I donated 100 million at the beginning

Hu Yibao's eyes fell on it.

aims:

Way of dying:

Dead time:

Holding the pen, Hu Yibao's expression was tangled, and he said to himself, "He's just kidnapping now, there's no reason to do that."

But immediately afterwards, Hu Yibao thought deeply.

"However, since he dared to ask desperadoes to kidnap our company's employees, then he would definitely beat them up, and after the beating, he would arrest Chen Yuan and the others."

"Desperados, who don't have many lives in their hands, can they be called desperadoes? As the commander behind them, Zhang Huihuang must have other cases in his hands. Because of his status, power and wealth, he can't get it." to the most reasonable punishment."

"This time he escaped sanctions, then he will intensify next time."

"If I don't do this, I will be playing the role of a tiger and let more people suffer. This is unfair to good people. If I do this, I will be helping myself and others, and eliminating harm for the people."

"Cut the grass and remove the roots!"

"Exorcism is done!"

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

The voice just fell.

With firm eyes, Hu Yibao directly wrote down the name of "Zhang Huihuang" on the disaster book.

Target: Zhang Huihuang

Immediately afterwards, Hu Yibao wrote down the way of Zhang Huihuang's demise.

The way of death: The closest friend published all the information about his crimes on major Internet platforms. Zhang Huihuang committed suicide in fear of crime, jumped from the [-]th floor, and was smashed to pieces.

Looking at the time of death, Hu Yibao looked up at the time, it was 36:[-].

Afterwards, Hu Yibao wrote again.

Time to die: after 10 minutes

Finish the last word.

Hu Yibao saw an incredible scene.

Rays of gray light suddenly surged out of the disaster book, like poisonous snakes, submerging into the page where I wrote the page of extinction.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably complicated pattern appeared like a contract.

The next moment, a group of blue flames, like a god of death opened its huge mouth to swallow the undead, swallowed up this page, and disappeared out of thin air, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Disaster Ben.

Nineteen pages left!

Beijing.

Brilliant entertainment.

Zhang Huihuang lay powerlessly on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, without any luster in his eyes.

he was thinking.

What should I do to be able to get out of this matter.

Although this is not a crime to death, it is enough to allow myself to go in and eat for a few years.

"La la la!!"

After an unknown amount of time, the phone that fell to the ground suddenly rang.

The ringing revived Zhang Huihuang's energy a little. He turned his head and looked over.

Caller ID.

Deng Feipeng!

My best friend, my best brother.

From childhood to adulthood, elementary school, junior high school, high school and even university, they are all in the same school.

Having slept with the same woman, they all know the other's secrets. Sometimes, Zhang Huihuang would take the initiative to confide in Deng Feipeng when he did something wrong.

Since the founding of Brilliant Entertainment, he has helped him to do a lot of things for himself.

"La la la!!"

The phone is still ringing.

Zhang Huihuang slowly reached out, picked up the phone, and connected it. Deng Feipeng's voice came from inside.

"Brother Huaihuang, there is one thing, I'm sorry for you."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Huihuang didn't look too shocked, but said weakly.

He knew Deng Feipeng too well, as long as he did something wrong, he would use this tone to intercede.

There are too many things.

Average one a week.

But it's all little things.

Zhang Huihuang smiled and passed away.

"That..." Deng Feipeng was still hesitating.

Zhang Huihuang frowned and said, "Hurry up, I'm thinking about something."

"Since when did you whimper like this?"

"Ahem!!" Deng Feipeng coughed twice, and then said slowly, "When I was chatting with a group of 2000 people, when I was posting photos, I accidentally posted a few photos."

"Send a few photos, tell me, have you been much happier these days?" Zhang Huihuang said with a bit of anger in his tone.

Tell yourself about sending photos.

Really sick!