Chapter 1699

"Creak, creak!" Nearly 40 years old, the tea owner was reprimanded like a grandson by Canghai, a boy in his early twenties.

His bloodshot eyes became a little more red. His two fists were tightly clenched under the table. His nails, which had not been trimmed for several weeks, were embedded in his palms. They cut his skin and oozed a little blood.

"What? Don't you want to say something? Who are you going to show me?! Tea master, I'll tell you one last time. If you want to do it, do it well. If you don't want to do it, a lot of people are waiting to pick up your stool! "

Canghai's merciless words are like a sharp knife stabbing the tea owner's heart which is about to explode like a balloon.

"Bang!" He smashed his palm on the conference table, his face was ferocious, and he almost stood up madly, "Damn it! I'm fed up with you. You have the ability to kill me now and kill me like a killer. I've lived enough! " The tea master pointed out his finger to Canghai, his limbs trembled, and he yelled at him.

"Threaten me?" The expression on Canghai's face became extremely indifferent for the first time. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the madly tea owner for a few seconds, nodded slowly, and said coldly in a voice like ice: "since you are all for death, I will help you."

"Hum!" A touch of green edge suddenly came out of the sheath. For the first time, the dark room was mapped by a blue light like day. The people on the scene couldn't help the stimulation of strong light. They subconsciously closed their eyes. In a flash of electric light and flint, the blue light disappeared, the green edge went into the sheath, and there was no living person standing in the dark room.

"Er ~ ha!" The tea master's expression is still so ferocious, his eyes full of anger and determination are still vivid, but from his eyebrows, a touch of red blood line is revealed, extending all the way from his forehead to his neck, and then covered by clothes.

The blood line gradually expanded into a blood seam, and the stinking flesh and blood burst from the wound, and large streams of blood splashed from the body to the ground.

"Poof The fresh looking corpse finally fell down. Until he died, the anger in his eyes never disappeared.

Cang Hai took out a pair of handkerchief from the wide cuff of the Taoist robe. He held the white handkerchief in disgust and wiped away a few drops of dirty blood splashed on the desk. He threw the bloody handkerchief on the ground and swept the people sitting at the desk like hawk's eyes.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Canghai five fingers close together, cross each other on the desk, expressionless, as if in the discussion is not just to kill a person's view, but to eat what such a trivial matter...

"Canghai Lord... Excuse me for asking, after the tea master died, his power is taken over by the cadres under his hands, or by you directly under the central government?"

The voice of the man was very careful, but the questions he asked were very explicit and bold. Canghai looked at him unexpectedly and said, "I won't take over the rest of the tea master's power directly. As for how to distribute it... I personally prefer the most capable person among you."

"Thank you for your help. I understand." The speaker bowed respectfully, nodded and sat back in his chair. His heart was full of overturning the impression of Canghai.

His brain was spinning fast, and he thought through all aspects of the plan in a few moments. Alas! It seems that this hot potato has to be taken by itself.