Chapter 672: What do you think of me?
The old man with gaping teeth is Xu Shigui, the ancestor of the Xu family of the Rakshasa Kingdom. Just looking at his appearance, one would think that this man is a bit sinister.
"Alas, time always defeats beauty!"
The speaker was Wang Linfeng, the ancestor of the Siamese royal family. Like Xu Shigui, he had just broken through to the golden elixir realm.
The way he looked at people was different, as if he was looking at people from above, "Thinking back to those days, how glorious and magnanimous you two brothers and sisters were. The three of us joined forces, and we have never been able to defeat you even once. It has only been so many years. The beauty has already reached her old age, and my brother Yuecheng has also turned into ashes..."
"shut up!"
Liu Yuechan had obviously been dealing with them for a long time, and knew that they were acting strangely, so she immediately stopped them.
Wang Linfeng was not angry, "Sister, how many years have you had such a hot temper? We, the masters of suffering, are not angry yet, why are you angry first?"
"snort!"
Liu Miaoxue stood up and said, "Why do you have to pretend? A few days ago, people from your family have come to make trouble, and now they are here to act coy. Does it make sense?"
I have to say that Liu Miaoxue is really beautiful, which makes everyone's eyes brighten.
"Sister Yuechan, you, my great-niece, really have the same demeanor as you did back then!" Xu Shigui chuckled.
"Yeah, it's you?"
At this time, a voice came from the crowd.
He is a handsome young man with a Western face.
The young man stood out from the crowd and looked at Liu Miaoxue with surprise and joy.
Liu Miaoxue was stunned for a moment, unable to realize who this person was.
"Okay, it turns out it's you, you bastard!"
Chen Muyu was watching from the side, but something suddenly jumped out from behind him. He took a quick look and saw that it was Ma Santong.
"You bitch, how dare you come here, how dare you give your grandfather and me some bullshit tattoos..." Ma Santong pointed at the young man and scolded him.
Ghost pattern?
Isn't this man the young man at the airport? What's his name? Smith?
Smith obviously recognized Ma Santong, and his face turned dark.
"shut up!"
A tall and thin old man stood up. He was Zheng Chuan, the ancestor of the Zheng family in the Khmer country. Half of his face was covered with scars. He looked like a ruthless man. He glared at Ma Santong, and Ma Santong’s calves were all covered. Shivering.
"Who are you? You dare to speak arrogantly to the distinguished guests we have invited?" Zheng Chuan pointed at Masan Pass.
Ma Santong was not intimidated. Chen Muyu was still standing behind him. He stiffened his neck and said, "Are you that dish of garlic again? I'm afraid of scaring you if I tell you my name. Listen up, I am Xichuan." Ma Santong, vice president of the Wushu Association, which unit do you belong to?"
Yi's bossy look made Chen Muyu want to kick him.
"Martial Arts Association?"
When the other party heard that Ma Santong Wushu Association was named, and that he was also the vice-president and official, his expression changed slightly.
"Okay, sister Yuechan, you actually approached the Wushu Association for matters between our families?" Xu Shigui snorted, completely losing his frivolity.
Everyone else looked solemn. They were foreign monks and it was inconvenient to do things here. In order to avoid the Wushu Association, they had used many methods to find suitable reasons.
Now, if the Wushu Association gets involved, the matter will change. Once the Wushu Association finds an excuse to get involved, they may have to consider whether they can escape unscathed.
Liu Yuechan didn't say much.
"In our country, no matter where we are, as long as it is a Jianghu matter, our Wushu Association has the right to take care of it!" Ma Santong patted his chest, pointed at Smith and said, "Whose family does this grandson belong to? Yesterday At the airport, they secretly planted ghost tattoos on me. Whose family did it come from? Come out and give me an explanation!"
He glanced around, not to mention, he was quite impressive and frightened everyone present.
That Smith's face was a bit livid. If he had known earlier that this man was from the Wushu Association, he would certainly not have been so careless yesterday.
At this time, an old man with a white beard who looked like Santa Claus stood up and said, "Friend, he is my great-nephew. Please forgive me for any offense!"
The accent is a bit strange, but I can barely understand it.
"Who are you?" Ma Santong said with a dark face.
"Ahem!"
At this time, Wang Linfeng spoke, "This is Mr. Summer, the head of the Smith family of Citigroup. You may not have heard of the Smith family, but you should know Hella International Group!"
Ma Santong's face trembled. He had lived for such a long time and had been working in the Wushu Association for so many years. How could he not know about the Hela family?
The top 20 super companies in the Fortune 500.
"And this one!"
Wang Linfeng pointed to another old man next to him.
He is also an old foreign man. He is dark-skinned and has thick lips. He looks like he came from a tropical area.
"This is Mr. Kumba, the high priest of the African Elephant Tribe!"
Immediately, Wang Linfeng's eyes fell on Ma Santong, "Friend, may I ask, are you here to support the Liu family on behalf of the Wushu Association? We are just looking for an old grudge against the Liu family. Your Wushu Association has to take care of this, right? Besides, you are the president of the Xichuan Wushu Association, and this is Dongshan Province, can you take care of it?"
"If I want to take care of it, I will take care of it!"
Ma Santong shrugged, but what he said was a bit unconfident.
"Then, I wonder what you are going to do with President Ma of the Wushu Association?" Xu Shigui walked up to Ma Santong.
Ma Santong was a little timid.
"This kid planted ghost marks on me, and I asked him for an explanation. This is always a legitimate reason, right?" Ma Santong pointed at the young man and said.
The young man did not dare to say a word.
At this time, the Santa Claus named Summer said something unknown in Wang Linfeng's ear.
Wang Linfeng came over, took out a stack of checks from his arms, tore one off and handed it directly to Ma Santong.
Ma Santong was stunned for a moment and looked at Wang Linfeng, "What do you mean?"
"Look, is this enough?" Wang Linfeng took Ma Santong's hand and placed the check in his hand.
"Oh, what do you think I am..."
Ma Santong sneered and raised his hand to tear up the check, but when he saw the numbers on it, he hesitated.
"Ahem, I guess you guys are wise!"
Ma Santong coughed lightly and took a few steps back to Chen Muyu's side.
"Haha, thank you very much, President Ma, for your noble hand!" Wang Linfeng laughed.
"Isn't it embarrassing?"
Seeing Ma Santong retreat, Chen Muyu wanted to spit in his face.
Ma Santong turned sideways and showed the check to Chen Muyu.
1000000!
Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Are you betraying your personality at this point?"
"How can it be that exaggerated?" Ma Santong laughed dryly and whispered, "It's nothing to you, but to me, it's a year's salary!"
Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, why are the salaries in the Wushu Association so high?
