Chapter 499 The Hunt Begins (V)

"Hey, Mr. Quick, why are you back again? Could it be that the Holyfield family also wants to hunt this old man like me?"

Old God Liang Qiuhai sat comfortably at his desk, curling his lips and sarcastically, while he was washing and pouring tea. He didn't take Kuik seriously at all.

Not long ago, Liang Qiuhai was a baron and a baron, but now he is called Mr. Quick.

The difference in attitude between the people in front and behind was so obvious that Holyfield Quick looked very ugly.

Holyfield Quick tried to calm down his anger and said calmly: "Master Liang, you must have seen the video that is widely circulated on the Internet!"

"Video? What video?"

Liang Qiuhai pretended to be dumbfounded, while Holyfield Quick had veins popping on his forehead and said coldly: "Master Liang is really busy with everything.

The video released by Jiang Mingyang almost shocked the global martial arts circle, and you didn't even know it. "

"You're talking about that advertisement. It's very interesting. It's a good thing for young people to have ideas and motivation."

Liang Qiuhai laughed heartily. He was obviously talking about the same thing, but there was no conversation at all.

When Liang Qiuhai saw the video, he almost pulled off his beard.

Jiang Mingyang dared to invade the surveillance system. This was a serious crime that could cost him his head.

He urgently contacted the senior management, who responded with an understatement of "got it", which made him relax his brows.

Since the senior management did not pursue the matter, they were acquiescing to Jiang Mingyang's mischief. Naturally, he would not talk too much.

"Enthusiastic!"

Holyfield Quick sneered several times and said angrily: "Jiang Mingyang's behavior is a crime and a blasphemy against national security!

As the highest minister of the Eastern Holy Land Province, you actually say this is very interesting? "

Liang Qiuhai's face darkened, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he sneered: "Mr. Quick, please understand first that this is the country of China.

In my district, I don’t need you to tell me what decisions I make.

In other words, the Holyfield family has become so powerful that it can order the top officials of China's five major administrative regions to interfere in China's internal affairs. "

Liang Qiuhai's attitude was very tough, and he was so terrifying and powerful that even Holyfield Quick was a little scared.

"Master Liang, that's not what I meant. I am worried about the network security of Dongshengxing Province."

Holyfield Quick explained hurriedly, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He wanted to say that you were cheating and blatantly assisting Jiang Mingyang, which was against the Warrior International Agreement.

But this was China's territory. They had violated Liang Qiuhai's taboo by sending people to kill Jiang Mingyang.

If they are labeled as interfering in internal affairs, they might really be killed together.

"Mr. Quick, there are two ancient sayings in China.

The first is to sweep the snow in front of each door, and don't worry about the frost on other people's tiles.

Second, family scandals should not be publicized.

That’s it for now, please do as you please. "

Liang Qiuhai then waved his hand, and the office door opened automatically, with the words "seeing off guests" written on his face.

"Okay, okay, since Mr. Liang is unwilling to solve the problem, then I will go find the church."

Holyfield Quick snorted several times, turned around and walked out the door angrily.

As soon as Holyfield Quick walked out of the door, Liang Qiuhai said calmly: "It is a virtue to close the door casually, thank you."

Holyfield Quick froze on the spot, unreleased anger boiling in his chest.

If it was a provocation before, now it's an outright insult.

He, a noble baron of the Holyfield family, actually wanted to open the Liangqiu customs. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.

"What? The Holyfield family is tyrannical in our Dongsheng City, do you still want to be tyrannical in the administrative building?"

Liang Qiuhai's face darkened, and his unabashed murderous intent filled the room instantly.

As the highest officer of Dongsheng, his favorite grandson was plotted against him, which already made him furious.

After Jiang Mingyang resisted the incident, the Holyfield family forced their way into Dongsheng to carry out a death hunt for Jiang Mingyang.

From a big perspective, this is a slap in Hua Xia's face; from a small perspective, this is bullying.

As the commander of Dongsheng, Liang Qiuhai had many aspects to consider, and he had to suppress and endure.

But if Holyfield Quick gives him a chance, he will definitely shoot him to death in Dongsheng!

"snort."

Holyfield Quick took a deep breath, snorted heavily, turned around, closed the door and left.

Holyfield Quick is also a character, and he endured such humiliation.

"Hey, he knows how to advance and retreat and also knows how to be patient. Facing such an enemy, can Jiang Mingyang survive?"

Liang Qiuhai sighed sadly, full of guilt for Jiang Mingyang.

Although everyone knows that Liang Qingshan was implicated by Jiang Mingyang, given Liang Qingshan's temper, sooner or later he will offend people he can't afford to offend.

Jiang Mingyang threw him into the army for training, but instead he helped Liang Qingshan. Liang Qiuhai was very grateful to Jiang Mingyang.

But the church was too strong, and even the top leaders of China couldn't do anything about it, and there was nothing he could do.

"I hope the senior management can resist it. Without the advantage of surveillance, Jiang Mingyang will be in trouble."

Liang Qiuhai murmured to himself, and Han Feng, who was far away in the imperial capital, watched the video on the Internet and almost rolled on the ground with laughter.

“Damn it, I knew this bastard wouldn’t suffer, but I didn’t expect this bastard to be so ruthless.

In order to disgust the Holyfield family, he even violated himself. "

He has watched this video dozens of times, and he laughs every time he watches it.

Among all the Chinese people, Han style is the happiest.

Because he was the one who executed the plan of giving in, the people and warriors all over the country blamed him, and even some old guys pointed at his nose and called him a waste.

Once Jiang Mingyang started the gambling game, he turned from a victim to a perpetrator, and the public opinion changed immediately.

Some people even said that this was a game set by the top leaders to make him look good, and it would be strange if he was not happy.

Han Feng was feeling happy, Qingshui handed him a mobile phone and said, "Communication request from the church."

"Tsk, do you really think I'm easy to bully? My Mingyang just got a little advantage, and you suppressed me with all your strength. The church is getting more and more shameless."

Han Feng pouted and complained, and after taking the phone and answering it, he immediately changed his face.

"Hey, Lord Rupert, have you eaten? Is Chinese food to your taste?

I heard that cardinals are all ascetics. If you are not used to eating delicacies from land and sea, I will send someone to make you steamed bread soaked in radish in water.

Our Chinese ascetics eat these during festivals."

Han Feng's mouth was like a machine gun, and he kept talking after answering the phone.

Rupert's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, and he wanted to slap Han Feng, the vengeful bastard, to death.

During the days that Rupert was in the imperial capital, the dishes were different every day, but they were all made of the same ingredient: fat meat!

The clever chefs cleverly made beef fat, mutton fat, pork fat and fatty fish into delicious food with good color, fragrance and taste.

It looks like green vegetables, but it tastes like fat meat; it looks like rice porridge, but it tastes like fat meat porridge; it looks like scallion-fried tofu, but it tastes like fat meat.

The most annoying thing is that every dish is very delicious, making Rupert unable to stop eating.

Poor Lord Rupert, he has diarrhea at least five times a day, and every time he vomits fat...

"Minister Han Feng, is China interfering with the revenge of the Holyfield family too much..."