Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

The conference room was filled with suffocating low pressure.

Some people's psychological defenses are about to collapse, and they sign the commitment letter with trembling hands.

The person who finished signing first stood up tremblingly.

He bowed to the throne and asked in a trembling voice: "Master Qin, can I leave?"

Qin Baichen lowered his eyes slightly and flipped through a thick pile of information on the table.

When the frightened inquiry came into his ears, he waved the hand wearing the sandalwood beads without raising his head.

Those who finished signing were so relieved that they almost jogged out of the conference room.

Seeing this, other people started to sign.

People left the conference room one after another.

In the huge room, only Qin Haihui, who was restless, and a few directors in wheelchairs were left.

Qin Baichen dropped the pen in his hand, stood up and walked towards the corner with elegant steps.

There stood a beautifully crafted golf club.

Qin Baichen picked up the club and tried the feel in the void.

The casualness with which he moved his hands and feet showed the style of a noble man from a noble family.

The natural momentum is impressive and awe-inspiring.

This is the absolute magnanimity that can only be possessed by those who have been exposed to intrigues and intrigues, who truly have power and are able to plan everything.

After the passage of time, Qin Baichen's bones were engraved with the unparalleled dignity of being proud of all things.

He lazily raised his eyes and scanned the people in the conference room with his calm and gentle eyes.

"Yan Jiu, please ask Third Uncle out."

"Yes--"

Yan Jiu walked to Qin Haihui's side: "Master Qin has some things to solve next, please leave first."

Qin Haihui, the only one who did not sign the document, could not understand what Qin Baichen was going to do.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the directors who were sitting in wheelchairs with pale faces and wished they had passed out.

Suddenly, Qin Haihui narrowed his eyes, as if he understood something.

He turned back suddenly and stared at the club in Qin Baichen's hand.

It was obviously a tool for entertainment, but now it became a murderous weapon in his eyes.

Qin Haihui hesitated and said: "Bo Chen, these are the old people who are with the head of the house, you..."

Seeing that this guy was about to start messing around again, Yan Jiu looked at Mr. Qin's unhappy expression and pulled Qin Haihui's arm out.

He quickened his pace and warned in a deep voice.

"The company is not peaceful today. Please be careful not to break your left wrist again."

Qin Haihui's broken right wrist began to hurt slightly.

He swallowed nervously and shut up again.

Although he is rebellious, his main character is to be aware of current affairs.

Otherwise, he would not have exposed his ambitions for so many years and still stayed in the Qin Group unharmed.

Qin Baichen took the club in his hand and walked to the golf equipment in the leisure area.

Under the gaze of several pairs of anxious eyes, he swung the ball.

"Crack!"

It was the crisp sound of broken glass.

The ball accurately shattered the crystal cup on the desk.

By coincidence, the broken cup was right in front of several directors.

Shards of glass shattered all over them, and one of them had his face scratched.

This hand is enough to shock everyone!

Qin Baichen's charming brows and eyes were smiling, and he spoke in a warm voice.

"The people who left made the mistake of not reporting what they knew, and you betrayed the Qin family."

The middle-aged man, whose face was scratched by glass shards, covered his face with his hands.

Blood seeped between his fingers and dripped onto the carpet beneath his feet.

His pale face was sweating, and his voice was trembling: "I was wrong, Mr. Xiao Qin, please let me go."

This morning, when the Qin family broke into his house and broke his legs, he knew he was doomed.

The prince in front of him would not take action easily.

Once he takes action and sees a small amount of blood, the most frightening thing is that his life is not saved.

Don't look at this man's temperament, which has become much gentler in recent years.

The decisiveness and ruthless tactics in his heart have never been erased.

Qin Baichen ignored the middle-aged man and looked sideways at the other directors.

There was coldness and bloodthirsty violence in his cold eyes, and his expression hinted of impatience.

This look of wanting to see blood made everyone tremble with fear.

An old man with gray hair said sincerely and humbly: "Please Mr. Qin, please show me the way."

Others whose legs were broken also begged for mercy.

"Xiao Qin, I don't want to die, please let me go."

"Master Qin, considering that I have been with the family master for so many years, please spare me this time."

Qin Baichen's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the ferocity in his eyes dimmed.

He raised the club in his hand and knocked it on the conference table.

The knocking sound just fell.

The office door was opened.

Yan Jiu dragged a man covered in blood in.

He knew exactly what Master Qin was going to do next. The bloody man was thrown into the hole in front of the golf equipment.

Qin Baichen took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and placed them on the conference table.

No one saw the murderous intent flashing through his slightly lowered eyes.

Qin Baichen picked up the club again, pointed it at the golf ball, and made a standard casual posture ready to serve.

Before serving, he raised his black eyes as cold as moonlight and glanced at the sweating directors.

"If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price."

A clear and melodious voice, mixed with sarcasm and laziness.

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golf ball on the green track hit the bloody man in the distance.

The surface was evenly covered with micro-dimples, and the solid white ball made of rubber hit the bloody man's face hard.

"Well--"

The bloody man's cheek was sunken, and an inaudible sound of pain came from his mouth.

The blood-stained golf ball rolled several times on the carpet and remained motionless.

The initiator of the figurines was Master Qin, who was aloof and full of noble and lustful demeanor.

Wearing prayer beads, he is like a god, a holy Buddha who cannot be blasphemed.

When he took off his prayer beads, it was as if he had broken a taboo and became ruthless and cruel, subverting his gentle and harmless image.

The director, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the bloody people with more injuries, and beads of sweat continued to fall on his face.

They recognized the identity of the bloody man, a member of the Qin family and one of the representatives of the company's directors.

It was under the instigation of this person last night that they made small moves behind the scenes, causing the company tens of billions of losses.

Qin Baichen walked up to the bloody man, and Yan Jiu moved a chair behind him.

Qin Baichen, who was sitting calmly and elegantly, lifted up the custom-made leather shoes under his feet.

The toes of his shiny shoes poked out, and he lifted the bloody man's chin, revealing his bloody face.

Qin Baichen's thin lips quivered: "Sixth Uncle, it's normal for people to have ambitions, but you shouldn't take advantage of others."

"Ugh-"

The man whose limbs were crippled lay on the ground in a state of disgrace, and could only scream in pain when he opened his mouth.

The blood stains on the toes of the shoes reflected in Qin Baichen's indifferent eyes.

His brows furrowed slightly, a trace of disgust showing on his gentle face.

With a strong movement of his feet, he kicked the person out as if shaking off something dirty.

The familiar inertial movements, silky smooth, are clearly made out of habit.

Qin Baichen touched the ground with his feet and slid the office chair to the front of the bloody man.

He stepped on the opponent's head with his feet, his dark eyes filled with ferocity, and stared at the frightened directors sitting in wheelchairs.

"It's not impossible to give you a chance and withdraw from the board of directors."

As soon as Qin Baichen said these words, the eyes of several directors shone with astonishing light.