Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 464: The aunt who takes the onion, come out!

"Then, why are you so good to me?" Wang Sen's heart was filled with narcissism. Naturism was indeed a wonderful sense of accomplishment. Tang Wanrong raised her feet and scraped his nose, "Shame, I'm not good to you, who else will be nice to you?"

Wang Sen felt warm in his heart, and he couldn't help but hug Tang Wanrong tighter. Tang Wanrong leaned against his shoulder like a bird. Before the two of them had walked far, a person rushed out of the alley next door, and rushed forward like crazy, covering me, Wang Sen!

"Be careful!" Wang Sen's hands were wrapped around Tang Wanrong's slender waist and turned around. The rash young man was hitting Wang Sen's back with a loud bang. He was quite powerful and Wang Sen frowned. The boy sat on the ground and howled, "Uncles and Aunts, help me, you've hit me to death!"

"Are you okay?" Tang Wanrong reached out to help him, but the boy grabbed his wrist, and the shouting in his mouth became louder and louder, "Help, kill someone, hit someone to death!"

Wang Sen pinched the kid's wrist with a dark face and forced him to let go of his hand. Tang Wanrong didn't understand why this person screamed like a pig? It was him who hit us just now!

"I met a person who was stumbled with a stumble." Wang Sen wiped his sweat and said in a low voice. At this time, all the residents around him came out and surrounded the three people. Several raving women began to spread rumors. When this thin boy heard someone support him, he immediately shouted thirty-year-old. The tone was so desolate, as if the whole family had died, and he still threw his nose on Wang Sen's clothes.

"It's so disgusting!" Tang Wanrong hid behind Wang Sen, looked at the angry thin boy with a look of surprise, and looked at Wang Sen timidly. Wang Sen suppressed his anger and took out a hundred yuan from his pocket. "Brother, if you are injured, call an ambulance to the hospital immediately. Don't howl with us here."

The boy grabbed the money and looked at it, and then fell to Wang Sen's feet, "No, my leg is broken, at least 5,000 yuan. If you don't have money, I'll wait to die! Uncles, grandpa and aunts, please judge me. I'm walking well. The man and woman suddenly rushed out and knocked me to the ground. They still wanted to run..."

A few people who understood the situation saw the whole story and walked away with their heads shaking their heads, but more people continued to use the onlookers' spirit of the Chinese people, and stood there with interest and watched the situation develop. Some even pushed small carts selling popsicles over and started shouting with their necks.

"It's too much!" Tang Wanrong heard the hawking sound of "Peanut, Melon Seeds, Instant Noodles, Ham Sausage, Grilled Fish Fillets!", and frowned, and couldn't help but cover her ears. Wang Sen thought for a while, and there was really no 5,000 yuan in his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, "Young man, I only have 500 yuan on hand now, what do you think?"

"No, I can't agree!" An aunt holding onions was afraid that the matter would be resolved, so she pulled her neck and shouted, ***, what's the matter if you finish the matter? I'm not satisfied with watching the fun!

"Yes, no!" The thin boy shouted with support, hardened his neck. Wang Sen snorted, picked up a piece of poplar branches on the ground, broke off the branches and branches on it, and sucked it in full view of the thin boy's butt, "Little bastard, I'll let you pretend, I'll let you mess with it! Get out of here quickly!"

The boy never dreamed that Wang Sen would dare to hit him in front of so many people. He was so scared that he hurriedly shrank back. Wang Sen kicked him over. The boy was thrilled and ran out with his butt, causing everyone to laugh.

It was indeed something that could not be taken away and retreated! Wang Sen threw the branches on the ground angrily and clasped his fists at the neighbors who were still watching, "I'm sorry, this is my younger brother. If you don't learn well, you'll make trouble outside every day. Everyone should go back and have to go to work tomorrow!"

Everyone dispersed with a coaxing sound. Tang Wanrong walked over, gently pulled Wang Sen's hand, took out a pack of tissue from his bag to wipe the sweat beads on his nose, "Fool, that person is so annoying! We didn't hit him at all, he insisted on..."

"Things are not good!" A thought suddenly flashed through Wang Sen's mind, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down. He hurriedly reached out to stop a taxi and pulled Tang Wanrong into the back seat of the car. "Nanguan District Tangfeng Group Office Building, driver, hurry up!"

Only then did Wang Sen realize that he had been hit by the enemy's delaying plan. Whether it was Li Jianzi or the boy who was trying to kill him, their strength was not enough to destroy Wang Sen. However, why did they still provoke him? There was only one conclusion: hold him up and make an ulterior motive during the period of his absence.

The facts in front of him proved that Wang Sen's judgment was correct. Secretary Qian was wearing a white suit and had a 30-minute head shape. He also deliberately used hair wax to make people look beautiful. He had a pair of dark brown crocodile leather shoes on his feet, which were spotlessly stained. Only the pair of sinister eyes on his face stared at Wang Sen like a falcon, making people feel chill.

