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Since Chang Jun had the intention to escape, he quickly restrained the Chang family's team and fled the scene like a dozen hunting dogs. Chang Jun now regretted it.

If he had known that Chen Qiye was so powerful, he would have played a game. Chang Jun only hoped that Chen Qiye would never play a murder game with him.

Many rich second-generations looked at Chang Jun's shadow fleeing in a hurry, and a terrifying atmosphere instantly enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Sir Chang has left, what should we do next?"

"Are you running or fighting?"

"Let's run, as we do, we will become the commander of the bare feet until dawn."

Just as the group of people were talking about it, more than a dozen good players died at Chen Qiye's hands. When did these rich second generations have seen such a bloody scene, their bile ducts were almost scared.

Fang Wenshan grabbed Zhang Shaojun's collar and shouted: "Who the hell did you mess with?"

Chen Qiye's clean and neat killing method, even if he, a playboy, realized that Chen Qiye's extraordinaryness, how could a butcher like this be an ordinary person? And all of this was brought by Zhang Shaojun, how could Fang Wenshan not hate it?

"You ask me, who the hell should I ask?" With a snap, Zhang Shaojun slapped Fang Wen's arm and shouted: "You want to play this game yourself. Will you blame me if you mess it up, coward!"

The enemy is facing each other. Seeing that Zhang Shaojun and Fang Wenshan are about to fight, the followers on both sides hurried over to fight.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Fang, it's not the time to fight in the nest."

"We have no life."

"Look, the executioner is coming towards us. What should we do!"

Zhang Shaojun and Fang Wenshan looked subconsciously and a scent of blood came to their faces. Chen Qiye was stained with blood, and the blades made of steel on his hand had been cut. How many necks would it take to cut to achieve this?

The God of Killing, this guy is definitely an absolute God of Killing!

"run!"

Zhang Shaojun and Fang Wenshan roared at the same time, leading the remaining soldiers into the forest like big-headed flies.

Soon there were only corpses left on the scene, and the tanks did not react much, but Tolstoy didn't dare to look at Chen Qiye with his eyes. After the dark night battle just now, the three of them killed more than a hundred people in total, but half of them died at the hands of Shen Qiye.

Tolstoy had served in the Far East at least, but he could kill the enemy with just one dagger. Looking at the entire Far East, Chen Qiye was definitely the first person. This Far East native now has sincere respect for Chen Qiye.

"Boss, should you chase or not?" Tank looked at Chen Qiye and asked.

Chen Qiye was not in a hurry to answer this question, but instead looked at Tolstoy and asked: "Can there be a 300-year-old mountain in the Far East Forest Area?"

Tolstoy knew that Chen Qiye was looking for Shan Jue to save his wife and children's lives, so he was not careful.

"Yes." Tolstoy said affirmatively.

"According to our current efficiency, how long does it take to find an old mountain plant in the previous year?" Chen Qiye said.

Now that Zhang Shaojun and others are in a defeat, Chen Qiye and his group can find Laoshan Guard without warning, but the core production area of ​​the Far East Forest Area is too large, with a total of thousands of square kilometers, a county and city size. In this vast forest, there is a possibility of Laoshan Guard anywhere.

Tolstoy's ancestors have lived here for generations. Based on his understanding of the forest area, the Far East forest area is 100% Laoshanjue, which is more than 300 years old, but this does not mean that they can find it.

"It can be as short as one year, and it can be as long as more than ten years." Tolstoy said with no certainty.

"What is the probability that the smuggling Zhang family, Fang family, and Chang family have Lao Shan Gun?" Chen Qiye asked.

These three companies have been in the Far East for more than ten years, and they must have a lot of good goods in their hands. Instead of finding a needle in a haystack, [     ] If you go to these three companies to find them.

Tank instantly understood what Chen Qiye meant. He wanted to start with those rich second-generations.

If there is a road in heaven, you don’t go, and if there is no way to hell, you insist on breaking through. Zhang Shaojun and the other two could never dream of playing the murder game, they would play the God of Killing. I really don’t know what kind of incense they burned in their previous life.

"Tolstoy, tell me quickly. How likely is the three smuggling kings' houses to be 300 years old?" Tank asked hurriedly when he saw that Tolstoy didn't say anything.

This is difficult to make Tolstoy. After all, he is a member of their gang. He can only infer the probability that these three families will be old and old.

The Zhang family, Fang family, and Chang family are the three largest forces in the Far East. The probability of having Lao Shanqi in their hands should be extremely high, but Tolstoy dared not make a guarantee when it comes to the extremely high-year mountain.

"At least, it's more likely than we find ourselves."

At the same time, Jiang Ming and a group of subordinates were drinking in a hotel room. After the two places merged, Jiang Ming's position also changed. Although it did not end as high as expected, it at least did not decline. It was considered that he had real power in his hands. Of course, his subordinates had to hold Jiang Ming's thighs tightly.

"Secretary Jiang, Ji Ai, we are also very sad about Mengmeng's death."

"If I remember well, Mengmeng is only in her early twenties this year, and she is in her prime, who would have thought she would leave like this."

"I'm going to cry even if I think about it!"

Several bald middle-aged men actually squeezed out a few tears in front of Jiang Ming. It looked very hypocritical, but Jiang Ming was very helpful.

"It's all my fault for Chen Ailing. If she hadn't adopted Shen Mingchao, how could my Mengmeng die for love!" Jiang Ming said with a big mouthful of wine: "I decided to divorce Chen Ailing tomorrow!"

Everyone applauded.

"Secretary Jiang, you should have divorced Chen Ailing long ago. I heard that woman is not at the right time."

"Look for another college student to celebrate."

"Brother Jiang, you are still young, and it is no problem to have a few daughters and sons."

"Then we little brothers wish Brother Jiang a happy divorce!"

"Done!"

With the pursuit of a group of subordinates, Jiang Ming quickly became ecstatic. When he thought of divorceing Chen Ailing tomorrow and starting his life again, Jiang Ming's heart suddenly swept away.

At this time, Jiang Ming's phone rang. It was called by his former old boss. Jiang Ming was depressed. It was almost midnight now. Isn't the boss already sleeping? As a secretary, he knew the rest time of the old boss very well.

"Boss, call me so late. Do you have any instructions?" Jiang Ming asked respectfully.
Chapter completed!