Chapter 1984 The Voice of the Assassin in White

"Bang!"

In the special care unit in Nan's Buddhist chanting, Nan Changshou, who came to visit, pinched off the phone that was ringing, and then threw it to a follower and said angrily: "The Zhou family followed the old thief in Jiang to make trouble, causing heavy losses to the Southern power. Now they want to release the Zhou family's mission, but there is no way!"

Nan Changshou breathed a long breath and looked at Nan Chanbu on the hospital bed and added: "I didn't send anyone to the United States to take revenge and didn't arrest Zhou Qiqi, but now I am thinking of taking away the Zhou mission with 20 billion US dollars. Zhou is too slight at the backbone of the Southern clan, which is outrageous."

When Nan Chanjuans the Buddha's face raised a wry smile, Nan Changshou cursed again and said, "What is most annoying is that they have to redeem Jiang Polang. The little beast killed so many people in the Nan clan and put you at the risk of breaking your arms. This is simply a joke. The ungrateful wolf will undoubtedly die."

Nan Changshou's hatred for Jiang Polang is from the bottom of his heart, just like Jiang Zhonghua hated Zhao Heng. He kindly invited Jiang Polang to get married in the capital, and also mobilized the backbone of the Southern Group to prepare for his wedding. He treated the Jiang grandson so well but caused them to severely damage the Southern Group's forces.

"Grandpa calms down!"

Seeing the old man who was angry with Jiang Polang, Nan chanted Buddha's name and told An Xiaotian to pour some water for the old man, and then comforted softly: "Grandpa, don't get angry. In my opinion, Zhou was more blinded by Jiang Zhonghua, so he made Butler Wu do a bastard."

Before Nan Chanting Buddha finished speaking, Nan Changshou cursed directly: "Blind the ball! The whole world can be deceived, how could Old Man Zhou be deceived? He is as beautiful as a thousand-year-old fox. This incident must have seen great benefits, so he attacked the Nan clan regardless of friendship."

He snorted coldly: "If you don't slap him back, and don't kill the Zhou delegation, he will only feel that the Southern Army is weak and can be bullied. If you recite the Buddha's name, don't worry about this matter. I'll fight against the Zhou delegation. There is no negotiation. Kill the Zhou delegation and kill Jiang Polang. I think what Zhou will do to me?"

"At worst, I can send someone to kill me!"

When An Xiaotian put the warm water in Nan Changshou's hand, Nan Chanting's eyes looked at the old man calmly, and his voice was gentle: "Grandpa, I know you are very angry. You also need to kill the chicken to warn the monkey to intimidate the little girl, but fighting against Zhou is not a good thing, at least we can't catch it now."

When Nan Changshou held the cup and looked at his baby grandson, Nan Chanting Buddha slowly added in a tone: "This time the vitality of the Southern Division was severely damaged, and its strength decreased by about 20% compared to the past. Although I filled in the backbone of the princeling party in time, the entire Southern Division was still a little overwhelmed in the operation and development of the entire Southern Division."

Nan Chanting Buddha's name obviously had already planned everything: "People's hearts are restless, and it is unwise to start a war with Zhou at this time. Once they fight to the death, they will only hurt their vitality. Even if they can hurt one thousand enemies in the end, they will definitely hurt themselves by 800. At that time, the power declines at that time, they are afraid that they will not even be as good as the Northern Division."

When Nan Changshou pricked up his ears and listened, Nan Chanting Buddha said lightly: "Don't forget that the Du family is also hostile to us now, and Hua Yingxiong is hiding in the dark. Once we fight to the death, Jin Gege and the others will definitely step on it, so we must endure it now."

Nan Chanting Buddha said sincerely: "The most urgent task is not to fight for a breath, but to take time to cushion the situation and contradictions, and to a lot of funds to revive the Southern Power. Compared to killing more than 100 people from the Zhou delegation, I prefer Zhou's 20 billion US dollars."

Nan chant Buddha's name to Nan Changshou shows the blueprint: "With this money, we will be much more calm in eased internal conflicts, and we can rebuild the Southern Division into a single iron plate, and we will not give Jin Gege and others the opportunity to take advantage of it. Grandpa, you have always been wise, and you should be able to see which one is more important."

He also explained the pros and cons: "Besides, even if we treat money like dirt for the sake of face, can we kill the Zhou delegation? As long as the Zhou delegation throws out 20 billion to deal with it, Jin Gege and others will definitely protect the Zhou delegation, and in the end we will release people."

"It's just that when I released someone at that time, the meaning was different."

Nan Changshou's face changed three times, and finally calmed down. He obviously felt that Nan Chanting Buddha said so much, but then he thought of a question: "Two billion US dollars is indeed considerable, and your analysis is also very reasonable, but if you let people go like this, wouldn't Jin Gege and others laugh at us as weak?"

Nan Changshou, who likes fame, cares about others' opinions more than tempting money. Nan Chanting Buddha seemed to have expected his worries, and replied with a smile: "What's funny about them? After all, we won the battle in the Nanshi Garden, and announced to everyone that those who are ill-treated against the Nanshi will die."

Nan Nianfu's deep eyes flashed with a glimmer: "Besides, we will only be ridiculed by Prince Jin if we don't charge money. Grandpa, do you believe it or not? After collecting money and leaving it, you just need to raise 20 billion US dollars in Prince Jin to ensure that her sarcasm smile turns into jealousy."

Speaking of this, Nan Chanting Buddha added: "And I also heard that the Prime Minister's Office was killed in and out by a masked man last night, leaving behind thirteen guards' lives. Regardless of whether this was directed and acted by Jin Gege himself, it was insulted in the title of the Prime Minister's Office, and more than a hundred people could not take down one."

