"You should ask for the account well. If you don't listen, I will insist on making trouble!"

Suddenly, Xiao Lin was murderous and stern: "Tell me, should I eat paper or give money!"

"Don't behave, you dare to hit my dad!"

Li Wanqian shouted: "Brothers, scout the guys and beat me to death!"

The scalpel flashed coldly, and a bloody mouth was drawn on Mr. Li's neck, dripping blood, and he would kill Mr. Li at any time. This was not a joke.

"Damn it, do you want to kill me and inherit my property?"

How did my dad know what I was thinking?

Li Wanqi looked at Mr. Li strangely, and was confused. No one knows his son is better than his father!

"Eat or not?"

Xiao Lin's voice was cold, and the sharp scalpel penetrated a little deeper, and blood kept flowing.

"I...I eat!"

"very good!"

Xiao Lin nodded and took out a stack of bills.

Mr. Li was stunned. Is this stack of bills still alive?

So he spoke, "That sir, let's talk again. I'll double my repayment. This is OK!"

"One hundred million!" Xiao Lin spit out two words, which were simple and easy to understand.

The other party acts like a scoundrel, and his methods are even more scoundrel.

He said, "Please choose one of two!"

At this time, a phone call came in.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

From this, it is not difficult to tell who called it.

"Wife, I'm asking for the account!"

"But I just saw dozens of bodyguards at the door going to Chenfeng, why don't I call the police first!" Feng Chengcheng on the other end of the phone was very worried.

"Wife, you'd better find a truck!"

Feng Chengcheng: "..."

What are you looking for a truck?

This guy wouldn't have been beaten up so stupid that he mistakenly called an ambulance a truck?

Feng Chengcheng on the other end of the phone was very worried. Xiao Lin still had epilepsy and she was really afraid something happened.

After getting along with Xiao Lin in the past two days, Feng Chengcheng no longer hated Xiao Lin so much, and even began to accept this husband who fell from the sky.

So, Feng Chengcheng asked: "Why are you looking for a truck?"

"Take money!"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a while.

Xiao Lin hung up the phone, and his cold eyes fell on Mr. Li again. As for the dozens of bodyguards, he didn't care at all.

"Brother, I can't get 100 million!"

"Click!"

"Ah!" Mr. Li screamed, his face pale as paper, and one of his arms was broken by Xiao Lin.

"Damn it!"

Li Wanqian shouted loudly, but he didn't dare to move.

“Is there any now?”

Xiao Lin asked, slowly picking up Mr. Li’s other arm with his left hand.

Like a rooster who is so irresistible as Mr. Li, Xiao Lin has some means to deal with it.

"Yes, yes!" Mr. Li was completely afraid. He didn't dare to challenge Xiao Lin anymore, so he had to raise money and raise 100 million in half an hour through major banks.

The woman who was previously killed by General Li stood at the door, speechless. Why did she climb to the manager's position after being fucked every day?

And this guy...

Just a pack of waste paper, you can easily make 100 million.

That's the difference.

"If I had known this, why should I have been there?" Xiao Lin shrugged, put away the scalpel, picked up the bank card and left.

One hundred million, of course it cannot be cash.

When he walked to the corridor, Mr. Li gave an order: "Are you all dead? Take the money back for me!"

One hundred million, but half of his property is so easy to be taken away?
Chapter completed!