Chapter 1111: Do you want to buy your life for 50 million?
Oh, do you have something to say? Why...
Natsume Yang smiled, stepped on Charles's face, and then rubbed it from left to right a few times, and the latter screamed again!
Of course he also saw cp0!
But this time, he also knew that he was powerful and did not dare to talk casually.
Fifty million beli, let Saint Charles go, how good it is!
Of course Lu Qi also knew how powerful the man in front of him was.
After all, when Wu Laoxing heard the words Xia Muyang, his first reaction was worry, and then he thought about how to calm his anger and let him let go of the idiot Saint Charles!
Rather than thinking about how to use violent means to suppress it!
Such treatment may only be achieved by Natsume Yang!
"Fifty million beli? Why, is the life of Saint Charles the Lord worth such a small amount of money? How stingy!"
"How about a fixed price, a ransom of 500 million, plus the five fingers that are about to be chopped off, and then exchange them for five powerful devil fruits?"
You give me something, Ill let you go, and this matter is over!
The existence of the Celestial Dragons is itself the reason for the existence of the world government.
The World Government was created by the ancestors of the Celestial Dragons. To maintain the face of the Celestial Dragons is to maintain the face of the World Government. The Five Old Stars will never refuse!
Two minutes later!
Okay, deal, Wulaoxing has sent a warship to deliver what you specified!
Then wait and see if the world government becomes more efficient than the navy!
Natsume Yang smiled and pulled Kanyue Qianxia to sit down, and Saint Charlos screamed again.
Thinking about ten minutes ago, he was still so arrogant, taking life and death, but now, he has been reduced to a bench. The situation is really miserable!
However, this can be considered his retribution!
An hour later, the World Government's warship arrived. Much slower than the Navy!
Where is my son? I came here with money, let him go quickly!
As soon as the warship docked, a shout came over, and Saint Roswader was seen riding a tall slave, walking towards Natsume Yang.
Natsumu Yang, I have brought the money. Where is my son? Let him go quickly!
Roswald Saint looked down at Xia Muyang and said domineeringly, his eyes full of anger.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience