How many diamonds can be packed in a palm-sized black cloth bag?
It's worth at least 500 million.
Lu Fan shook his head when he heard this. He had always thought that no matter how powerful the Martial Alliance was, the strong would always be respected and it would be a pure land for martial arts practitioners.
But in the end, it gets darker as you go higher.
An entourage of the chief steward of the Martial Alliance leader would dare to ask for hundreds of millions without blinking an eye.
It proved that he was already used to this kind of thing and didn't take it to heart at all.
A few people just sat in the side room from morning until dark at night.
In the middle, except for the middle-aged man who came in with a pot of cold tea, no one came.
Several people had not eaten since morning and were already hungry.
Hong Xiaolin stood up and said: "Fuck grandma, I'm going to see who he is seeing. He hasn't seen anyone for a whole day. Damn, he's trying to push people around. He doesn't push people like this!"
"Okay, I've been waiting all day, do you still care now?"
Huang Sanyuan dissuaded him: "Don't forget, the second child is still in their hands, and you went there so rashly. If the second child is in any danger, how are you going to face his family?"
"But they are too bullying!"
Hong Xiaolin had an angry look on his face: "I told him before we came here that we have brought everything we need to bring, and we have shown respect to those we need to show respect, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't show his head for a day, and he doesn't even give him anything to stutter.
Who the hell is this Yaotian? He dares to play with us like this. I will quit fucking and fight him directly. I don’t believe what he can do to us in this Shanghai stock market!"
"What happened to make Hong Daheng so angry?"
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
A middle-aged man wearing golden satin pajamas and a smile on his face strode in.