Chapter 70

AG building.

President's office.

In front of the large French window, Yeling was sitting lazily, with two long legs on the desk, holding a cigar and smoking. He was like the crazy boss in a gangster movie, filled with a kind of domineering atmosphere of Lao Tzu's speed and accuracy.

The top three buttons of the white shirt are untied, revealing the delicate neck, collarbone and looming chest muscles, revealing the sexuality of abstinence. The sleeves are slightly rolled up, and the sapphire Cufflinks reflect starlight like brilliance, and Yeling is like an arrogant overlord.

Handsome, domineering, dissolute!

Provocative!

In the office, all the people in black, Zhong ran and adaru, two door gods, stood around the door. A man in a suit and leather shoes was kneeling on the ground, his face full of fear.

In the office, there is a sound of needle dropping.

Yeling exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, and the cigar was horizontal under the tip of his nose, smelling slightly.

"I'm always kind and don't like killing." Yeling blew on the cigar, and his amber eyes were dotted with the red on the cigar, like the eyes of the devil, "Zhong ran, cut off half of his fingers."

"Yes!" Zhong ran answered and drew a sharp dagger from his waist.

The elite man turned pale with fear and broke out in cold sweat, "president, you are breaking the law, you let me go back, you are under house arrest, intentional injury, you, you... Ah..."

Zhong ran held his wrist, the elite man screamed, and Zhong ran showed a kind smile, "don't worry, I'm very gentle, and my action is very neat."

"President, I'm wronged..." the elite man shouted.

Yeling casually blew his cigar, "give you another chance to say, who is the employer and who is the buyer?"

"I don't know anything!" Elite Men bet that this is a civilized society. The new president can't kill or set fire. The most is to intimidate him. Zhong ran started to cut off the fingers of the elite man.

Yeling sneered, "wait..."

A touch of cunning flashed across the eyes of the elite man.

See, it's intimidation.

This is a society ruled by law, and Ye Ling dare not do anything to him.

"The carpet on his knees is very expensive. Don't dirty it."

The elite man opened his eyes in horror.

what?

Zhong ran cut off the half amputated finger of the elite male cleanly.

"Ah..." the elite man screamed.

Zhong Ran's voice seemed to be a great philanthropist, "we are rarely addicted to cleanliness, and we have wronged you."

This clean knife didn't spill blood. Zhong ran pulled the towel over his hand and threw it aside. It wasn't dirty to the carpet. The elite man covered his wrist and screamed, fingers linked to his heart, shaking all the time.

"President Chen, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"I want to call the police, I want to... Call the police..." President Chen's voice was intermittent, obviously in severe pain.

"Hard spoken." Yeling was indifferent to his tragedy and smoked a cigar, "I'll chop the whole finger!"

"Yes!"

"I said, I said..." at first, President Chen felt that Yeling was bluffing, and he certainly did not dare to use violence in private. Who knows that he really dared to let someone cut his finger, and he was so painful that he was full of remorse.

This man is a demon.

A cruel demon.

"It's late." Yeling was very angry. "I, Yeling, never brag or bargain."

Zhong ran cut off the rest of his tail with a knife in his hand. The wound was neatly planned. President Chen screamed again and almost fainted in pain. Yeling cocked his legs, smoked a cigar and listened to his scream coldly.