1891 Hey, scumbag, where's your face!
Two men with guns were standing at the back, carrying a cloth bag, which seemed to contain a person.
The middle-aged man spread out his hands and said with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, but I don't think any of you will be able to leave today. "
Murong Mian's eyes swept over each of them, and her eyes lingered on the cloth bag for two seconds.
His gaze finally fell on the face of the middle-aged man in the lead. He said,""Mr. Brown,"
The middle-aged man laughed."My wife is right. You are a smart young man. It seems that our upcoming conversation will be very pleasant."
He was Mrs. Jones 'husband, Mr. Brown, a ... Sanctimonious hypocrite, a greedy politician, and an old man who would do anything to achieve his goals.
Murong Mian laughed mockingly. A happy conversation would be worse than a life-and-death battle.
"Talk about how to make me obediently hand over all of my family's assets, or talk about how to avenge your wife?"
He paused for a moment and said sarcastically,"no, I don't think you're going to avenge your wife."
Mr. Brown smiled like a gentleman.""I have a very knowledgeable friend who told me that women are like leaves on a tree. If the leaves fall this year, new ones will grow next year. Or, in the words of your country, women are clothes. If you dirty them, just throw them away and buy a new one. There's no need to wash them again."
Murong Mian really wanted to use a knife to cut his fake smile into pieces. He was just short of saying that women were just a thing and didn't need to care about their lives.
"It seems that you want to talk to me about the first thing." Murong Mian's heart was very calm. She just felt that it was getting late and it was time to go home. Otherwise, Mianmian would be worried when she woke up and found that he was not around.
Murong Mian glanced at Madam Murong, who was lying on the ground with her eyes glazed over.
He sighed in his heart. It would be good if she died quickly, but this made him hesitate.
Brown waved his hand and said,"no, no, no. I'm a politician, not a businessman. Money is not important to me. What's important is how money can help me get the position I want. I'm not her, so we can have a friendly negotiation."
"You want me to sponsor you?"
"Yes, help me win the election, and we can benefit from each other. After you help me win the election, I can help you make more money and help you open up a broader trade market with the power in my hands. I can provide you with more convenience. What do you think?"
"It sounds good," Murong Mian said faintly.
"See, I told you we would have a good conversation. As long as you agree to sign this agreement, I can let you leave with your mother. I'm not that stupid woman. To me, who you are is not important." Brown smiled and looked quite friendly.
"That's right. Do you have the antidote?"
Mr. Brown shrugged."I'm sorry, I don't have that. She did it herself. I didn't know."
"Then how do you have the face to talk to me?" Murong Mian raised her eyes lazily. The mockery in her eyes was like a knife.
"You're alive, and you can even take her body away. Isn't this already the mercy I'm showing you?" Mr. Brown looked at Murong Mian and said those shameless words as if they were natural.