The ghost knocking on the door was so loud that he got beaten up by the neighbor!

Eliminate the target - the crowded Nancheng Airport! Pan Feihong, the boss of Dihao Development Company, who has transferred assets overseas and is preparing to flee Jiuzhou!

After all, the guy from Xingmei Entertainment is also Qiqi's father to some extent, and Jiang Yan will not let Xiao Qiqi see him.

This person was handed over to Wang Xiaoming.

...

At the same time.

The special agent Zhang Yi, who was hung up, had a complicated expression.

He is a dignified A-level special agent!

How dare this guy make it clear in front of him what bad things he is going to do!

"I'm going to Dihao Villa now and must stop him! Don't let him mess around, otherwise it will have a bad impact!" Zhang Yi said anxiously.

"He can kill Xu Fei, who is also an A-level special agent like us." Another A-level special agent dispelled his anger, "You may not be his opponent if you go."

"He hides his strength." Qin Lao said in a muffled voice.

Zhang Yi has always been an impulsive person. When he is in a state of mind, he doesn't care about anything. This is also the consequence of controlling the evil spirit, and his mind will be subtly affected.

"Hmph!" He snorted angrily, "There are four of us here, how can he do whatever he wants?"

The special agent who tried to dissuade him sighed, "Have you forgotten that there is a forbidden spell inheritor? If the two of them appear at the same time, can you guarantee that they don't know each other? They won't attack?"

Silence!

Zhang Yi's heart was suddenly blocked.

Old Qin shook his head, pointed at the tester in a deep tone, and said, "No, even if there is only Yasha Shura, you are not a match."

Everyone's eyes gathered at once.

On the tester, a scary number was displayed-1000w energy unit! ! !

And it was constantly refreshing! Repeat!

Another one, above the innate!

Converted into a member of the special commissioning team...then, at least an S-level existence!

The whole audience was silent.

The members of the special commissioning team were like being poured with cold water.

"Be careful. Be careful." Qin Lao frowned, "He just said that Xu Fei is Quan Yu's undercover. I suggest that your special investigation team should first investigate the matter and not be too concerned about face."

"Besides... he is right."

"Times have changed. Many laws have not kept up with the times. Someone has to expose these problems."

"Can a businessman with deep sins be compared to Yaksha Shura?"

The person in charge of the building, Gu Hao.

He stumbled over.

Pointing to Liu Qinghang's live broadcast room, he stammered: "Dear... leaders, the evil ghost king Xiaoming controlled by Shura Yaksha is in the live broadcast room..."

He was so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly.

Everyone looked at the video he recorded——

Wang Xiaoming was smiling and saying to Liu Qinghang: "Beautiful Liu, I'm going to do something for my master. Don't run around before I come back."

Liu Qinghang: "Ah?! What are you doing?"

Wang Xiaoming's eyes showed extremely dangerous murderous intent, and he looked at the camera without disguising: "Star Entertainment, boss Lu Zhiming, congratulations—your death is coming."

…

At the gate of Nancheng Airport.

The crowds coming and going suddenly stopped.

Just because a group of villagers dressed simply and covered with traces of years and frost, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to a middle-aged man in a suit who was about to enter the airport.

"Boss Pan, please, please, please, build the building and give us a way to live..." A disabled villager tried hard to bend his legs, kowtowed to Pan Feihong, tears streaming down his face, "Our family has saved money for 30 years! It's all in there..."

"Boss Pan, we kowtow to you." A middle-aged woman with three children was crying and bleeding from her head. "We can't pay back the bank loan and can't find a place to live. Please be kind and build the building."

"Even if...even if it's just a place to live...we'll accept it as shoddy...please...please..."

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Kneeling to ask for a flower, an evaluation, a reward, a monthly ticket, and a comment! ! .

043 Qiqi made a move! Obtained: [Heavenly Secret True Pattern]! (Ask for flowers, evaluation, and monthly tickets)

043 Qiqi made a move! Obtained: [Heavenly Secret True Pattern]! (Seeking flowers, comments and monthly tickets)

"Boss Pan, please treat it as almsgiving to us, do a good deed and give us a place to live."

"We don't want any garden decoration, just build the shell of the house. Now there is no water or electricity, and there are no walls... My child broke his leg at night because of this."

The villagers cried loudly, full of powerlessness.

It's not that they didn't find formal ways to solve the problem.

But...

The Dihao Group has declared bankruptcy, all its properties have been sold, and the bank loan has been repaid first.

The relevant departments have also labeled Pan Feihong, the boss of the Dihao Group, as a dishonest person and banned him from using airplanes and high-speed trains.

However... it's useless!

These small villagers can only look at the unfinished buildings, crying without tears, and have to desperately accept the mortgage repayments from the bank every month.

Many families can no longer bear the huge pressure and move into abandoned unfinished buildings.

Those unfinished buildings only had bare load-bearing columns, not even walls, and the stairs were completely suspended in the air. If you took a wrong step, you might fall directly from the building.

Without water or electricity, the villagers suffered from the cold and had to be careful of thieves.

Pan Feihong didn't care about the sight of people around him.

His soybean-sized eyes, full of smugness, swept over the group of villagers who kowtowed.

When he thought that he would soon be able to leave this stupid country and become a free and easy beacon country citizen, he didn't want to pretend to be a good businessman for most of his life.

Pan Feihong cleared his throat and said hypocritically: "Oh, that's really pitiful."

"Did your child break his leg?"

Just when the villagers thought he was moved with sympathy,

Pan Feihong suddenly changed his expression and sneered: "That's none of my business."

"You can't take care of your child and he broke his leg. Look for the reason in yourself. I'm not your father, and I have to take care of your child's medical expenses."

"As for the unfinished house..." Pan Feihong laughed, with a smug look on his face, "I can't do anything about this problem."

The elongated tone was full of sarcasm-

"The company went bankrupt~no money~"

"Didn't the official reply to you a long time ago? How can you continue to build houses without money? Will you give it to me? Hahaha! Oh, or you can go to the bank. I didn't ask you to pay back the loan. The bank has money..."

"I'll give you a tip. Find some ropes in the middle of the night and hang yourself together at the bank headquarters. That way, they will be scared and give you money."

The villagers were ridiculed by him, their faces turned blue and red, and their veins were bulging with anger, but they could do nothing about him.

If you hit someone, the consequences will be so serious.

By then, no one will take care of the family's fields and children, and the situation will only get worse.

In despair.

The mother who kowtowed until blood flowed, looked at her child, and in her mind, she actually had the idea that Pan Feihong said.

If her death could attract some people's attention, then maybe...

the house would be settled.

Maybe...

her children would have a place to live.

What other ways can a commoner like Dousheng speak out? Taking advantage of the fact that there are many people here today and someone is filming a video, she decided... to take her own life to fight for hope for her husband and children!

As soon as she thought of this.

Her eyes were red.

She stood up, roared fiercely, and suddenly rushed towards Pan Feihong's Bentley.

The onlookers were horrified, but it was too late to stop her.

Bang!

The imagined collision sound and the tragedy did not happen.