If you don’t shout, then I have to send your disciples to the hospital for a while!”

threaten!

A bare-fruit threat!

Hong Zekai clenched his teeth, his eyes were so angry that he said ruthlessly: "Father, since this old guy is trying to die and wants to make a fool of himself, then as he wishes!

I'll call Uncle Qiao, Mr. Yang and the others now!"

Hong Yunzhi nodded and said, "Okay, then please come here by Mr. Yang and Lao Qiao."

He originally wanted to give Zhang Daoyi a face and persuade Zhang Daoyi to leave with kind words.

But since Zhang Daoyi doesn't give him any face, he can't take care of so much.

Hong Zekai didn't say anything more, took out his cell phone and called one by one.

...

at this time.

Huamei Medicine.

Living area.

"Brother Yang, give it."

Prajna made a cup of coffee and handed it to Yang Luo.

"Thanks."

Yang Luo nodded, took the coffee and took a sip, and then asked, "Prajna, how is the situation now? How many killers are targeting me?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!