charge of the Bai family is a middle-aged man named Aung. He is not very tall, about 170 cm tall. He wears a dark blue suit, has a square face, thick eyebrows and narrow eyes. If you look closely at his small eyes, you can see great ambition.
Tang Xili glanced at him and said calmly, "The last time we met was about half a year ago, right?"
Aung nodded, feeling nervous about being singled out, but remained calm on the surface. "The president has a good memory."
Tang Xili flicked the ash and took another puff. When the smoke was gone, she reached out and slowly pressed the still burning cigarette against Aung's face.
It's like using his face as an ashtray.
Aung's face suddenly darkened, and anger of humiliation rose in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, put on a smile, and dared not utter a word.
The other people in the banquet hall also had different expressions.
The hearts of the various tribes in Southeast Asia tightened. What else did they not understand at this moment? This was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
The An family members were incredulous. He was the head of the most powerful family in Kokang, yet he was being trampled under her feet.
How powerful is she?
Jiang Wenqing stared with his eyes wide open. This Aung was a tyrant in Kokang. They had dealt with each other before. He looked very arrogant.
Now he is as docile as a cat and doesn't even dare to fart.
Holy crap, that’s awesome!
He leaned close to Yong Zhixu's ear and whispered, "Sister-in-law has shown me the world."
Yong Zhixu glanced at him and said, "Call me Sister Li."
Jiang Wenqing's eyes sparkled with admiration, "My sister Li is so cool!"
Yong Zhixu looked at the radiant woman in the crowd and felt proud of her, but—
Aung is a vicious person who will never let go of any grudge. Will he be willing to swallow such a great humiliation?
Obviously not.
Aung has a beloved lover and an illegitimate child, so why not…he’ll have him arrested right now, just in case?
However, Yong Zhixu soon discovered that Tang Xili's control over the East Asian ethnic groups was far more than what it seemed.
On this side, Tang Xili put out the cigarette on Aung's face and snapped her fingers.
The next second, Amy brought a rectangular recorder several centimeters long to Tang Xili.
Tang Xili took it, placed the recorder on the ebony eight-immortals table beside her, and turned on the switch.
A conversation between Aung and Mr. An conspiring to kill her together was clearly heard from the recorder.
Aung's expression suddenly changed, shock and astonishment flashed rapidly in his eyes.
He immediately denied it, "It's fake, the recording is definitely synthesized, I don't have it."
Old Master An’s white beard trembled in disbelief. How could she know?
Tang Xili had a faint smile on her lips. She slowly raised her eyelids, looked at Aung, then looked at Mr. An, and spoke in a slow and oppressive voice.
"You mean, I deliberately synthesized a fake recording to frame you?"
Aung's heart skipped a beat. "I wouldn't dare. It must have been someone else who did it. They want to drive a wedge between me and the president."
"Oh?" Tang Xili's lips curled up suddenly, and she sneered, "No tears until you see the coffin."
Her eyes moved and she glanced at Amy. The next second, the big screen on the west wall suddenly lit up and played a video.
In the video, Aung and Mr. An are sitting in the study, and the content of their secret conversation is exactly the same as the conversation just recorded.
The evidence is irrefutable and cannot be denied.
Aung and Mr. An were both shocked. How could she have infiltrated to this extent?
What was even more surprising was Aung. Due to the special nature of his family business, a professional team would check all the rooms in his home every three days to see if there were any surveillance devices.
How did she do it?
Tang Xili looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Do you have any final words to say?"
The word "last words" terrified Aung. He feigned composure and argued, "I'm not your subordinate. How can you treat me as you please? I want to quit Nanyang Trading Company."
As he said this, he also encouraged other families to withdraw with him.
"Why does she have the power to tyrannically restrict us? Let's all quit the company together!"
However, the banquet hall was completely silent and no one responded.
Are you kidding? This is the president's territory. There are more than 2,000 armed soldiers guarding outside. Who would dare to rebel?
Moreover, when they entered the door, the life-saving weapons on them were detected and confiscated by the security equipment.
Tang Xili looked at Aung lobbying like a clown in the crowd and sneered.
Without warning, he reached out and took out a gun from the wallet on the outside of Bella's thigh. He raised it and took aim. Without giving the other party any preparation, he shot Aung in the head with a clean, decisive and resolute shot.
"Bang--"
Aung, who was making an impassioned speech one second ago, fell to the ground and died the next second.
The dreaded drug lord died so quickly that everyone present was caught off guard.
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