Chapter 566

Zhao Huan put down the last approval document. The female secretary knocked on the door and asked, "Chairman, do you want to bring lunch?"

"No, let's go to the VIP Building." it was Wu Mafang who had just walked out of the bedroom.

Zhao Huan nodded and the female secretary withdrew. He asked, "what are you doing in the VIP Building?"

Wu Mafang smiled and said, "Ye Zhen is eating in the VIP Building. I think there will be a good play today. No one is allowed to make trouble in that place, not to mention Ye Zhen is prone to murder. He chose a place to die this time."

Zhao Huan's eyes brightened. Why not give Ye Zhen a chance to explode?

He picked up the phone and called Liujiang.

"Brother Huan, have you changed your mind? I haven't found Ye Zhen yet."

"Let me tell you, Ye Zhen is in the VIP Building. This is a chance to kill him. Do you know what to do?"

"Kill him? I don't understand."

Zhao Huan thought so. Liu Jiang was right when he didn't understand. He said:

"Ye Zhen is very cruel and often kills people. If it's somewhere else, it's easy to deal with it, but if it's in the VIP Building, it's the place to receive foreign guests. If it's all right to kill, do you want the national image?"

Liujiang suddenly realized: "I understand brother Huan, you don't need an expert at all. Just send a rotten boy to die!"

Zhao Huan hung up and sneered:

"Ye Zhen, you're dead today. I don't believe that when the armed police catch you, you won't kill the armed police. Then there's no chance of life, and the gods don't dare to protect you."

"You think too much."

A rough voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The smiles of Zhao Huan and Wu Ma Fang solidified in an instant and became like zombies.

They instinctively felt that it was Ye Zhen who came.

But isn't Ye really in the VIP Building?

"Who?" Zhao huanbang drank, but found it very gentle.

The door opened.

A man with a rough face floated in like a foot in the void, and then the door closed automatically.

"Are you a man or a ghost?"

Zhao Huan was so frightened that he was cold. It wasn't an automatic door. How did it close?

Only this detail made him despair.

There is a gap called out of reach.

Let you lose your courage to do it.

Wu Mafang was a little calmer. Although she knew she was not an opponent, she still had the cards of Gu Shu, so she could be calm. She asked:

"Who let you in? Where's the secretary?"

"Asleep."

Panlong's voice was very calm and indifferent.

This makes them depressed crazy, which means they have no resistance at all. They don't even have the qualification to be opponents. They are pure ants.

"You still have 25 minutes to live." Panlong did not look at them at all, so he faintly sentenced them to death.

This is not contempt, but red fruit's disregard.

He is a person who pursues perfection. Since he has set a time, he will not be a minute earlier or a minute later.

Zhao Huan was instantly frightened to the extreme, and asked in a trembling voice, "why?"

"What did you do? I don't know. Those two strings of black relics are yours." Panlong asked, but there was no doubt.

Zhao Huan was so dark that he almost fell to the ground and murmured, "it turns out that Ye Zhen didn't wear it at all."

Pan Long rarely smiled. There was still a lot of time, and he didn't mind chatting for a while:

"Zhao Huan, you really don't know how to live or die. I can't kill Ye Zhen. What are you? Just rely on your little wife who knows some magic tricks? Let you understand. Ye Zhen gave me those two strings of black relics on the condition that you were hanged."

Zhao Huan suddenly saw the turnaround. Since Ye Zhen bought this man with two strings of black relics, can't his wealth buy him a hundred times?

But before he could speak, Wu Mafang suddenly angrily pointed to the Dragon: "you hang one and let me see?"

finished. Zhao Huan flashed an idea.

He knows Wu Mafang's habit. It's an act of poisoning.

But Panlong didn't move. When the insect flew to him, it had been shocked into powder.

He looked at Wu Mafang calmly and asked faintly, "is there anything else? You can continue."

Wu Mafang's face suddenly turned pale.

"There are twenty-four minutes left. Cherish your life. I suggest you make love once. If you are not used to it, I can not see it." Panlong seemed idle and bored, looking at the quartz clock on the wall.

Wu Mafang's legs softened and sat directly on the ground. She knew she was dead.

This man is so powerful that he doesn't care about being plotted. There is only one explanation. He is a dying man. This is his own doomsday!

Zhao Huan did not expect that Panlong would have to wait for time. He felt like he had escaped from death and hurriedly said:

"I'll redeem myself! I'll give you whatever you want!"

"Do you have a Swiss account?" Panlong finally looked at Zhao Huan.

Zhao Huan nodded again and again, "yes. I'll give you ten million dollars!"

Panlong showed a hint of sarcasm: "do you think I look like a beggar?"

"One hundred million dollars!" Zhao Huan's face twisted with pain.

"That's interesting. How much do you have altogether?"

"A total of 100 million US dollars, which is all my property," Zhao Huan said quickly.

Pan Long sighed, "well, if what you said is true, I'll let you go."

