Musk was hit in the face with a checkbook by Jiang Xiaoliu, and he was so angry that he cursed on the spot.
As the world's richest man, he has never suffered such an insult. Amid everyone's astonishment, Musk roared: "70 billion, whoever fucking kills Jiang Xiaoliu, this money belongs to him!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. There was no shortage of powerful spiritual cultivators at the scene. Whether they were foreign or domestic, these people were immediately ready to take action.
This frightened Su Yunyan, and she hurriedly took Jiang Xiaoliu's hand and wanted to leave quickly.
But soon, more than a dozen people blocked the way, and each of them had a strong look of greed in their eyes.
One of them shouted loudly: "Let's besiege Jiang Xiaoliu together, kill him, and divide 70 billion US dollars!"
Immediately, some people were encouraged, and more people gathered around. Many of them just sneered at Jiang Xiaoliu when he took the checkbook.
But now, under the temptation of money, these people have long forgotten their so-called dignity. They looked at Jiang Xiaoliu as if they were looking at a golden gold mine.
Hahaha……
Seeing many people surrounding Jiang Xiaoliu, Musk burst into tears with laughter: "Look, this is the power of money. Come on, as long as you kill Jiang Xiaoliu, this huge sum of money will be yours, and it will allow you like these
How many lives can one live without worries about food and clothing?"
The crowd surged, and more and more warriors gathered around, making Su Yunyan pale with fear.
Jiang Xiaoliu, on the other hand, protected Su Yunyan and Wang Jiong behind him. He did not expect that Musk's money would make so many people crazy.
And among them, the vast majority are warriors from the Wuzhou Kingdom!
"Brothers, come on!"
An unknown person suddenly shouted loudly, and the group of warriors who had originally surrounded Jiang Xiaoliu and others suddenly showed their power collectively.
All the divine cultivators displayed their elixir energy one after another. The overwhelming elixir energy stung Su Yunyan to the point where he could not stand firmly. If Jiang Xiaoliu hadn't used a protective shield to protect him, he would have been torn apart by the energy.
At this critical moment, a sharp roar suddenly came from far away: "Get out of my way, who dares to touch Jiang Xiaoliu?"
As the roar resounded, a terrifying sense of pressure approached.
Amidst the rumbling sound, the besiegers who exuded alchemy energy were crackled by the coercion, and an elegant figure fell from the sky.
"It's Mr. Zhong!"
The person who came was dressed in snow-white, and he was none other than Zhong Wudi, a powerful person in the third realm of spiritual cultivation and an important member of the Association of Divine Cultivators!
Behind Zhong Wudi, followed closely by the rickety Zhong Kui, he slapped a warrior away and walked to Jiang Xiaoliu.
Jiang Xiaoliu smiled, and his tense expression immediately relaxed, while Su Yunyan also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"It's Zhong Wudi from the Divine Cultivator Association, retreat quickly!"
Some of the warriors knew Zhong Wudi and knew that Zhong Wudi was present. Even if everyone surrounded him, they could only act nonsense.
As a result, the warriors who had just been knocked away chose to escape one after another.
Zhong Wudi looked at Musk, who looked uneasy, and said calmly: "Don't think that there are a few bad guys just messing around in our Wuzhou country, get out!"
He pointed his finger in the air, and a stream of elixir energy shot out of the air. With a hiss, he knocked over the bodyguard of the spiritual cultivator who was guarding Musk.
The bodyguard grunted, vomiting blood, and was carried by his companions.
Although Musk was unwilling to give in, he still realized how powerful Zhong Wudi was. He knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so he immediately led his people away in despair.
Bosses from other countries can only leave one after another.
"You can still laugh." Zhong Wudi patted the smiling Jiang Xiaoliu with his hand and said, "If I had shown up later, you would have been torn to pieces."
Jiang Xiaoliu scratched his scalp and laughed, not saying anything, but his heart was very bright. The moment he left the airport, he felt Zhong Wudi's familiar aura.
"Let's go, we have a special helicopter to take you back to Xihe City."
Zhong Kui pushed Jiang Xiaoliu, seemingly dissatisfied, but actually when he touched Jiang Xiaoliu's body, Zhong Kui changed his hand to a gentle pat and gave Jiang Xiaoliu a thumbs up.
"Hello, Brother Kui."
Jiang Xiaoliu greeted politely.
"I've told you, call me Grandpa Kui, no matter how big or small." Zhong Kui raised his voice: "If you don't remember it in the future, be careful I tear your ears."
These words caused everyone to burst into laughter.
A few minutes later, a civilian helicopter flew towards Xihe City carrying several people.
It was already afternoon that day when we returned to Xihe City.
Jiang Xiaoliu was warmly welcomed by teachers and students at Xihe City University. When President Wang Jiong announced that the US$1.8 million Jiang Xiaoliu had received would be used as poverty funds to assist poor students at the school, he won thunderous cheers from everyone.
Later, people from the Xihe City Government, led by Municipal Organization Director Xu Liang, issued a good citizen certificate to Jiang Xiaoliu on behalf of the Xihe City Government.
Jiang Xiaoliu was also informed that because he had won international honors for Xihe City, the Xihe City Government had decided to officially change the name of Jiang Xiaoliu's hometown village in the city to Xiaoliu Village.
The first village chief of Xiaoliu Village was Jiang Xiaoliu's neighbor Aunt Liu, and Jiang Xiaoliu was the honorary village chief.
This was a good thing. Jiang Xiaoliu immediately called Aunt Liu to confirm and learned that his home had been decorated and he could go home and move in at any time.
That night, a grand celebration ceremony was held at the Xihe City University Gymnasium. As a heroic existence, Jiang Xiaoliu was admired by thousands of people.
It was not until the ceremony was over that Jiang Xiaoliu confirmed that Su Yunyan had gone to the hospital to visit Mr. Su, and then he arrived alone at the Su Group headquarters.
According to what he learned, Su Bancheng was working overtime at the headquarters tonight. Jiang Xiaoliu felt that it was time for a showdown with Su Bancheng.
He is going to give Su Bancheng a serious warning and a beating tonight!
When Jiang Xiaoliu saw Su Bancheng, he saw Su Bancheng sitting calmly in the big office. The video of Jiang Xiaoliu winning the Hercules Cup was playing on the big screen in the room.
"You're finally here!"
Su Bancheng was unusually calm. He pointed at the coffee table opposite his desk and said to Jiang Xiaoliu: "From the death of Golden Retriever to the disappearance of Wang Jiong, I knew you would come to me sooner or later. But Jiang Xiaoliu, please read the coffee table.
According to the information on the Internet, if you are sure that I want to poison my grandfather, am I doing something wrong?"
Jiang Xiaoliu didn't expect Su Bancheng to say that. After reading the information, he felt bad.
He originally thought that Su Bancheng was so ambitious that he even wanted to poison his grandfather.
But after reading the information, Jiang Xiaoliu realized that everything happened for a reason. If the content of the information was true, then Mr. Su was too hateful.
Many years ago, Su Bancheng's mother, Su Yunyan's mother, was actually forced to death by Mr. Su himself, and she died miserably. The woman who looked like Su Yunyan in the photo had her body divided into five sections by four horses.
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The state of death is horrific!
"Let me ask you, he killed my mother, should I take revenge?"
Su Bancheng gritted his teeth and his expression gradually became fierce. This chapter has been completed!