The club on the river.

Zhong Boyong looked at the middle-aged man in Southeast Asia who put down his headphones and asked, "How is it?"

He did not dare to continue listening to what happened behind the tropical jungle thousands of miles away.

This time he made a desperate bet and almost all his wealth was bet on, betting that Salamon was destroyed tonight and Antacle was buried at a height of ten thousand meters.

Any errors await him and the Zhong family will be a place that will never be restored.

The middle-aged man put down his headphones and nodded and said, "The entire cemetery ancestral land has been blown into ruins, and no living person has been living."

"And we also destroyed the bone tower of Salamon."

"I have investigated. This bone tower is composed of the corpse of the devil-level surrender master of the previous dynasties of the Salamon. I heard that the top human skull was also the head of the leader of the Salamon..."

“This is the holy thing of Salamon.”

"It can be said that the entire Salamon, as long as the disciples in the ancestral tomb and related objects, had already been blown into powder in this raid."

"So, you don't have to worry. The action is very successful. You can also pass the final payment later."

"call……"

Zhong Boyong's whole body seemed to have been drained, and he slumped on the chair, feeling relieved and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

He was so nervous that he hadn't breathed smoothly all night.

Before he got the exact result, he felt something blocking his throat, unable to go up or down, and it felt extremely uncomfortable.

"No, I need to see the live video and photos to confirm that the place has been destroyed before I will be transferred to you the final payment."

However, after a brief relaxation, he sat up and insisted: "This is written in our contract. You must fulfill the contract before you can see the final payment."

He has always been cautious, especially when it comes to such a life-threatening matter, and he will not take it lightly.

“This is natural.”

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Maybe there are some problems in the Internet over there. After all, it is in the tropical jungle, and signal transmission is a bit troublesome."

"But half an hour or half an hour later, the videos of the raid and the on-site photos will be sent to you to see with your own eyes how this sect of the No. 1 Sect of Southeast Asia's Sword was destroyed in our hands."

As he was talking, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly flashed: "Here you come."

I saw that the email query information popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

He quickly tapped the mouse, and a video that often lasted for about twenty minutes was opened in the middle of the computer screen and played.

In the dim picture that lasted for more than twenty minutes, Zhong Boyong completely saw how these people destroyed the entire cemetery's ancestral land and then turned the cemetery into a vast sea of ​​fire in the tropical rainforest thousands of miles away.

He even clearly saw that the bone tower hidden in the dark was lit by a searchlight, and then several rockets dragged the dazzling flames and blew the two-story bone tower into powder.

And later, the corpses and limbs everywhere in the battlefield were cleaned up...

"Transfer the remaining 500 million to them."

"Add another 100 million, just treat it as a thank-you fee."

Until now, a smile appeared on Zhong Boyong's face.

A smile that is relieved after being pressed for a long time.

For his daughter, he did not hesitate to be an enemy of Wan Taklin.

It even cost billions to arm the army and destroy the Salamon's lair.

Daughter is everything to him!

He is a businessman and the richest man, but equally, he is also a father...

A middle-aged father who lost his wife, never remarries him, and just wants to take care of his daughter as an adult.

"Go back."

Zhong Boyong stood up and breathed a deep breath: "I haven't had a good rest for several years. I'm going to open a bottle of Romantic Kandi tonight and have a good rest."

Next to the club on the river, the Rolls-Royce convoy slowly drove away.

A middle-aged man from Southeast Asia watched the convoy leave.

Then he quickly turned around and approached the club: "Contact General Pala and ask what happened there? Why did the signal disappear after the video came!"
Chapter completed!