The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

"Hahaha..." Brother Kun patted his thigh and kept laughing.

He pointed to the phone and put his arm around Ye Chen's shoulders: "Brother, you can see it, this is the power of the Black Tiger Organization."

"I want to fuck you clearly, but you have to do it quietly without making a sound, otherwise you will die even worse." He gave a thumbs up proudly.

Ye Chen kept smiling: "It's really amazing. No wonder Brother Kun you are so calm."

"Of course," Brother Kun stood up, "Okay, brothers, there's no need to tense up."

"With this happening, I don't think the Wang family will dare to mess around again."

"Let's have a banquet tonight and have a good time."

The crowd cheered, raised their arms and shouted: "Brother Kun is wise."

They walked out surrounded by Brother Kun, and the atmosphere of joy was extremely warm.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, had no expression on his face and followed the crowd silently.

"This matter is definitely not that simple. Why does the Black Tiger Organization anger the Wang family again and again?" He murmured to himself.

"Is it really just that the strength is strong enough?" He narrowed his eyes, frowned and thought for a while, then slowly shook his head, "No, the Black Tiger Organization shouldn't be so careless."

"They must have other plans, what could they be?" Ye Chen stroked his chin, but couldn't figure it out.

But he had no extra chance to continue thinking. Brother Kun came over, took his arm, and, surrounded by a large group of people, walked to the banquet hall.

At the same time, the entire Wang family seemed particularly desolate.

When something like this happened, Wang Zishan personally ordered that everyone in the family should tuck their tails between their legs, all businesses should be suspended, and no one was allowed to cause trouble outside.

Having been here for so many years, he knows very well that during this period of time, the Black Tiger Organization is not the most terrifying.

The most terrifying and hateful things are those other forces who want to add insult to injury, such as the other three major families, or the Gesang family.

In the quiet internal conference room of the Wang Family Building, a group of people were making an extremely noisy noise.

"We can't just sit back and wait for death. We must take the initiative!" Wang Jing slapped the table with one hand, his neck turning red.

"Taking the initiative? What a fart! With your little ability, it's not enough for the Black Tiger Organization to fill the gap between its teeth." Wang Zhaoli sneered while holding the tea cup.

"Then you'd better give me an idea. What do you mean by making sarcastic remarks from the beginning to the end?" Wang Jing grabbed the lid of the cup and threw it over.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?" Wang Zhaoli stood up, staring at the case, about to take action.

In the midst of all the noise, someone suddenly shouted: "The master of the house is here."

In an instant, it was like a noisy evening self-study meeting the head teacher. The scene was completely silent, and everyone sat down obediently.

Slow footsteps were approaching, but they were obviously not from a person.

Wang Jing and Wang Zhaoli looked up at the door at the same time. After seeing who was coming, their expressions changed greatly and they stood up unconsciously.

"Why are you here?" Wang Jing opened his mouth slightly.

Other people in the conference room also looked up, and their expressions suddenly became more exciting. They were shocked and whispered to each other.

Looking over, it turned out to be old Gesang standing at the door of the conference room.

The old guy chuckled: "Old Wang, your place is not much better, it's all in such a mess."

"I'll make you laugh," Wang Zishan walked out from behind him, "But this just proves that I have the sincerity to cooperate with you, doesn't it?"

The two old guys looked at each other, each walked in with a sneer, and sat at the top of the table amidst everyone's confused and shocked eyes.

"This..." Wang Jing's dull eyes scanned their faces.

"Before," Wang Zishan ignored the gazes of his men and said to himself, "I stood by and watched as the Black Tiger Organization targeted the Gesang family, and I even gloated a little."

"But now, the same thing has happened to me, and I know how painful it is to have your face beaten to the ground and crushed."

Listening to these words, old Gesang snorted and smiled: "The younger generation in your family is still alive, but my son is dead."

"I came to you not to listen to your nonsense. Let's just say it directly. Can we join forces?"

"I'm anxious to avenge my son. If you don't have the guts, tell me and leave immediately. Our road will turn upside down."

When the Wang family members heard this, their eyes became very subtle again.

Wang Zishan remained calm and silently took out his pistol and placed it on the table.

After taking a look, Old Gesang frowned slightly: "What do you mean? You want to take me up and give me to the Black Tiger Organization."

"You are overthinking," Wang Zishan shook his head, "You want revenge, I want to save people, we all need this thing."

After staring into this old guy's eyes for a long time, old Gesang suddenly smiled.

"Come on, Wang, no one in northern Myanmar doesn't know that you are a cunning fox."

"From the past to now, if I expected you to charge forward, it would be better to believe that a sow can climb a tree."

"Put the gun away. You just need to give me some support. We, the Gesang family, are at the front and will rescue your younger brother when the time comes."

Wang Zishan was stunned.

When Wang Jing heard this, he couldn't help it anymore. He quickly stood up and said, "Master, it's rare that Mr. Gesang understands justice so well. We can't refuse."

boom! Suddenly there was a gunshot, and bullets flew past the guy's face.

Touching the blood on his face with his hand, Wang Jing was so frightened that his legs became weak and he fell down on the chair with a clang.

"I've given you enough face. Next time," Wang Zishan's eyes were red and the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the opponent, "I promise not to miss again."

"Yes, yes..." Wang Jing was so frightened that his whole body went cold, his head almost buried in his chest, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Everyone in the Wang family also sat upright, not daring to act recklessly.

Old Gesang was very calm, looking at the "old friend" next to him with a smile.

"Old guy," Wang Zishan shook his pistol, "As you said, I have lived and been cautious all my life."

"When you get old, you still have to be shitted on your neck by those guys. Is this intolerable? Which one is intolerable?"

"I'm telling you," he stood up slowly, becoming more and more excited, "I've had enough. This time, I must earn back my face."

"Whoever dares to stop me will see if his head is as hard as the bullet in my hand!"

Looking at the little guy's determined eyes, Old Gesang bit his back teeth, stood up slowly, nodded and stretched out his right hand: "Okay, I will trust you for once."

"Since you are so determined, you should already have a plan."

"That's right." Wang Zishan turned around and clicked on the screen. There was already a map on it. "I have sent people to check. That Akun is slowly heading towards your Gesang's house."

"Oh?" Old Gesang raised his eyes.

"And the only way they must pass," Wang Zishan pointed to a location on the map, "is right here, Duan Tou Ridge!"

"What a great place." Old Gesang smiled coldly.

"Yes, this is where that bastard A Kun's head was severed!" Wang Zishan hammered the table heavily.