Thousands of vests, big guys lose them every day

Shen Chengran made an estimate: "The news that you burned down the Presbyterian Church yesterday has spread, and now they are going to attack you in unison."

Nowadays, wherever there are Presbyterians in Continent M, there are electronic surveillance cameras just to monitor them.

I have to say that the Presbyterian Council has done a great job.

Hearing this, Fu Yanzhou chuckled: "Cruel me? You must have that ability."

Shen Chengran pursed his lips: "Now the Presbyterian Church has the same information in their hands. I suspect they want to threaten you,"

After all, they have occupied M state for almost five years, and now that Brother Yan suddenly comes, no one will be happy.

Fu Yanzhou's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

Looking down at the phone, there was not a single message in it.

He clearly promised to send the message when he arrived in Y Continent.

"Go in." Fu Yanzhou took back his phone and walked inside.

The two subordinates opened the door of the negotiation room, and the scene inside came into view.

A very splendid lobby, with a huge conference table in the middle, which can seat at least hundreds of people, and a vast dome.

As soon as he looked up, he could see that the entire wall opposite was covered with exquisite murals carved on it.

The black gold conference table is placed in the middle and is covered with leather black cushions.

None of the people sitting around dared to sit down. They all knew that this seat was not for them.

Fu Yanzhou walked straight to the main seat, pulled out the chair, and sat down slowly without looking at the people around him. The teacups on the table were all made by top workers.

The tea is also made in the best tea room in M ​​state, and the tea is fragrant.

Fu Yanzhou picked up the cup and took a sip, then put it down and frowned.

The great elder couldn't sit still at first and asked sternly: "Fu Yanzhou, what do you mean?"

The leader suddenly broke into M state without saying hello.

Fu Yanzhou said nothing and looked at the documents in his hand. Although they were just a few pieces of paper, the elders felt that a century had passed.

Song Wenjing glanced aside.

The light from the pillar reflected on the man's face, his brows and eyes were cold and a bit ruthless.

The entire negotiation room was filled with low pressure.

He has never seen Brother Yan's expression like this, not even if he sets fire to kill someone.

There was only the faint breathing of a few people in my ears.

Fu Yanzhou held the cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, and just stared at the thing in his hand.

Fu Yanzhou said nothing, and no one among those people dared to say a word.

After all, this is someone who can let go of Shaojia anytime and anywhere, so he can't afford to offend him.

Time passed by bit by bit, and just a few minutes stretched to an infinite length.

The man remained unhurried and completely ignored the fine beads of sweat left on the foreheads of the group of people.

As soon as a man who wanted to wipe his sweat raised his hand, Fu Yanzhou looked over with cold eyes. The man put his hand down tremblingly, not daring to move.

"Fu Yanzhou, what do you mean? Yesterday, someone suddenly set fire to the Presbyterian Church." The elder asked Fu Yanzhou again under pressure.

But Fu Yanzhou still didn't bother to pay attention to him, and the elder felt that his face was a little lost.

The atmosphere in the entire negotiation room was so confrontational.

As long as Fu Yanzhou doesn't speak, no one can do anything to him.

Shen Chengran and Song Wenjing also picked up their cups and took a sip with calm expressions, and then put them down with disgust.

Just this tea, you might as well drink boiled water.

The two of them also looked indifferent, leaning back as if it didn't matter to them, and didn't bother everyone present to have itchy teeth.