The Magnificent God of War

The man sitting, holding a goblet in his hand, placed it in front of his nose, gently shaking, half-closed his eyes, intoxicated by the smell of wine, no one dared to disturb him.

"A good wine is a good wine. The vintage is a bit worse. What a pity."

After a long time, the man opened his eyes and beckoned. The maid standing beside him immediately passed the barrel in his hand. Without hesitation, the man threw the goblet and the wine inside.

The thing he doesn't like is rubbish.

And **** has no existential value and meaning.

At this point, he turned his head, looked at the person who was kneeling there, and said lightly: "Is it okay to do just such a thing?"

"Brother Dacheng, I'm sorry!"

The man knelt there and quickly kowtow, "That person is very strong, I am not his opponent."

"Who can be found?"

Park Dacheng raised his head slightly, glanced at the man’s injuries, and couldn’t help cursing a few swear words, “This is the Handu, and even the site of the Black Dragon Association. When is it the turn of others to be arrogant?”

"Brother Dacheng, that person should be an employee of Lin's, but I didn't expect that a company employee would be able to work in such a skill..."

Park Dacheng waved his hand, impatient to listen to what the man said, so he was directly led by someone to save him from worrying about it.

He didn't like people being so arrogant, especially in Handu, in their territory.

"Assi,"

Park Dacheng yelled, "Get my phone."

He picked up the phone, dialed a number, tilted his head, and didn't know where his eyes were looking, the indifferent and disdainful expression on his face seemed to be born with him.

"It's me, Park Dacheng, you said you want to harass someone from the Lin family, but now, you don't have enough chips."

He was not at all angry, but rather happy, as if the business suddenly had a new bargaining chip, even if the person opposite was not a small person, but everyone was in different positions and had different identities, he had to consider himself.

"Everyone is doing things for Li's, you are a bit too much."

On the other end of the phone, the tone was obviously a little unhappy.

"Hahaha, that's not what I said. Everyone is for money. I am in charge of the underground circle of Handu. This is the one who recognizes. I can't. I work for nothing and don't make money, so how can I explain it?"

Park Dacheng lit a cigarette and smiled, "Besides, you can get this money back from Lin's body, right?"

"Don't want to lie to me, your business people are darker than us, and more cruel than us!"

"How much do you want!"

The other side didn't have so much patience, so he said directly.

"Add another 30 million. I guarantee that none of them will be able to attend the meeting on time in the evening. When that happens, you will be able to delegate all the responsibility to them."

Park Dacheng hung up the phone, and the smile on his face gradually faded and disappeared.

"Assi,"

He shouted, a burly man in a suit immediately walked up to him with a respectful face, "Take a few people and go to the hotel. Kill the man with good skills..."

Speaking of it, it's like killing a chicken, and it's an understatement, as if he didn't regard that life as a human life at all.

"As for the other Lin employees,"

He touched his chin, looked at some photos in the phone, and his eyes fell on Xiao Zhao's photo, "Catch it, and use them to their best value. Recently, there is a lack of new faces on the pigsty."