"This trick is really good to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Faced with the numerous IsR mercenaries, Wang Sen calmed down his love. He leaned against the table, held his hands in front of his chest. Looking at Secretary Qian who was dressed handsomely, he couldn't help but smile, "Let's just talk straight to the point, there is no need to go around the corner."

"It's refreshing enough, it's really a hero." Secretary Qian stood up, holding a glass of rum in his hand, and shook at Wang Sen, "Would you like to have a glass of Martinique rum in 1982?"

"Thank you, but I think this kind of spirit is not suitable for people like you who are feminine." Wang Sen refused his rum, and Secretary Qian smiled, "Now you can say whatever you want. In just one minute, you will have to think about it according to my wishes. Is this a sadness for you? Come on, bring the hostages to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two people walked out of the closed door and were pushed to Wang Sen by tied up. Wang Sen looked up and saw that it was Chen Yi and Peng Wei. His head buzzed, and then pushed Qin Xiao, who was also tied up from behind. There were two lines of tears on the girl's face, and four long slap marks on each of her fair face. It seemed that she was being beaten very lightly.

"Wang Sen, if you hand over the inheritance rights of the Battle Axe Organization and the members of the Axe Gang under your command, I think I can ensure the safety of these three people." Secretary Qian laughed with a glass of wine, "This is nothing more than a simple task for you. Of course I don't want to hear the voice of rejection." As he said that, he nodded at his subordinates, two bald black men immediately grabbed the gun and pressed the three people's foreheads, waiting for Wang Sen to make a decision.

"Is this what Tang Zihao mean?" Wang Sen asked calmly, Secretary Qian snorted from his nostrils, "Of course, this is exactly what the president means. Wang Sen, you must understand that these things should be inherited by the president, not you!"

"No, these things should be inherited by Sister Wanjun!" Tang Wan couldn't help but shout, Secretary Qian laughed dryly, "Miss is right, but where is Tang Wanjun now? I'm afraid he's dead. You won't let a dead man crawl out of the grave to inherit the rights! Absurd!"

"Sister Wanjun has not..." Tang Wanrong was stopped by Wang Sen as soon as he was halfway through his words. He took a step forward and said to Secretary Qian with a smile, "You are right, Tang Wanjun is dead. These things should be inherited by Tang Zihao, but what if Tang Wanjun is still alive?"

"Your imagination is too ideal." Secretary Qian shook his head and said, "Okay, Wang Sen, it seems that you are not willing to die in the Yellow River. Don't be foolish, accept the reality obediently!"

Wang Sen's eyes rolled, and suddenly he thought of a solution. Secretary Qian looked at Wang Sen's face turning from gloomy to clear, and his heart skipped a beat. Did this kid think of some bad idea again? He knew that Wang Sen was not easy to deal with, and he had to be very scheming with Wang Sen.

"Let's do it. Within three hours, if anyone finds Tang Wanjun first and brings her here, then who will inherit the Far East Branch of the Tomahawk organization, and the group of Axe Gang members under my command will also be the winner. What do you think?"

"What if Tang Wanjun is dead?" Secretary Qian thought about it, nodded or shook his head, but asked such a question. Wang Sen laughed indifferently, "If that's the case, of course, she will inherit it as she is dead, that is to say..."

"That is to say, we inherit everything? OK, OK! OK!" Secretary Qian slowly clapped his hands, "Wang Sen, don't hesitate, let's start! Bart, start the timing now!"

Wang Sen drove an Audi car on the street, running through four red lights in a row, which made Tang Wanrong frightened. Her nose frowned, "It's so miserable, now my driver's license will be revoked."

"Get on the car!" Wang Sen parked the car on the side of the road, and the car door opened with the sound. Su Ya carried two guns and a large number of bullets into the car, and hugged Tang Wanrong happily, "My good sister, I knew that you would definitely not be able to do this without you."

"Oh my sister, you're stepping on my feet." The two of them started to fight intimately, and Wang Sen coughed, "Two ladies, if you think the situation in front of you is not yet at the moment of burning eyebrows, you can go to Starbucks on the side of the road to have a cup of coffee and reminisce about the past."

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, tell me, which one should we go to grab tonight? I brought all the stockings." As he said that, he tore open a pack of black stockings and insisted on putting them on Wang Sen's head. Wang Sen waved his hand quickly, "I'm driving! Wanrong, what entertainment club did you say last time you met Wanjun?"

"It's probably Meng Bazaar." Tang Wanrong thought for a while, and finally nodded with certainty, "Yes, it's Meng Bazaar. Let's go quickly!"

"Okay!" Wang Sen ignored Su Ya's gesture and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car rushed out like an arrow and soon disappeared under the vast night sky.
Chapter completed!