Qian Xiaofei was so angry that he almost fainted. He has been a rich second generation for more than 20 years and has never suffered any hardship since he was a child. Why did you let me go to Africa to mine?

"Mr. Zhou, how can this work? I can't do anything, let's talk about it?"

"Okay, I respect your opinion and give you a second way."

Zhou Tian waved his hand before Qian Xiaofei finished speaking.

"What is the second way?"

Qian Xiaofei covered his bloody ears and looked at Zhou Tian with his eyes wide open.

"Break your limbs and cut off that thing so that you won't be ready to move again."

Zhou Tian said coldly.

"That's not possible? Master Zhou, Mr. Zhou, please spare my life!"

Qian Xiaofei was so scared that he collapsed and started crying and screaming.

"Hand it."

Zhou Tian didn't want to talk to Qian Xiaofei at all, so he waved to Wujiu.

Wu Jiu picked up a sharp sword from the ground, walked over and took off Qian Xiaofei's pants after a few strokes!

He was about to be cut, and Qian Xiaofei couldn't bear it anymore, so he quickly cried and said, "Young Master Zhou, please send me to Africa!"

Wu Jiu stopped and stood beside Zhou Tian with a knife.

Zhou Tian glanced at Qian Hai and thought to himself that this old guy was not a good bird, so he happened to take him to Africa, and he was still a companion with Qian Xiaofei.

Zhou Tian was about to "talk" to Qian Hai again, but Qian Xiaofei's cell phone rang.

After taking out his cell phone, Qian Xiaofei was overjoyed to see the call number.

God bless you, the savior is here.
Chapter completed!