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Chapter 990: Don't dare to speak aloud, afraid of shocking people in the sky.

San Francisco.

Grote Mansion.

The evening breeze blew the white hair on the temples, swaying the fragrance of flowers, and wrinkling the water in the swimming pool. Grote walked on the intestine path with his elder brother, trying to squeeze out a smile on his face as much as possible.

And there were bodyguards following him, looking around.

"Mr. Nicholas, we are sorry for Borg's affairs, he paid the price, and we have handled him internally."

Tang Dao's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Grott, I'm very unhappy when I do something. Even if he's dead, even if God forgives him, I haven't been able to get angry yet."

This is obviously not what I want to be so kind.

I almost said, how old are you?

Of course, Mr. Tang is a civilized person, so he certainly won’t swear. That thing... is too vulgar. Young people should be less angry.

Grott frowned. He knew that if he wanted to let the other party let go, he would have to exchange some interests, and he could not even use his power to suppress the other party. Otherwise, even God would probably suppress it!

This guy fought with the Gaul rooster and the old hen combination punch almost made the Gaul people angry, and now that those people can't stand up internationally.

He introduced: I, the Gaul rooster! In the World War I Allied Kingdom, I was injured and bleeding. I clamped the Maxim of the German chariot with my muscles!

Others: Let us welcome the Gaul rooster who was slapped on the ground by the Savior Company and claimed to be the superman of the Western world!

In these many introductions, others heard a few words, and you were beaten up.

The Gauls are famous here, and Tang is also "praised" for this. Of course, these people are all extremists, just like the dynamic Asian community advocates Guan Erye, who is also a godfather-level existence of these people.

Especially like Brotherhood, Sicily Mafia Organization, etc., Tang Dao has face and a good status. Do you think those who wanted to attack the "Marine Ranch" before can run away?

There were so many eyeliners all over the world looking at them, and the hunting orders were sent to Asia. If the polar bears and penguins were not illiterate, they might have received leaflets.

From these little things, we can see what kind of person Tang is.

Revenge and be cautious!

If you don’t give him some explanation, what’s going to be solved? It’s impossible.

"We can give concessions and compensation." Grote said after thinking about it.

Tang Dao smiled, "Do you think I'm short of money? Sir, do you want only an apology?"

"Then what do you need? You know, our organization has existed for so long, and for his reasons, we don't need to suffer a loss. This is not very satisfactory for our starting point of interests. We should sit down and calm down."

This is rare to appear in Grote's tone. He is famous for his bad temper in the Presbyterian Church. He starts to fuck him if he disagrees. No matter who you are, it is not that he has never fought. Of course, he is looking for elders who are weaker than him to a certain extent. This person has to be a weak persimmon even if he bullies others.

And Tang Dao is obviously not one of the people here.

He has enough confidence to let Grote change his "temper".

Tang Dao seemed to be thinking deeply, and afterwards, he would say, "I want to know the process of your organization in human body research and I want to copy your information."

"impossible!"

Grote refused without thinking, but perhaps because he felt that his tone was not tactful enough, he sorted out and said, "This is not something I can decide by myself. You know that we have spent hundreds of years on this, and I can't give you any answers."

Tang Dao had already walked back to the office and signaled that the secretary who was following him would not have to follow in. The other party nodded, then looked at the boss, took the door carefully, and he was left in the room, "I'll talk openly, you are all nobles, I'm just an ordinary person, but it doesn't mean that you can really do whatever you want, my request is that simple!"

noble?

Now he is also a nobleman!

The dragon man is always the dragon man.

I dare not speak loudly, for fear of shocking the people in the sky.

But Tang Dao is a slut who fought from this vast sand and gravel. His bones reveal that he is still wolfish and indifferent to life and death. Do you think he is afraid of death? Of course, but at most he can self-destruct!

If I get involved, I will take you to die together.

It is precisely because of the ruthlessness that Grote has concerns.

People in heaven always look at sentient beings with superior eyes. In his eyes, everything is a drop in the ocean, but he forgot one sentence.

The humble hyena pretended to be injured, not because the prey brought him fear, but... he felt that the prey should do its best!

Tang Dao lit the corner of the table with his hand, his face was calm and his tone was calm, "You can go and discuss it. I have time, but my patience is very bad. I hope you can understand it. The doctor said I have mania, hahaha, Mr. Grote, I have to go and exercise. My personal teacher can't wait. Welcome to Mogadishu next time." After he said that, he hung up the phone.

"Fuck, it's so tiring to talk to you." Tang Dao muttered a few words and looked at the time. Of course he was not talking nonsense. He really had a personal trainer, but he was just a bit strong and had a little outstanding qualifications. He was the former instructor of the Navy Seals.

Because he found that he had become fatter and had to lose weight.

When he walked out of the office, he told the secretary outside that he would organize the press release and send it to the official website of the Savior and Yahoo platform, and let the bullets fly first.

After giving the order, he went to do something else, looking casual, and didn't care about the Superman organization at all, and didn't know if he was really brave or was indeed like this.

...

Grote over there didn't have this kind of thought.

After he was "drunk" and he was so angry that he threw his customized phone worth thousands of dollars into the swimming pool. He could also see a few blisters, frowning, standing next to him with his waist, and swearing in slang.

But after standing for a while, he realized that this matter was not something he could decide. All he had to do now was to report it.

As for whether you agree?

To a large extent, those people would not agree, and even wanted to give this Asian some "reason" to show him what it means to bow his head.

Even if the lion, which has been powerful for hundreds of years, will not have a head under its head, but they completely forgot that if the challenger is strong enough, the lion will be killed!

However, Grote would not have this idea now. He knew that Nicholas was difficult to do, but in his heart, it was not that far.

Do you think Superman organization is a vegetarian?

No!

Although they eat meat themselves, they call on others to eat vegetarian food!

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