Chapter 13197 I am commanding you

Yang Meng took a step forward, and appeared in front of Qian Xuejin like a ghost, at a speed so fast that it was shocking.

Qian Xuejin felt a suffocating feeling coming instantly, and then a big hand like a clamp had tightly grasped his neck, and lifted him off the ground easily.

"Old man, do you really think I don't know that you told Ling Xiao about Xiao Lianzhu's whereabouts?" Yang Meng's voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable anger and threats. There was a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, as if he could devour Qian Xuejin in the next second.

Qian Xuejin's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a "crackling" sound came from his throat. He struggled desperately, but found that he could not shake Yang Meng at all. Fear and despair surged like a tide, drowning him.

"You have to bear a large part of the responsibility for the many casualties in Huangquan Bulao Mountain!" Yang Meng's voice was full of grief and determination. His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Qian Xuejin's heart hard. His eyes were not only full of anger towards Qian Xuejin, but also deep sorrow for the loss of his comrades.

"I remind you that I am not asking you, but ordering you." Yang Meng's tone was unquestionable. He increased the strength of his hands, and Qian Xuejin's face became even uglier, as if he would suffocate to death at any time. "Within three days, I want to know the whereabouts of Ling Xiao, otherwise, your family will never survive."

At this point, Yang Meng's eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness, as if he had seen the tragic destruction of Qian Xuejin's family and Sitong Commercial Bank.

"Including your Sitong Commercial Bank, you must also disappear from the Demon-Suppressing Mansion." This sentence was like the judgment of the god of death, which made Qian Xuejin completely fall into the abyss of despair.

The air around him seemed to solidify, and everyone was shocked by this scene and could not speak. Qian Xuejin's eyes were full of fear and pleading, but he knew that Yang Meng was no longer the opponent he could negotiate with, but a real killing god.

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw Qian Xuejin out, turned around and disappeared.

At this moment, Qian Xuejin felt a powerful force suddenly push him out several feet, his body drew an awkward arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. He coughed violently, and his chest seemed to be crushed by a huge rock, and the pain was unbearable.

Looking up at the direction where there was no one, his eyes were full of complex emotions of unwillingness and fear. Seeing this, the people around him cast sympathetic or gloating eyes, and the sound of discussion was everywhere, but no one dared to step forward to help.

The third guardian Gu Hang also looked at Qian Xuejin coldly, with both disdain and warning in his eyes: "I know you think Ling Xiao is not simple, but no matter how strong his background is, can it be stronger than the Soul Clan? On this continent, who doesn't know the power of the Soul Clan and who doesn't fear it? Even the Holy Hall needs to think twice before facing the Soul Clan. How dare you, Sitong Trading Company, just a trading company, easily provoke it?"

Gu Hang's words were full of unquestionable majesty, and his words were as piercing as ice, making Qian Xuejin shiver. He gently patted Qian Xuejin's dusty shoulders. The action seemed gentle, but it actually contained irresistible power: "Old man, think about it carefully, don't make a mistake. Sometimes, choice is more important than hard work."

After speaking, Gu Hang's figure disappeared from everyone's sight like a ghost, leaving Qian Xuejin standing alone, staring into the distance with empty eyes, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

Seeing this, Qian Xuejin took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner waves. He knew that his current situation was extremely difficult. Whether it was Ling Xiao's threat or Huangquan Bulaoshan's anger, he felt unprecedented pressure. But he also understood that escaping was not a solution, and only by facing it could he find a way out.

After a moment of silence, Qian Xuejin slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and turned to leave. His back seemed a little hunched, but his steps were extremely firm. He knew that he had to make a decision as soon as possible, whether for the future of Sitong Commercial Bank or for the safety of himself and his family.

Soon, what happened in Huangquan Bulaoshan spread quickly in Zhenmo Mansion like a whirlwind. People talked about it, marveled at Ling Xiao's audacity, and were also shocked by Huangquan Bulaoshan's strong means. And the name Ling Xiao became more famous and became a well-known existence in Zhenmo Mansion.

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Three days later, the morning light broke, and Zhenmo Mansion was bathed in a soft and peaceful light. The towering tower of the Sitong Trading Company headquarters stands in the center of the city, and its height seems to touch the clouds, which makes it look particularly solemn and mysterious.

At the top of the tower, in an elegantly decorated tea room, a man in white sits there leisurely, holding a delicate porcelain cup in his hand, savoring the fine tea in the cup.

Beside him, a wisp of tea fragrance rises slowly, interweaving with the breeze from the window, creating an atmosphere that transcends the world. This man is Qian Baiyun, the head of Sitong Trading Company.

He is about thirty years old, with a handsome face, long hair like a waterfall, gently fluttering in the wind, and white clothes whiter than snow, like an immortal walking out of a painting.

At the railing not far from Qian Baiyun, another man stands quietly, his figure is upright and cold, it is Yang Meng, the owner of Huangquan Bulao Mountain.

The sun filtered through the clouds and shone dappledly on his body, but it seemed unable to dispel the palpitating chill all around him. Yang Meng's face was cold, his eyes were as sharp as falcons, and he stared at Qian Baiyun. A terrifying murderous intention quietly bloomed in the small building, as if even the air was frozen by it.

"Qian Baiyun, you and I have known each other for many years, and you naturally know my temper very well." Yang Meng's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable majesty, "Now, I just want to Just tell me, are you going to continue to protect Qian Xuejin’s family, or will you choose to cooperate with me and tell me Ling Xiao’s whereabouts?”

Upon hearing this, Qian Baiyun gently put down the tea cup in his hand, and looked at Yang Meng with gentle but firm eyes.

He shook his head, and his tone was calm but revealed a power that could not be ignored: "Master Yangshan, our Sitong Trading Firm has always taken your words to heart. But you also know that the foundation of our firm is credibility and rules. As long as I can provide you with the exact location of Ling Xiao, it will be deemed that our Sitong Trading Company has fulfilled its promise. In that case, the Qian Xuejin family can let it go, right?"

As he spoke, Qian Baiyun's eyes showed some complicated emotions, including fear of Yang Meng's strength and concern for his subordinates. After all, Qian Xuejin's family was close relatives to him, and could even be considered the same family. family.