Looking at the yacht and disappearing from sight, Fang Mi sneered and turned around and left.

He has already arranged everything.

Now, no one is allowed to go up to Qiankun Island. Even if Jiang Ning and others die on it, no one will know about it.

Jiangning and the others thought that this Qiankun Island represents romance and eternity, right?

Actually, there is nothing wrong. As long as you die together, you will be together forever.

Fang Mi got into his sports car and drove straight towards the villa in the south gate. Lu Yiran and Lu were serving Ling?

Jiangning is destined to be unable to return, so the underground circle of the South Island should be cleaned up well. The entire tourism industry of the South Island will also return to its previous model.

Without Jiangning, a meddling man, what the South Island was like before and what it should be like now.

The difference is that the person who can enjoy all this is no longer Nan Batian, but other Fang Mi!

“Are all arranged?”

Fang Mi drove while calling, "Don't show mercy, be sure to leave them on Qiankun Island. It doesn't matter where they are buried, as long as they die."

He sneered: "Brothers and I are waiting for you to come back in the South Gate Villa to celebrate your merits!"

After saying that, Fang Mi hung up the phone.

After confirming the arrangements on Qiankun Island, there was no problem, and the stone in his heart could finally be put down.

Once Jiangning dies, everything will be settled.

This underground circle of the South Island has finally been obtained!

Fang Mi drove back to the South Gate Villa and went straight to the door.

"Um?"

Why are the people who should have been on duty on both sides missing from the iron gates?

He was a little angry.

"It seems that some guys still have to beat them. Nan Batian is dead, but Jiang Ning is not dead yet? He dares to relax so much."

Fang Mi snorted.

He parked his car and walked straight to the South Gate Villa - now it was his home.

He pushed the door open and Fang Mi didn't see it. He stood on both sides of the door and greeted his maid. He only saw more than a dozen people lying down in the empty hall!

All of them are his confidants!

The blood dyed the floor red, and even had broken limbs and arms. The choking smell of blood immediately made Fang Mi almost vomit.

"vomit--"

His face was pale and his legs became soft in an instant.

The ambition and greed that I had just left, but there was no trace of it now!

"No, it's impossible... it's impossible!"

Fang Mi shouted, staring at the man sitting on the sandalwood chair as if he had seen a ghost, screaming in dismay, like a madman.

"Why are you not dead? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Sitting there, Nan Batian, who was sitting on the sandalwood chair, could not see a trace of murderous aura between his eyebrows, but his hands had already been dyed red!

On the ground, the dozen or even a few people were torn off by him!

"What you killed is just my substitute."

Nan Batian said lightly, "Fang Mi, I really didn't expect that you have some ambitions."

Fang Mi felt her legs weak, and she thumped and knelt down directly!

"Brother!"

He kowtowed violently, and blood suddenly turned on his forehead, "Brother! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

He always wondered why Nan Batian became more and more timid as he grew older. Over the years, he had even become like a retired old man, losing a trace of sharpness.

Even if someone rides on his head, he doesn't have a trace of temper.

He thought Nan Batian was old, but how could he know that he was just Nan Batian's substitute?

Why didn't he find out?
Chapter completed!