Compared to He Fang, Xia Chenglong's losses were the smallest, after all, he got a sword in another lifetime.

He was still a little troubled when he thought of that thing. It was obviously not as powerful as the Tian-level martial arts. He only used one of the slightest power. It would probably take some time to learn the first level.

Xihai City no longer has anything to worry about. A Wu followed Xia Chenglong out of the city and it was difficult to walk to the Central Region. This time he had to move forward seriously.

Xia Chenglong wanted to go back to Bincheng as soon as possible. After leaving for half a month, he didn't know how the Zhao family was. More importantly, that woman Zong Xueqin has always been a disaster.

Since the last treasure hunt for Duankou Mountains ended, the other party has never appeared. It is worth affirming that she must be alive and can be found as long as she is alive.

Bincheng is still Bincheng. Due to some reasons, it is much larger than when Xia Chenglong first came. The large-scale investment promotion has allowed many powerful entrepreneurs to enter here.

The Zhao family has hosted Zhao Shaojiu, and the powerful Mo Qilin, no one would be so angry that they would want to raise an elephant's brow. At this moment, the Zhao family Yanran has become the biggest winner in Bincheng.

The Zhao House, which symbolizes power, has become the most domineering existence in Bincheng, and everyone wants to go into the place where they work.

In the conference room on the twelfth floor, there were a group of people sitting at this moment, with each person wearing their own wishes, each with a breath of a rich man.

The man sitting on the third place on the left side of the conference table looked like a big belly and his severe baldness caused him to be extremely unconfident in his appearance. He always grabbed the remaining hair from time to time to cover up his embarrassing situation.

Of course, in addition to this guy who was hollowed out by wine, there were a few people who looked really good, but no matter how they disguised themselves, their eyes still floated towards the woman's chest.

"Zhao~Xiao~Sister, I don't know what we are talking about, how are you considering?" The bald man said in a handsome voice, and smiled when he turned around.

Zhao Shao sat in the first place without changing his face. Mo Qilin behind him seemed lazy to lean against the wall, and his arms that had nowhere to be placed crossed on his chest, which seemed extremely boring.

"What Mr. Wang said is not as good as you, our Zhao family is simply not up to date. Your company can come to Bincheng to invest. As for the Eighth League Alliance, let's forget it!"

Zhao Shaojiu is not a fool. The foul gang alliance is nothing more than trying to raise funds for Zhao under the guise of alliance. I also want to use such a trick to fool people?

"Oh~ Miss Zhao, don't say that. The strength of the Zhao Group is obvious to all. Everyone agrees that you will be the leader of this alliance and will definitely lead everyone on a stronger road." The man who looks like a man adds fuel to the fire.

“Yes, yes, I think too.”

“I think too.”

Hearing someone speak, everyone hurriedly followed.

Zhao Shaojiu's hand placed on the seat was clenched into fists very early. These guys were really difficult to deal with. It seemed that they had agreed before they came.

"Why, Miss Zhao doesn't seem to be willing?"

The already disharmonious atmosphere became more and more tense because of the man's words. Everyone held their breath and looked at the woman in the head. The other party's speech was destined to change the situation at this moment.

They must have made sufficient preparations to come here. Knowing the battle of the hills that happened before, they naturally understood that the current Zhao family is just a name.

A gleam flashed through Zhao Shaojiu's eyes. It would be better for these guys not to offend her, otherwise no one would have any good results in the end.

The invisible pressure comes from the people sitting. She can still withstand it if she is alone. If the momentum of many Taoist people is oppressed together, it would be a bit uncomfortable.

Mo Qilin sneered without a trace, and his dark eyes flashed through his eyes. Then the temperature in the conference room began to drop, making people feel a sense of fear of being shrouded in the night.

The coldness of the Mo Qilin is not a simple temperature change. It is the oppression brought by a powerful race. It is something that will be infected without a trace of human beings.

Everyone's expressions changed. It seemed that the news that the Zhao family had a powerful man entering the Saint Realm was true. Some people with unstable minds trembled their legs and their bodies were trembling.

Most of these people are rich bosses. How could they be opponents of practitioners? Just one pressure can make them unable to bear it.

"Are you guys bullying Shaojiu's mistress?" The woman paused and said, "How can I get to your eyes? As for the matter of the Eighth Corps Alliance, it's better to discuss it slowly. What do you think?"

What a joke? I'm afraid that if I don't bully her, I'm afraid that if I don't bully them, I'll have already burned the incense.

The sudden oppression instantly broke everyone's plan, and no one dared to make a decision on the spot without the leader.

"Well, ah, this, Miss Zhao is a good method. She is worthy of being the leader of Bincheng. I'm afraid... bang!" Before the bald man finished speaking, he fell to the ground and was so stressed that he couldn't breathe.

Zhao Shaojiu gave Qilin a wink and nodded in admiration.

"Hahahaha, the old woman comes uninvited, Miss Wang Zhao, don't be surprised!"

The home court that they were originally controlled by them was broken by a laugh from outside the door. Who knew that the other party was actually a warrior with a high level of cultivation, and could see through Mo Qilin's means at a glance and offset it through sound waves.

Zhao Shaojiu got up and looked at the door. A man with gray hair walked in leisurely from outside.

This person is the new president of the Warriors Association. No one knows the other party's identity. The only thing he knows is that he has undergone a major blood change in Bincheng's Warriors Association in just three days.

More importantly, the other party's attitude towards the Zhao family was extremely unclear. He seemed to greet him with a smile, but in fact he put a lot of trouble to test them.

"Miss Zhao, don't be fine!"

"President Wang, I don't know if you are here for..."

Although some people are very strong, they are not afraid of her so much that she cannot compete.

President Wang didn't care about everyone's opinions, as if he treated this place as his own home, and sat down calmly: "Haha, I heard that you have a meeting today, and I came here to take a look. After all, it was about the development of Bincheng, and you wouldn't refuse!"

"Of course not, Xiao Li, give the president tea!"

Xiao Li, who is usually timid, has never encountered such a big scene, and his hands holding the kettle are even trembling.

"Bang!"

The water cup even fell to the ground.

Zhao Shaojiu walked over calmly with a calm expression and slapped Xiao Li without saying a word.

"Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I..."

"Do I usually teach you this? I don't even have basic politeness. Get out."

Xiao Li lowered his head and didn't even dare to say anything, so he hurriedly withdrew.

The person sitting there nodded secretly, pointing his head at the slap of the Sang and slandering. He seemed to have slapped the assistant, but he actually scolded President Wang. The key point is that it is hard to say.
Chapter completed!