Almighty in the city

"The news, is it true?"

In the bullet-proof modified Rolls Royce, Grandpa Sun had a gloomy face, a pair of piercing eyes, exuding a eagle-like sharp gaze, which made people involuntarily aroused deep fear and fear.

It's hard to imagine that this kind of aggressive gaze came from the eyes of an elderly man.

Opposite him, sat a middle-aged man with a slightly blessed figure.

On the bridge of the middle-aged man's nose, there is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses produced by lotos, giving people a gentle and bookish feeling.

Facing Grandpa Sun’s aggressive gaze, the middle-aged man habitually raised his hand and gently pushed his glasses, and nodded unhurriedly: "This judgment is that I have summarized the situation at Jinghu Hospital and where He’s home is. After a few hours of reaction, after a comprehensive analysis, the final conclusion was reached."

"I don't like to analyze and judge words like this." When Grandpa Sun heard this, his brows suddenly tightened, and there was a trace of murderousness in his cold eyes, "What I want is real news. News with sufficient evidence!"

"That will take time." In the face of the anger of Grandpa Sun, the middle-aged man still behaved unhurriedly, "This kind of huge news, no matter whether it is true or not, the Ho family will definitely try every means to cover it up."

After a pause, he lifted his chin slightly and looked directly at Grandpa Sun’s sharp gaze: "Even if we can’t get any real evidence yet, I can assure you that ninety-nine percent of them have gone. ."

"Guaranteed?" Grandpa Sun snorted coldly, "What guarantee do you take? Your life, or the life of your whole family-you know, at this point in time, as long as one step is wrong, you will never look back. Chance!"

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Old Sun, to say something disrespectful, do you think there is still a chance for the Sun family at this moment to look back?"

"How courageous!" The bodyguard who had been sitting next to Grandpa Sun was furious when he heard this. He raised his hand and drew a pistol from his waist, pushing the black hole's muzzle directly to the middle-aged man. On his temple, "Dare to talk to Old Sun like this, believe it or not, I will blow your head with a shot!"

"I--" The ridicule on the middle-aged man's face, instead of converging, became more and more intense, "I really don't believe it. If you have the ability, you just pull the trigger and try. I'm not going to die. It’s valuable, and it can also allow your grandson and the whole family to be buried with you."

What he said was an understatement, and his eyes were even more provocative, and he could only see that the bodyguard was distraught.

"Okay." Grandpa Sun waved his hand and motioned to him to put the gun away, and then looked at the middle-aged man, "This matter is about the life and death of my Sun family. There is not enough evidence to prove that Old Man He really has driven. Hexi, I will never let the Sun family participate in this matter."

"Is the Sun family still alive and dead?" In the middle-aged man's tone, he made no secret of his sarcasm. "At this time tomorrow, the Sun family won't be able to borrow the 10 billion gold coins. The second asset will have to be renamed. At that time, will there still be a foothold for the Sun family in Mengcheng?"

"How do you know that my Sun family can't pay the money yet." Grandpa Sun gave him a faint look. Although he put away the aggressive aura in his eyes, he felt that it was getting colder and more dangerous. Up.

The middle-aged man didn't care at all, just smiled faintly: "The old man said that he wanted to get back the stack of Swiss bank cash promissory notes that your grandson lost from the boy named Bai?"

"Why, can't it?" Grandpa Sun let out a cold snort.

"Compared with the continuation of the family, the mere face is of course not worth mentioning." The middle-aged man laughed, half mocking half sneer, "It's just that Sun Lao has thought that if Bai Yifan hides What should you do after the old house of He family?"

Grandpa Sun suddenly choked.

The middle-aged man laughed and continued to speak: "Even if he and that Tan Zongming did not hide in the old house of the He family, how dare you guarantee that Mr. Sun will stare at the pile of Swiss bank cash in his hand. Only your grandson family? You know, that stack of cashier's notes is worth a full 31 billion gold coins—I think even He’s dare not say that he won’t be indifferent to this money. These are all bearer cash promissory notes. Swiss banks do not recognize people. No matter who takes these cash promissory notes, they can redeem the huge sum of money from Swiss banks."

Grandpa Sun didn't respond to his words, just let out another cold snort.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and spread his hands together and said, "With the wisdom of the old Sun, after hearing these words from me, it should be clear that it is not the question of whether the Sun family should make plans, but how the Sun family should act. Question-you're welcome, now, the time left for the Sun family is really running out."

"Old man He, really is dead?" Grandpa Sun raised his eyelids, did not answer his words, but teleported the topic back to the beginning.

The middle-aged man heard the voice-over behind this question.

He smiled slightly and nodded affirmatively: "I can guarantee my life. Ninety-nine percent of the gambling king has gone--"

While talking, the smart bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated.

The middle-aged man took a look and took out the phone directly from his jacket pocket.

He opened the screen and just glanced, the smile on his face suddenly became louder: "The latest news, among the three major disciples of King He Gambling, Wang Kaishan and Ouyang Huo have started to act separately."

Grandpa Sun looked at him blankly.

Three seconds later, he motioned to the bodyguard beside him to pass the mobile phone, and quickly dialed a number.

After the call was connected, he only faintly said three words: "Do it."

After finishing the three words, he directly threw the phone to the bodyguard, allowing the bodyguard to remove the SIM card from the phone, and then threw it out of the car window.

Looking at this thin metal card, falling into the sea outside the guardrail in the wind, Grandpa Sun closed his eyes, and after a long time, he exhaled from his mouth: "There is no one-it's time to retreat."