A hint of anger flashed in Fana's eyes. As the noble second caste of India, when has he been treated like this?
But he was a character after all, so soon he took a deep breath and the expression on his face disappeared without a trace.
He wanted to rush over and stomp this young man from Daxia who dared to slap him in the face to death.
But Fana San knew that he didn't need to do this by himself.
After all, he is the Jin family today and is a guest of the Overlord Gang. Compared to his anger, Jin Jiumei is really embarrassed.
Moreover, the Jin family is in an upward period now, so how can they just lose such face?
What if the Jin family becomes a joke?
So, Fan A San, who calmed down, smiled and said lightly: "It's interesting, but things are normal."
"Our Xianfeng Temple has no foundation in Daxia, so it is natural to be looked down upon."
"If it weren't for this, the Sharek and his son wouldn't have lost all their face a few days ago. They are still kneeling at the entrance of the hospital."
"There are many talented people in Daxia, and the crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Wucheng!"
Fana Sanyi seemed to be ready to compromise, but in fact, as long as he was a person, he was filled with anger at this moment.
He wanted to use such words to stimulate Jin Jiumei, let Jin Jiumei take action, and directly trample on the Daxia man who dared to slander the Indians to death.
Jin Jiumei glanced at Fan A San with a cold expression. How could she not know what Fan A San was thinking about with such a person?
But as a member of the Jin family, she can always remain absolutely calm and calm.
So not only did her face remain unchanged, but her posture of drinking did not change at all.
She drank the red wine in the glass with a faint expression, then she looked at the bald man not far away and said lightly: "The Jin family and the Bawang Gang are so big, and the Xianfeng Temple is so deep, so
The size of the five major clans and the ten top families have to retreat when we see it!"
"Who dares to challenge us?"
"Did he come from a martial arts holy land or from a famous family?"
Jin Jiumei's smile is sweet, but her eyes are cold.
The bald man remembered Ye Hao's expression and subconsciously shivered, saying, "Miss Jiu, you are right to remind me. The other party's background is probably very good. Maybe there is a certain amount of energy, both in the government and road of Wucheng.
A certain relationship..."
"background?"
"energy?"
"relation?"
Jin Jiumei's legs were stacked, and her eyes contained disdain and coldness: "How deep can the background be?"
"How much energy can be?"
"How hard can the relationship be?"
"Can we still have a 3-point land in Wucheng be stronger than our Jin family?"
"You're simply kidding!"
While speaking, Jin Jiumei snapped her fingers with a "slap".
Then she saw her take out a token made of gold from her arms, which was only the size of a palm, with the word "gold" written on it.
"Take my token and tell the blind guy!"
"Break your hands, wash the woman that Mr. Fan likes, and send it over."
"He knelt at the door and kowtowed for ten minutes..."
"This matter is over!"
"If you can't do it, or you don't cherish the opportunity!"
"Tell him, my Jin Jiumei's god blocks the god of killing the god, and the Buddha blocks the Buddha's bad luck!"