Chapter 1482, you are so ugly!

The blood and scars on Gu Jieyu's face completely lost the style of the former medical giant. His forehead had just hit the thick coffee table, and a big hole broke out, and blood was flowing out into the outside.

Wei He is getting older, but his courage is getting younger and younger.

Seeing the situation in front of him, he suddenly bounced off the sofa, looked around in panic, and shouted loudly: "Body Guard. Bodyguard."

No one answered.

Antwan also had a serious expression. This was his private mansion, and the guards around him were arranged in a way that was comparable to the imperial palace of a country. Someone could actually hurt Gu Jieyu and throw him on the coffee table in front of him. This shows how good that person was.

However, he firmly believed in one truth that people in this world have ambitions. In other words, everyone is for the sake of profit. It is nothing more than a matter of price.

No matter who the person who comes, he can offer a price that the other party cannot refuse.

"Since the guest is here, please sit down and have a drink." Antwan shouted.

"The guest comes uninvited, please forgive me, Mr. Antwan." As he spoke, a man in white appeared at the door. He had fiery red hair and a handsome face. He had a full aura in every move. He was really a handsome man who was rare in the world.

"Emperor?" Antwan was surprised when he saw the man walking out. However, he quickly returned to his peace.

He should have thought it was his. He could pass through the cordon of his own defense and break into his living room with a living person. Who else can do this in this world besides the emperor?

"It's me." The emperor nodded with a smile.

"Do you want to have a drink?" Antvan pointed to the sofa opposite and signaled the emperor to sit down and talk. Once a person sat down, his aura and aura would be weaker. "I have a good wine here."

"Compared with fine wine, I am more interested in poison." The emperor walked to the sofa opposite Antvan and sat down, and said with a smile.

Antwan's heart sank suddenly, feeling like something big is wrong. The god of killing actually came for the antidote of the flame virus? Isn't he clear that everything else can be given to him, is this more important than his own life?

"I admit that the matter in China is that Aomo Laboratory is ashamed of you." Antwan did not answer the emperor's words, but moved to another topic. "But you also destroyed an important base of Aomo Laboratory. We all know about this, have you ever complained about you?"

"So what if you have complaints?" the emperor asked with a smile. His expression still looked so kind and kind, but his words made people vomit three liters of blood.

So what if you complain? So what if you don’t accept it? Are you biting me?

This is the emperor's arrogance and the emperor's dominance.

"Yes. We really can't do anything to Mr. Emperor." Antwan was secretly angry, but he was helpless. The situation is worse than others, so he wouldn't say brainless words. "But, at least in this matter, we are considered equal. So, I don't know why Mr. Emperor broke into my private house again and hurt Mr. Gu Jieyu like this?"

"I need him to cooperate with me in," said the emperor. "He tried to refuse. But that was short."

"So, what do you want?" Antwan asked.

"I have said just now that I am interested in poisons than fine wine. It's just that Mr. Antwan changed the subject----" the emperor said with a smile. His eyes looked at Antwan's fat face calmly and gently, and said, "You are so ugly. I can't look directly at it."

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"Okay. Mr. Antwan, I don't think you welcome me." The emperor said. "Give me the antidote to the flame virus."

"It's impossible," Antwan said. "It's my life. It's more important than my life."

"It means, do you rather seek antidote than kill yourself?" the emperor asked.

Antwan was shocked and said, "Your Highness, I know you want the antidote. I want it too. But why haven't you ever thought about working with us?"

"How to cooperate?" the emperor asked.

"Everyone can't ignore its huge profits. As long as you get 10% of them, you may be the top rich man in the world." Antwan said. "Originally, Mr. Wei He and Mr. Gu Jieyu should have shared the profit equally. However, since Mr. Gu Jieyu left early, then his share is the Emperor's."

One-third of the profit of the antidote for the flame virus is already a huge fortune. If he is put on an ordinary person, he may not be able to spend all his money for hundreds of lifetimes.

The emperor could get the huge sum of money for nothing without doing anything.

However, the emperor's answer was to shake his head.

"It's a pity. Someone promised to give me 50%." The emperor said.

"Fifty percent?" Antwan exclaimed. "Who is it? Who is it? He can't do this. He has no antidote. He is writing a blank check-----"

"You may not believe it. But I believe it." The emperor said.

"Fifty percent." The fat meat on Antwan's face shook, and then he finally made up his mind. He took out a black pistol from his arms and aimed at Wei He's head.

"Old friend, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

Bang-----

Antvan fired.

The bullet shot through Wei He's chest, and he fell into a pool of blood with disbelief.

"Fifty percent. I'll give you 50 percent now." Antwan said with bloody eyes. "Gu Jieyu is dead. Wei He is also dead. Now, only I and you enjoy the profits brought by the antidote. Your Excellency Emperor doesn't have to worry about anything, you are only responsible for dividing the money-----Please believe in my sincerity. Cooperating with me can bring more wealth than cooperating with others."

"Excellent." The emperor clapped.

Antewan said with joy, "Did your Excellency agree? I have expressed my sincerity. As long as you nod, you will be able to get about 20 billion US dollars in three days."

Antwan knew it was ridiculous.

They worked hard to make arrangements and spent countless money, time and manpower to plant the seeds, and they were about to mature and harvest, but a bandit jumped out and said they wanted to snatch them away.

This bandit is good at skill and has many younger brothers, so they can't resist at all.

What can they do?

Should I see the bandits rob all the seeds without leaving any grains, or should I beg the bandits to gain some gains in partnership?

Smart businessmen will choose the latter.

"Sorry. I still can't promise you." The emperor still shook his head. "He gave me something you can't give."

The blood in Antwan's eyes became even stronger, and he sneered and said, "I put the antidote in a secret place. If you don't agree to cooperate, you will never find the antidote. If I can't get it, I won't give you any money in vain."

"I will find it." The emperor said confidently.

"I've known that His Highness the Emperor is very good at kung fu." Antwan said with a sneer. "I wonder if you are invulnerable to swords and guns?"

While speaking, the muzzle of the pistol in his hand was aimed at the emperor.

Bang-----

The emperor's body suddenly bounced up and punched Antwan in the chest.

Bang-----

Antwan's fat body and the leather sofa he had just sat on all flew backwards and hit the hard wall before stopping.

"You don't have a chance to shoot in front of me." The emperor said with a sneer.

vomit------

Antwan's body fell to the ground, vomiting blood. His internal organs were broken and he could no longer speak.

The emperor walked up to Antvan, took out a white silk glove from his pocket and put it on his right hand, and then used the gloved hand to open Antvan's suit and took out a small steel bottle from his suit pocket.

"A secret place?" the emperor said with a smile. "I think you must think that taking it with you before I arrive is the safest place."

Antwan's eyes were full of resentment and reluctance, and he tried hard to reach out his hand to grab something----

Fame? Wealth? Or-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, the god of death is getting closer and closer to him.

His hand reached into the air and then fell to the ground dejectedly.

Pa-----

A generation of medicine enjoys great pleasure, and dies with endless grievances and hatred.

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