The son-in-law of the female president

Mecca Manor, with the news of the defeat of the Eighth Regiment, time passed slowly.

The atmosphere in the manor was solemn.

The hundreds of people outside the door all regarded Yuan Yuanyue Zhi as serious and unsmiling.

Many of them have received news that the one who needs to defend this time is a Chinese martial artist who defeated the Eighth Reinforced Regiment head-on.

"My God, is it true or not?"

A bodyguard lowered his voice, thinking that the news was too exaggerated, like a Greek myth, far from believable.

People are like that.

No matter how sensational the rumors from the outside world are, or how persuasive the descriptions are, as long as you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it.

Others snorted softly:

"Hughes, you are too sensitive, how can anyone in this world be able to defeat the army head-on?"

As he spoke, the disdain on the man's face grew stronger.

As former special forces retired members, they have seen many super soldiers and awakened ones in the western army.

These people can resist bullets with their bodies, move as fast as lightning, and even lift a military Humvee.

But this kind of power is limited. In the face of an army of hundreds or thousands of people, they will still die and be torn apart by shells.

"I think it's just rumors from the outside world. Karguff is too cautious. There are hundreds of us, equipped with the most advanced individual combat equipment in the European Union."

Compared with the inside of the manor, the atmosphere of these bodyguards outside is very relaxed.

Everyone is talking.

I saw three men and one woman walking towards the manor.

One of the men, dressed in black and black trousers, looked leisurely and looked about 26 or [-] years old at most.

The rest, except for the man with Wu Guo's face, a man and a woman have a military air about them.

There are many things in soldiers that cannot be changed, no matter how long the retirement time is.

As long as there are peer experts present, no matter how these people disguise themselves, their peers will be able to identify them at a glance.

"Chinese soldiers?"

Hughes frowned.

From the eyes of everyone, the muzzle of the gun is raised slightly, as long as someone does something bad.

These bodyguards can raise their guns and fight back in an instant.

"Stop here!"

Hughes spoke in fluent Chinese.

Jiang Tong turned a deaf ear and walked forward with his hands behind his back, ignoring the many bodyguards outside.

Hughes' face sank.

He raised his gun and aimed at Jiang Tong: "I order you to stop!"

The words fell.

Jiang Tong stopped, turned to look at Hughes, his eyes gradually narrowed.

He hummed softly:
"Are you talking to me?"

Hughes is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad arms and round waist. He once broke the necks of more than a dozen mercenaries with his bare hands.

Jiang Tong's figure looked thin and delicate in front of him.

Just like a child standing in front of an adult, their body shapes are not at the same level at all.

Seeing Jiang Tong's gaze, Hughes immediately looked down upon her a bit, and said with disdain, "Where did you come from, the little girl from Huaguo, you yellow-skinned dogs didn't come here, get out of here."

Hughes just said this.

It doesn't matter whether it's the master of the Witch God Cult, or Xu Laiqin's staff officer.

All three looked at Hughes with sympathetic eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

Jiang Tong turned around completely, and said lightly: "You shoot!"

Hughes frowned: "Yellow dog, dare to provoke me, are you courting death?"

Jiang Tong shouted violently, "Shoot!"

Hughes decisively pulled the trigger of the rifle.

When the gunshot rang out, Jiang Tong stood there with a stern expression, pulled out a hand from his back, and grabbed it forward.

Next.

Everyone saw with their own eyes that between Jiang Tong's outstretched fingers, a layer of true essence condensed on the surface.

The bullets of the rifle were stuck in the real yuan, and they did not move at all.

Jiang Tong smiled lightly, looked at the stunned Hughes, and said softly, "How dare you open it?"

As he said that, he flicked his fingers, and a streak of cyan horse shot out violently, piercing Hughes' head in an instant.

"Fire, fire!"

The surrounding bodyguards looked terrified, pointed at Jiang Tong and pulled the trigger.

Suddenly, gunshots erupted outside the manor.

……

In the gazebo, Kargow heard the gunshots outside, with a calm expression on his face.

Opposite him, sat a gentle man.

"The little real man is here!"

The gentle man raised his head with a smile.

After a while, the gunfire outside stopped, and everything fell into dead silence.

Under the leadership of the shamanism master, Jiang Tong walked slowly.

The gentle man stood up immediately, bent over and lowered his eyebrows, and said, "Long Qi has seen you!"

Jiang Tong ignored the man with glasses.

He looked at Kaguff who was sitting there with a ashen face.

"You're not running away?"

Kaguf said calmly: "Facing a strong man like your lord, even if I escape to the ends of the earth, your lord can kill me."

Jiang Tong nodded: "He is a smart man."

When Kagufu secretly mobilized the Eighth Regiment to siege and kill Jiang Tong, he knew it should end like this.

Jiang Tong's power is too powerful, far from being able to resist an ordinary chaebol like Kargow.

When the eighth regiment of the Wu Kingdom was defeated, Jiang Tong's status had already risen to the point where he could be on an equal footing with ordinary small countries.

The Sanyo Consortium controls the economic lifeline of half of South Asia and is in charge of Wu Kingdom. It is a master at playing with the rules of the law.

But when they faced Jiang Tong, they were numb.

"My lord, we are not life and death enemies. As long as you can spare me, I am willing to give you all the wealth of my life."

At this time, Kargow brought into play his talent for negotiating.

He intends to convince Jiang Tong.

In his view, interests are always paramount in this world, and there are no enemies in the face of enough interests.

It was beyond Kargow's expectations.

Jiang Tong shook his head and said, "I will get what I want by myself. Since you have offended me, you must be prepared."

Cold sweat broke out on the front of Kagow's forehead.

Don't look at how calm he is on the surface, but when it comes to facing life and death, no one can ignore it.

Ants are greedy for life, let alone humans?
"My lord, you continue to support me as the chairman of the Sanyo Consortium. In the future, I am willing to hand over the entire Sanyo Consortium to my lord."

Kargow raised his tone.

He didn't expect that Jiang Tong would not be tempted by the benefits he offered.

"No need!" Jiang Tong said indifferently: "I don't pay attention to a Sanyo consortium."

After finishing speaking, he slammed his finger down.

Kargow's head flew up in an instant, and until he died, he couldn't believe it, Jiang Tong said he would do it.

No room for negotiation at all.

Even the gentle man who witnessed the process felt chills in his heart.

He suddenly decided in his heart that no matter what method he used, he must calm down Jiang Tong's anger.

He noticed Jiang Tong's gaze.

The gentle man's back was full of cold sweat, and he whispered: "In order to make amends, the Sanyo Consortium is willing to pay one billion dollars to compensate you."

Jiang Tong sneered and remained silent.

Although the Sanyo Consortium is not comparable to the Mitsui family in the island country, it is the largest chaebol in South Asia with a total wealth of hundreds of billions of dollars.

Offended him, just want to send him away for a mere one billion?
"not enough!"

Jiang Tong said, why didn't he know that, with Kagufu's status, it was impossible to mobilize a regiment of Wu Kingdom.

At the very least, this decision was unanimously agreed by the board of directors of the Sanyo Consortium.

The gentle man's heart was beating wildly, afraid that if he said something wrong, Jiang Tong's finger would hit him on the head.

"What do you think I should do?"

Next.

Jiang Tong's words almost made the gentle man jump up on the spot.

"I want Nanya Tianwangdian to take over half of the Sanyo consortium's shares!"