"I swear it's absolutely true. I'll transfer money to you now!" Zhao Huan said excitedly.

"I'll do it."

Panlong finished and stretched out his palm.

As soon as Zhao Huan looked at the palm of his hand, he felt that his eyes were blooming. The palm of his hand pushed forward quickly, and he was a foot in front of his eyes. Zhao Huan had lost his eyes and completely entered the state of hypnosis.

Panlong picked up his pen, wrote down a Swiss account and handed it to him: "transfer all the funds in your Swiss bank account into this account."

Zhao Huan immediately began to operate, and Panlong was watching.

Wu Mafang sat on the ground and her eyes were suddenly full of hope. She felt that Panlong could let Zhao Huan go and offend Ye Zhen. Why not let them all go? What's the point of killing herself?

Twenty minutes passed in the twinkling of an eye.

Zhao Huan transferred all the funds in the Swiss account to Panlong's account, totaling 380 million US dollars, 50 million euros and 7 million pounds.

Since the Zhao family's accident, he has been transferring property, but this is only one third of the Zhao family's wealth.

Some real estate, such as hotels, office buildings, villas and mines, accounts for two-thirds of the assets that cannot be quickly realized.

These properties were given to Panlong, enough to make Zhao Huan vomit blood, but he is expressionless now.

Panlong picked up the paper and rubbed it with his palm, which turned into fly ash.

Wu Mafang immediately said nervously, "you've got the money now. You can go."

Pan Long sighed, "unfortunately, he didn't tell the truth. Don't you know how much money he has?"

"I don't know." Wu Mafang's whole body tightened and his heart sank again.

"Well, take off your clothes." Panlong ordered.

Wu Mafang was overjoyed. Since she wanted to take off her clothes, she was ready to let herself go.

She quickly took off her clothes and deliberately turned around in front of Panlong. She gave a wink to show her proud capital.

Panlong turned to Zhao Huan: "you also take off your clothes."

Wu Mafang was momentarily dull.

The smile on his face solidified there.

Then his lips were dry and his fear was like a piece of lead in his heart.

She feels very bad. Now she just hopes that Panlong wants to see the performance and has no other purpose.

Zhao Huan had no fear, and soon took off.

Panlong smiled strangely: "in another minute, you two will be hanged on the street lamp."

Wuma Fang suddenly panicked and said, "don't kill me. I'm from the Wuma family!"

"So what? Do you know I killed you? Take revenge on Ye Zhen." Pan Long was calm.

"Go to hell!" Wu Mafang suddenly kicked the crotch of Panlong with an extremely abrupt and vicious killing opportunity in his eyes. The strong wind roared and was as strong as cutting. It was the peak of internal strength!

At that moment, the Dragon didn't move, and Wu Mafang almost thought he was going to succeed.

But unfortunately, this gap is desperate.

Peng!

A bang.

This long-awaited blow was really kicked.

It was just a little different from what was expected. It was kicked in Zhao Huan's crotch.

Then they turned back to back like a top.

Zhao Huan recovered his mind at the moment he was kicked, but before he could scream, he found a scarf around his neck.

The scarf was tied into a circle, put their necks in it at the same time, and then Panlong copied with one hand in the middle, and their bodies flew up in the air.

Panlong flew out of the window like carrying two bottles of beer.

In the cold wind, Zhao Huan suffocated first.

The last sentence Wu Mafang heard was: "don't use a three meter scarf in your next life."

Then she suffocated. They were like dried salted fish hanging on the street lamp beam like a crooked neck tree.

The whole process is as fast as a hurricane. No one can see the figure of Panlong, so it has disappeared.

But two living people were hung above the road. It was too difficult not to be found.

Puff, puff!

A series of car crashes, ring after ring, like bumper cars.

But the people inside looked up one after another, all with their mouths open and numb.

"God, that's Zhao Huan!"

A scream came from a Volvo, which was obviously shocked. It was Hua siluan.

They got a call from Liujiang and are going to the VIP Building to see the excitement.

But I didn't expect to find Zhao Huan and his little wife hanged on the street lamp on the way.

"Sister, you are in trouble. I feel it has something to do with Ye Zhen." Yafei said solemnly.

In her heart, Ye Zhen didn't wonder what she did. The eldest lady of the flower family slapped her face. What else did he dare not do?

Hua siluan suddenly woke up. Liujiang and Zhao Huan had a good relationship.

She quickly took out her phone, dialed Liujiang's number and asked:

"Did you find Zhao Huan to deal with Ye Zhen?"

"How do you know? Brother Huan told you?" Liujiang was confused. It's unreasonable.

Hua Si Luan's head was buzzing. It was over, completely over, everything was over.

No one can protect Ye Zhen.

His own disease has really become a terminal disease. The only person who can be cured has been calculated to die by himself.

Even if ye really ran away, he would still die.

"If you don't die, you won't die."

Hua Si Luan murmured and hung up.

The tears in the corners of my eyes slowly slipped and fell silently.