After finishing the conversation with Lin Chong, Pang Jun returned to his exclusive office.

He closed his eyes and sat withered, his heart tides fluctuating.

The piece of paper that records the list of traitors was always held in his hands.

It was not until his emotions stabilized that he spread the list again, his eyes swept over the familiar names on it, and his expression was as if it was about to drip water.

"Damn it!"

Accompanied by whispering teeth, Pang Jun suddenly gathered his five fingers, and his internal strength was withdrawn as soon as he exerted, shaking the list into powder.

After doing all this, Pang Jun called the secretary.

"Everyone has worked hard lately. I'll inform them to come to your house for dinner tonight." He casually explained.

The beautiful secretary showed a hesitation and said hesitantly: "The prisoner who killed and set fire in the capital a few days ago has not been caught yet. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to choose to hold a banquet at this time?"

Pang Jun waved his hand: "Just make the arrangements, I know what I think."

"clear."

As one of Pang Jun's closest people, the secretary keenly realized that the other party was in a bad mood, so he closed his mouth and turned around and left the room.

Pang Jun walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the skyline of tall buildings in the distance.

His eyes were deep and cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Night falls.

Haixi District, Pang Zhai.

The servants came in and out and presented plates of delicious dishes to the dining table.

Pang Jun sat in the upper head seat, his expression was unpredictable, his eyes were lowered, his hands were folded up, and he had not moved his chopsticks for a long time, just like

Zun clay sculpture wood sculpture.

On both sides, the accomplices of the heart and abdomen sat upright and did not dare to take a breath.

Although they didn't know what happened, as Pang Jun's right-hand man, they had long seen that their immediate boss was a bit strange.

Several of them quietly turned their attention to the secretary for inquiries.

The secretary stood behind Pang Jun, wearing a black tumble skirt, revealing a piece of white calves. He was graceful and graceful, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

She also felt very strange.

Because Pang Jun was still normal during the day, it was not until the dinner officially began that he suddenly felt like he had become a different person.

As for where it changed, she couldn't say it.

"Your Excellency, it's time to have a meal."

Seeing that Pang Jun was silent and motionless, the secretary finally bent down and approached Pang Jun's ear and lowered his voice to remind him.

Pang Jun raised his eyelids, swept across all the subordinates present, opened his mouth and said the first sentence; "Pour wine."

The secretary immediately picked up the wine bottle next to the dining table, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured a glass for Pang Jun himself.

"And they."

Pang Jun pointed to his subordinates.

"yes."

The secretary suppressed the doubts in his heart and poured the wine for everyone himself.

"Thank you, thank you Secretary Cui."

Everyone was flattered and thanked Pang Jun and his secretary one after another, and the atmosphere seemed to have finally returned to normal.

Pang Jun then asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "How many years have you been with me?"

The subordinates looked at each other, but they didn't understand Pang Jun

What medicine is selling in the gourd?

Didn’t you call us over for dinner?

Logically speaking, since the dishes are served, everyone should be allowed to move their chopsticks first.

But judging from the adult's expression, there is no festive look at all. Could it be that we have been too explicit recently, so I want to take the opportunity to hit it?

Everyone with ulterior motives were full of thoughts.

Pang Jun put their reactions into his eyes, a trace of coldness flashed deep in his pupils, and raised his hand and pointed to someone on the left: "Luo Zhihui, you can answer."

Luo Zhihui has a beard and a burly figure. Although he looks big and thick, he is actually as careful as his hair.

From Pang Jun's cold and distant attitude, he was the first to notice the danger, and his hair stood up on his back, and his whole body instantly became energetic.

"Sir, I am lucky to be loyal to you for eighteen years."

Luo Zhihui felt like a spring was installed under his butt, and he jumped up suddenly, holding his fists to Pang Jun, and he was extremely respectful and humble in both his tone and behavior.

"Eighteen years? Have you been so long?"

Pang Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at another person again: "Wen Zhonglin, where are you?"

The man named has fair skin, handsome appearance, slender hands and fingers, and gentle temperament. He does not look like a warrior at all, but rather a talented man full of poetry and books.

"Sir, I am a little earlier than Brother Luo, and I have been following you for twenty years."

Wen Zhonglin also stood up, bowed and answered, looking at

Pang Jun's eyes were full of love and reverence.

Pang Jun nodded: "How do I treat you normally?"

"Of course you have nothing to say to us!"

Luo Zhihui was shocked, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and more intense, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Wen Zhonglin's reaction was a little slower, and he quickly spoke up to Luo Zhihui, while his head was hanging down deeply, and he did not dare to look at Pang Jun's deep gaze.

At this time, even the slowest person found something wrong.

"Crazy!"

Accompanied by the sound of the chairs rubbing against the ground, the subordinates stood up one after another, and none of them dared to continue sitting.

Except for Pang Jun himself.

Pang Jun still sat upright, his expression was not changing at all, as if he was wearing a mask: "Since I have never treated you badly, why do you want to harm me?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped sharply.

Everyone was like being in the middle of ice and snow, with tight muscles, stiff limbs and cold all over their bodies.

"You...why did you say this!"

Luo Zhihui hurriedly knelt on one knee, his voice crying: "We are loyal to you, and even if we go up to the mountain of swords and seas, we never hesitate. How could we harm you?"

Wen Zhonglin's face turned pale and his lips trembled, as if he was struck by lightning, and his fear and despair were beyond words.

"Plop!"

After standing for a while, he fell down on his knees and his forehead pressed against the ground: "Big...

..Sir, please take back this sentence, we cannot afford it!"

"I'm so clumsy, I dare to act in front of me."

Pang Jun's eyes were cold and he showed an unconcealed murderous intent: "If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry. It seems that I have treated you so well before that you dare to fool me in the face!"

After saying that, Pang Jun raised his hand without hesitation and slapped it.

"Boom!"

The majestic and majestic energy was like Mount Tai pressing the top of the head, and it hit Luo Zhihui who was kneeling down!

Seeing this, Luo Zhihui couldn't help but his eyes were so angry that he used his strength to turn around and wanted to escape.

However, in the face of the angry blow of the Grand Master Danjin, how could he escape?

"Bang!"

A deafening sound, a terrifying wave of air swept across all directions.

Wherever the air waves reached, smoke and dust were raised, and the precious tables and chairs and exquisite cups and plates all turned into pieces, blocking everyone's vision.

And in the smoke and dust, a large pit with a diameter of two meters and a depth of several feet appeared on the ground.

At the bottom of the pit, there was a pile of flesh and blood that was beyond recognition.

It is impossible to imagine that just half a second ago, this flesh and blood was still a living powerful man.
Chapter completed!