But who dares to stop it?

Ji Zhi was as violent as a mad dog and left the booth. The tall and thin man was in obvious contrast with Yang Yuanqing, who was lying in a pool of blood with black eyes. The man stared down at him, his red eyes narrowing. Squint.

Then he kicked the man several times in succession as if he was angry.

The man was about to die, and Shen Zhaoyuan on the side was stunned for a moment. He and Song Cheng jumped over each other, and the heart-stirring fear hovered over them and could not be driven away.

"Damn it, someone wants to do it to me."

"Think I'm fucking dead?"

His thoughts followed anger. Ji Zhi glanced at the circle of kneeling people and cursed frequently.

He was born the last among a group of brothers and sisters. For some reason, he took his mother's surname and was raised as the sole heir of the Ji family.

The sole heir.

The person in charge of all the Ji family's properties, all gray and white, fell into his hands. This means that the Ji family's descendants can't get a bit of meat.

The place he lives in is so weird and weird, and who knows if he will lose his life for some reason in the next second. His grandfather values ​​​​him, and the education he received since he was a child is even stricter than that of a wealthy family. He has also experienced food.

He was a tough guy under his grandfather. His grandfather and father were full of guilt for him, almost doting on him. No matter what he did, there was always someone to make everything perfect for him. Over time, he developed an unruly, arrogant and gloomy attitude. A character that anyone would value.

No one dares to question his ability.

Gu Xi is not here and Ji Wan is not here.

His violent and violent character makes no attempt to hide it, and bursts out under long-term suppression.

When he is calm, his logic is clear and he is more rational than anyone else.

When angry, he can be crueler than anyone else regardless of the consequences.

"Mr. Ji...Mr. Ji, I beg you..." The horrifying scene was frightening, and Shen Zhaoyuan was on the verge of collapse. A word from the man in front of him could make him despair, or it could give him hope again.

Yang Yuanqing on the ground is a living example.

Shen Zhaoyuan was afraid that any of the following sentences would offend him.

"You brought me here." Ji Zhi looked a little calmer, like the calm before the storm. He took out a wet towel and wiped his fingers slowly. The girl who was brought in by Yang Yuanqing didn't know where to go.

Deadly silence.

Desperate begging for mercy.

Shen Zhaoyuan had a certain mentality, and Song Cheng next to him fainted from fright after begging for a few words.

"You have to take it away too."

After a long silence, Ji Zhi slowly opened his eyelids, his eyes deep and cold.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Seeing some hope and not being hungry for a long time, people who have seen meat and fish eat it up regardless of whether it is good or bad.

"I'll take him away now!"

"It's done -" the tone of his voice suddenly increased, his emotions mixed with displeasure, and his stern eyes fell directly on Shen Zhaoyuan. The wine bottle in his hand was about to move.

"No, no, no..." Shen Zhaoyuan's attitude changed so much that he couldn't react. He straightened his legs and knelt down again, making a heavy clanking sound. His face was pale and ugly, and his chest was so tight that he was suffocating. "He can't leave. It’s not me who has the final say.”

"He can only leave if Mr. Ji asks him to leave."

"Mr. Ji, I beg you, he is so lustful..." The paused words instantly found the target of the attack, "He dares to visit your people without knowing the heights of the sky."

"Yang Yuanqing often uses his status to harm actors, and his death would not be a pity."

"Please, Mr. Ji, I really know I was wrong."

"I shouldn't be swayed by his words and bring him here without your permission."

"Please...I know I was wrong."

A man in his forties begged with runny nose and tears, completely ignoring the word self-esteem. All threats before his life is harmed are irrelevant. It is often said that money cannot buy everything and he cannot do without money at all times. .

Having money can make all the difference, but without money there is nothing to talk about.

In the face of absolute monetary interests, family members have to make concessions.

And when your life is really threatened, you have to risk everything to survive, and money, interests, and the dignity of your family have to give way.

In the adult world, talking about ideals has become something that is visible and intangible, like floating clouds. Everyone is talking about reality.

"I am willing to consider Xinghai's proposal to annex Hengyuan. I am willing." Shen Zhaoyuan tried his best to find a breakthrough point. Yang Yuanqing's breathing on the ground gradually weakened, and his pained moans gradually disappeared. Endless fear was swallowing him up.< /p>

"No!" He said nervously, "I am willing to hand over Hengyuan to Xinghai."

No one on the scene was surprised, some were accustomed to this kind of scene.

The sound of wine bottles being clasped on the table was regular and orderly, and the only sound left in the huge private room was Shen Zhaoyuan's frightened begging for mercy.

Some people swallowed their saliva and kept their posture stiff.

The gaze with unknown emotions was as sharp as a knife, scraping open Shen Zhaoyuan's flesh with each knife. His head was almost broken, and the inhumane man did not move at all.

A long while.

The person on the ground was extremely pale, suffering from shock caused by massive blood loss, and had shortness of breath and weak breathing.
Chapter completed!