Chapter 92

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"what do you say? Yang Dejie's foundation is very solid. No one has been able to shake him in a city for so many years. " Liang Sen asked.

Murong Yunqing smiles but does not answer.

Just now, he received a phone call and asked him to quickly clear away all the interests between himself and Yang Dejie.

This call is enough to prove that Yang Dejie may not be able to escape this time.

"Mr. Murong, what should we do with the girl who hurt our brother?" Liang Sen knew that some things should be known and some things should not be known, so he changed the topic.

"Don't move for a moment." Murong Yunqing's eyes suddenly became fierce, "liangsen, I warn you, before any command from me, you'd better not act rashly because Lin Dongnan is your brother's hand, otherwise, Tangkou will deal with it!"

"Mr. Murong --"

when Liang Sen was said to be the center of the matter, he was a little unwilling to say, "no matter what, Lin Dongnan is our brother in the gang. He was injured in public when he was in Mingzhu building. If he doesn't get some justice back, he will be hard to convince the public!"

"Liangsen --"

Murong Yunqing's tone suddenly became slow and leisurely, and his lips showed a faint smile, "do you think it's up to you to teach me how to do things?"

Seeing his tone and expression, Liang Sen's back was chilly, his face was frightened, and he quickly bent over and nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I was bold and abrupt, and I will never dare again."

"Leave the little finger of your left hand?" Murong cloud light leisurely blowing a mouthful of smoke, "this punishment is really light."

Liang Sen was sweating like a note. He bit his teeth and felt a small self-defense dagger from his body. He closed his eyes and exerted all his strength. The little finger of his left hand fell to the ground, and the pain pierced through his heart.

But he did not dare to show the appearance of pain, but covered with blood, looking pale at Murong Yunqing.

"Take your fingers and leave!" Murong Yunqing's face still looks gentle and leisurely, but the eye light behind the lens is cold enough to make people feel full of frost.

"Thank you, Mr. Murong."

Liang Sen quickly bent over to pick up the severed finger, closed the door and left --

Murong Yunqing put the cigarette end on the ashtray, picked up his mobile phone, and called song Xuan.

"Hello, Mr. Song!" His voice returned to the smooth tone of the merchant, which was completely different from the indifference and coldness just now.

"Hello, boss Murong." Song Xuan's voice was soft and mellow, just like a jar of plum wine just opened in early spring.

"Hehe --"

Murong Yunqing chuckled a few times, "I have a new batch of jades in yushixuan. I want you to help me with my work. Do you know if Mr. Song is free?"

"Murong boss called, even if not, will become available." Although song Xuan seems to be a scholar, he is also a businessman after all. He is also very tactful and thoughtful.

"Ha ha, Mr. Song is so righteous. I wonder if you will bring your lovely and clever female disciple with you? For the sake of our many years old friends, I have another thing to benefit you. My men brought back a few trucks of wool from Myanmar tonight. You've always been interested in gambling stones. I can let you grab a fresh one, OK? " Murong Yunqing said with a smile.

"Thanks for Murong boss's care. Song must be here on time tonight. As for Zimei's free time, I have to ask her." Song xuanzheng wanted to see Yang Zimei, but he learned nothing. Now, Murong Yunqing gave this opportunity to him. He also called her and said that he would take her to know jade and gambling stones.

At the thought of her big, nimble eyes, his heart seemed to be gently plucked by feathers, soft and soft.

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