Al Pacino frowned and looked straight at Tang Dao.

He didn't even see Andre at a glance.

Perhaps, in his heart, the other party was just a dog, that's all.

But beating a dog depends on the owner, otherwise who will still be with him in the future?

"Nicholas, you're too much." Al Pacino squinted and said softly.

"Excessive?" Tang Dao stood up straight, unbuttoned the suit with his right hand, his clothes spread out, and the gun bag was exposed inside, with three grenades hanging on it, and half raised his head, "If you don't give me an explanation today, I will just stop leaving."

hiss!

Tied a grenade to negotiate?!

Even Andriyev next to him was numb by this operation.

But then I couldn't help but exude reverence in my heart. The richer the more I cherish my life. But this seems to be impossible to see in Tang Dao. The hg80 style above can send everyone to heaven.

The production of Dili Ajies Mechanical and Electrical Accessories Co., Ltd. is still guaranteed.

When Al Pacino saw the grenade, his pupils also focused slightly, his eyes were shaking, and his right cheek was twitching. He wanted to bet on Tang Dao, but when this was in his mouth, he didn't dare to say it.

"This lunatic!"

Al Pacino roared in his heart, perhaps because he felt his cowardice, his face turned red. The hand placed on his legs suddenly squeezed the blanket, and the veins could be vaguely seen on the back of his hand that was already covered with old skin.

"Is my person the one that your dog can bite just like you want?" Tang Dao lowered his head and looked at Andre. The latter's face also swollen, and his left eye was even beaten extremely full. His eyes were all open in a gap, looking at him with a very hatred look.

Such a person... must die!

Tang Dao was very afraid of death, especially the dogs were worried about it. The ancestor was right, either not offend him or fuck him to death. Of course, he could not kill him in front of Al Pacino now. There were ways to do so. In Andre's frightened gaze, Tang Dao smiled brightly.

"Just say, how do you want to compensate?"

Tang Dao raised his head and looked at the old man. He was aggressive, and the two were only two steps apart. As long as he was cruel, the other party could meet God now.

Al Pacino's plan was completely interrupted. He originally planned to use his power to suppress people, and wanted this Asian man to bow his head first, but it was too tough. He started to make a comeback. His heart ached faintly, and his face was morbid flushed, but he was more unwilling to accept it.

He is not old yet!

Not yet pressed by the young man on his head.

But it wasn't enough to express his anger by staring at him. Al Pacino's eyes were very calm, and his anger seemed to disappear in an instant. He tapped his fingers on his knees, and then crossed his hands, "There's nothing that cannot be discussed, why do you have to make a fuss like this? Sit down and let's talk slowly."

This old fox.

Very scheming.

After staring at him, Tang Dao burst out laughing and spread his hands, "Of course, I've never been a violent man. I'm just a businessman. I like to chat with you." As he said, he took the napkin from the little angel's hand, wiped it in the cracks of his fingers, and finally threw it on Andri's face. "Wipe the blood, I'm most afraid of seeing other people's blood stains, and I'm not polite at all."

What can make your opponent disgusted is that you are more shameless than him.

At least this is how Al Pacino's faint expression is displayed.

Tang Dao Dao and Kuo Ma sat on the sofa. He even spread his hands open and could hold them left and right, and there was no need to share them with Andre. The most important thing was that he hated people who were worthless and felt very low when sitting with them.

Al Pacino waved his hand and signaled the bodyguard to drag Andre away.

The air was still filled with a small smell of blood, and the warm-up group on the stage also started dancing again stiffly, and the music became soothing.

"Do you give me a sorrow and joy? Someone who is passionate! Is there any Elvis?" Tang Dao shouted in dissatisfaction, frowned.

The speaker and DJ were yelled and started working quickly.

The next second, Elvis' passionate music started to ring in the Volcano Bar. Tang Dao sat on the sofa, swung his body a few times, and drank the red wine in the wine glass in front of him in one gulp. It was so cool to go down the throat.

Bang!

Tang Dao put the empty cup on the table very hard, "Mr. Al Pacino, we don't bully you at the age of age. We only have a solution to the problem. Children all know that they have done something wrong, and they have to stand attentively when they are beaten. You must not know about this."

Al Pacino looked at the men and women on the dance floor with his eyes. He seemed to have not heard it, but Tang Dao knew that he was listening. Maybe the old man stepped into the coffin with half his legs. His hearing was not very good, so he needed to ease it. In terms of this old man, Tang Dao still thought he had done a good job.

Sure enough, about two or three minutes later, Al Pacino finally spoke.

"What do you want?"

"You are wrong. We are victims. Of course, you have to think about the compensation yourself, so that after you say it, you will think that Andriyev and I are bullying an old man with inconvenient legs and feet." Tang Dao sighed and waved his hand and said, and he also looked at the Ukrainian. Of course, the other party stood on the same front with him at this time, and was only responsible for nodding.

Al Pacino felt a toothache now, what a fuck!

He has seen many young talents, but it is rare to say that it is as difficult as Tang Dao. He can't even do anything to him. Of course, if you want to die together, it will be different.

"We don't want the Ukrainian market." Al Pacino looked at him, "Give it all to you."

"Are you kidding?" Tang Dao seemed to have heard something funny and laughed out loud, "Can you take the market in that place?"

Andriyev is sitting here. This is Ermao's oligarch, and he is also chasing his territories in Damao.

And let the fraternity people intervene?

Al Pacino didn't expect Tang Dao to be so hard, and he wouldn't go down the steps? He frowned and his tone became impatient. Just when he was about to scold the other party for not being too much, he heard Tang Dao say.

"We want to invest in the Brotherhood's industry!"

Investment?

Walt?

Al Pacino was stunned for a moment, Andriyev's expression was normal, obviously he already knew it.

"We are willing to invest 770 million US dollars to invest in all industries under your control, and we must retain three seats among the group's executive shareholders, with the right to speak and suggest." Tang Dao finished speaking like he was reciting the text.

"Your company has 13 companies, including Austrian functional beverage companies, India's automobile industry, North American fruit chains, and expedition teams in South Africa. We are all interested in these, and, recently you have lost a lot of money on the stocks? This money is enough to make the fraternity industry run."

Tang Dao wants nothing more than benefits!

Cherkovsho's incident was just a fuse.

Of course, Al Pacino is only 40% or 50% possible, but it is enough. He knows that after entering the millennium, these industries will undergo important reforms to the world as the quality of life improves. Most importantly, the consortium has insufficient shared assets and he needs to invest in more industries!

The most important.

Brotherhood’s dark web channel!

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Chapter completed!