"Who is the joke after dinner?"

"It makes sense! It makes sense!"

Nan Changshou laughed when he heard Nan chanting Buddha's name: "Okay, I'll go as you said and let people go! She dares to laugh at the weak and bullied Nan family, so I will kill him 20 billion US dollars and fight back against her with the incident last night. However, the Zhou delegation can be released, but Jiang Polang cannot let go."

"I must kill that beast!"

A cold light burst out from his eyes, obviously not killing Jiang Polang to sleep, especially Nan Chanting Buddha's swollen left arm, which made him wish he could crush Jiang Polang's bones and ashes. Nan Chanting Buddha's name smiled when he heard this, stretched out his right hand and swayed and smiled: "Grandpa, Jiang Polang needs to let go!"

When Nan Changshou was slightly stunned and couldn't understand this, Nan Nianwu added softly: "Now it's Zhao Heng who takes over Jiang Polang. We don't have much right to deal with Jiang Polang's life and death. We ask Zhou to exchange 1 billion for Jiang Polang. After getting the money, Zhou went to Qincheng Prison to receive people."

"Let's let Jiang Polang go, will Zhao Heng let him go?"

Nan Changshou nodded suddenly and knew the meaning of Nan chanting Buddha: "If we let Jiang Polang go, it does not mean that Zhao Heng will let him go. Due to their years of grudges, Zhao Heng will definitely kill Jiang Polang, and that kid always pays attention to eliminating the roots in his work."

The wrinkles on Nan Changshou's face bloomed one by one: "99% of Jiang Polang cannot leave the prison. The final outcome of this matter is that we took the money from Zhou, and Jiang Polang was still dead, but it was not dead in our hands, but with Zhao Heng's knife, it was good, good."

The old man secretly called in his heart that this was a trick of killing three birds with one stone. Not only did he receive a sum of money, Jiang Polang would still die, but he would also make Zhao Heng's conflict with Zhou's family deeper, so that Zhao Heng could turn his attention away from him, but he was a little worried: "What if Zhao Heng lets go?"

Although this probability is slim, it still may exist. Nan Nianfu's face raised a confident smile: "Grandpa, don't worry, even if Zhao Heng releases people, I can still let Jiang Polang die without a burial place, and I will use the Zhou sword to make Jiang Polang die even more miserable."

Nan Changshou's eyes widened: "Do you have any arrangements?"

Nan Nianbu nodded slightly, but did not say the arrangement, but changed the subject: "Grandpa, just believe me. In short, I promise you that Jiang Polang's fate will not be inferior to the end of the bones and ashes, and will definitely make you angry. You should contact the fifth young master for negotiation now."

Nan Changshou wanted to ask, but saw his grandson change the topic, and he nodded no longer to worry about it. He believed that Nan chanting Buddha had already made arrangements, so he nodded and replied, "Okay, I will contact Zhou Buqun to meet him!" Then he looked at Nan chanting Buddha's left arm: "How is your wound?"

"Can Baigou Sheng detoxify?"

Hearing Nan Changshou's concern, Nan Chanjuan Buddha's mouth curled a smile: "Grandpa Don't worry, Bai Gou Sheng can detoxify, it just takes some time. Look, Miss Forty-eight originally wanted to cut off her arms to save her life, but now she is not safe, so she must believe in Bai Gou Sheng's poisoning technique."

Nan Changshou was relieved, then pulled open his collar and responded: "It's so good, otherwise your broken arm would make me feel uncomfortable. It's because I was accidentally assassinated for too long to recuperate, so that you can take on the outside alone. If Grandpa woke up early to handle the affairs, how could you suffer like this!"

Nan Chanting Buddha's lips subconsciously touched the corners of his mouth and whispered to the old man's topic: "Grandpa, it's not your business. I can only say that Jiang Zhonghua is too destined to be too dying. Don't worry, my injury will recover soon. But you, the old man, have to rest more, let Xiaotian and the others do the Nanshi affairs."

Nan Changshou nodded: "I can do it!"

Two minutes later, Nan Changshou led several bodyguards to slowly walk out of the ward. Nan Chanting Buddha looked around and exhaled, and An Xiaotian stepped forward and spoke: "Sister Nan, the antidote does not contain toxins after testing, and will not react with the toxins on your body. It should be the real antidote."

"When are you going to take it?"

Nan Nian Buddha looked at his unconscious arm and Feng Qingyun replied indifferently: "Wait a minute! Compared to taking the antidote from Jiang Polang's hand, I hope to eat what Baigou leftovers prepared!" A touch of loneliness flashed across his face and said: "That will strengthen my confidence in the future."

An Xiaotian pushed his glasses: "She has gone to find Baigou left."

While Nan chanting Buddha showed a gratitude, Nan Changshou was slowly getting into the car. Before the door was closed, whisper! A sharp weapon broke through the air. When the Nan system bodyguard subconsciously pulled the crossbar and pulled the gun, a dagger was nailed to the tire of the car, and a memory stick was tied firmly with his hand.

While the South-class bodyguard was looking around, a man in black was walking down. The South-class bodyguard did not chase after him immediately, but surrounded Nan Changshou's car to protect him. At the same time, they picked up the walkie-talkie and called for support. They were afraid that they would be trapped by the other party, so they took a safe approach.

"What's this?"

Nan Changshou looked at the memory card on the dagger's hand and frowned slightly. Then, despite the bodyguard's obstruction, someone asked someone to take out the card and broadcast it for him to listen. He judged that the man in black was not hostile and gave him more of this memory card. Obviously, there were things that Nan Changshou was interested in.

"Nan chant Buddha's name! Did Nan chant Buddha's name ask you to kill me?"

Nan Changshou instantly recognized that this was the voice of the assassin in white!

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