This group of Indians was led by a man in a golden robe.
The man had curly hair on his head, like circles. Although he had a strong curry smell on his body, he looked a bit more of a superior temperament.
He was holding a thick cigar in his left hand, and at this moment he was leaning on the Hainan Huanghuali seat that originally belonged to Xia Yuejin.
There was a bit of lust and a dazzled smell in his eyes, and his eyes were almost always lingering on the women in the Xia family.
Especially when seeing Xia Yun and other women, the heat in his eyes was almost as solid as the substance.
I have to admit that his posture and expression are really disgusting.
And beside this disgusting Indian man, Ye Hao also saw a woman who had many fates in Wucheng before.
Vanlisa.
This woman seemed to have forgotten how much she suffered at Ye Hao, and also forgot that because of Ye Hao, she had completely stood on the opposite side of Tianzhu.
At this moment, she had already retired from the traditional clothing of India, wearing a face-style cheongsam and white fishnet stockings under the cheongsam. With her occasional movements, she felt a thrilling feeling.
Fanlisha's face was filled with carelessness, as if she had no concern for everything in front of her, and seemed to have no awe of Daxia.
"Mr. Xia, I wonder what you are thinking?"
At this time, the Indian man in a brocade robe squirted out a mouthful of smoke, his face full of arrogant and domineering smell.
"In an hour, it's coming soon."
"If you can't agree to our request, then we have to open the live broadcast software and kill a member of the Xia family."
"Of course, in order to demonstrate our friendship, we can ask you to designate who is going to kill."
"For us, as long as we kill the Xia family, it doesn't matter."
Speaking of this, I saw the man in a golden robe waved his hand and someone had already opened the live broadcast software and placed the tablet on the desktop.
On the screen, you can see hundreds of Xia family members being pushed on their foreheads with firearms, and each of them has a number on their foreheads.
"Come on, Mr. Xia, choose one."
"Since you can't agree to our request now, why don't we try it together? Do we Tianzhu people dare to attack you Daxia people?"
"Anyway, you Daxia people are used to not seeing the coffin."
"It's a good thing to kill one first and let you know our methods..."
Speaking of this, the man in a golden robe had a sinister expression on his face.
Xia Yuejin had a calm face and did not speak.
The senior executives of the Xia family present also looked extremely ugly.
All those on the screen are from the Xia family, and each one is carefully cultivated by the Xia family, with flesh and blood affection in it.
Let them choose one to die first?
How can I choose it?
Moreover, these senior officials also saw that these Indians were preparing to kill people and kill their hearts.
After all, if the senior executives of the Xia family really make a choice, the people of the Xia family will probably disperse.
"What? Can't make a choice?"
"Or else this is the case?"
"It's exactly six o'clock now. Let's choose No. 6 if we want auspicious things?"
While speaking, the man in the golden robe made a gesture.