Zhao Kang has always called himself Kang Master in front of his subordinates. He is a man of the martial arts world who has mixed up grassroots. He has his own world in this Yanjing Imperial City. He is arrogant in his bones, looks down on other grassroots, and looks down on those second generations who have risen by family relationships, but he is respectful to Mao Yongkang.

In front of his hands, he was Mr. Kang, but in front of Mao Yongkang, he was his grandson.

A dog-legged man who devoted himself to his master chose to compromise in the face of death threats. He was actually not very loyal, but was just frightened by Mao Yongkang's identity and status. In addition, he was cruel. Mao Yongkang's children were better than him. His methods were only despicable compared to Mao Yongkang.

Death is terrible, but what is even more terrifying than death is the torture of infinitely approaching death, but life is worse than death. What makes Zhao Kang even more desperate is that he can't escape death in the end. But when he saw Shi Pengxin coming with a knife, this kid started to get involved in the underworld in junior high school. Not to mention the kung fu, he would definitely be damned, and even become ruthless.

He is a naughty man like the world, and following a principled elder brother must be a good knife, but if he follows the elder brother who is a lie, it will definitely be a disaster.

Shi Pengxin stabbed into Zhao Kang's heart with a knife. Zhao Kang's mouth trembled unwillingly, "Why... I have already explained it, I have explained it..."

Yang Yong walked over and said, "If you are really a good person, your wife would not allow our team to take such a terrible punishment. You can't remember how many good girls you have been cheated in your club over the years, right? You can't remember the three-year murder case, the murder case five years ago, and... Forget it, you should know more than me, so you have more than death."

Puff!

Shi Pengxin pulled the knife out, and a stream of blood splattered out. Zhao Kang covered his heart and fell to the ground stiffly, saying unwillingly: "You, if you don't keep your promise, you will be retribution, retribution..."

"Go to the damn, go and tell the King of Hell to retribution, let him throw you into the oil pan and fry it. Bah, you are still talking about retribution with me." Shi Pengxin kicked Zhao Kang on the body and cursed angrily.

Chen Wanli, the former Jiugong Pavilion Pavilion, stood up from the bench beside him and said, "Yang Yong, Xiao Shi, we should deal with Mao Yongkang next." (10)

Yang Yong and Shi Pengxin looked at each other and said, "Old Chen, the wife hasn't spoken yet."

Chen Wanli smiled and said, "What I said about dealing with is not to kill him. First, find out his habits. The lady should use it next."

Shi Pengxin laughed and said, "Old Chen, what if you guessed wrongly?"

Chen Wanli walked out the door, "You clean up Zhao Kang's body first. If I lose, I will be able to compensate you with a bottle of top-quality flower sculptures, but what if you lose?"

Shi Pengxin said: "I'll call you grandpa!"

Chen Wanli stopped, but did not turn around, "I don't want a grandson like you."

Shi Pengxin's expression was stunned and he smiled and said, "Old Chen, I heard that every child and half of you will want to pick up a grandson for nothing? You are willful."

...

Bang!

Mao Yongkang threw the cup to the ground. The cup was not an antique. Although he was a child of the Mao family, he was far from being able to do it like his father, Mr. Mao. He was a fine antique when he threw it. The ones that were not only antiques, but also art, but also white money.

"Look for me, Zhao Kang, I will find me whatever he says. If something happens to him, Xiao Mei's affairs will be revealed and let the people of the Xiao family know. Then the relationship between our Mao family and the Xiao family is very likely..."

Mao Yongkang raised his eyebrows and pointed at the fat man who bent down in front of him and said, "No matter what relationship you use or what means you use, you must find Zhao Kang for me. You must live and die and see the corpse!"

The fat man bent down, and a cold sweat appeared on his round fat face, "Yes, Master Qi!"

The fat man stepped back, and Mao Yongkang called him again: "Fat Hu, this matter is very important. You must know what you have done. If you do it well, you will make a great contribution. But if you can't do it well, you will wait to take one finger down."

Feihu's waist was bent even lower, "Don't worry, Qi Master, Feihu must do his best. If... if... if it fails, I will cut off a finger and apologize."

Mao Yongkang waved his hand, "You go down."

"Seventh Master, Feihu is a capable subordinate. Are you really willing to break his finger?" An old man sitting next to him spoke, raising his hand and stroking his white beard, holding a teacup in his hand, his hair and beard were all white. He should have looked like a fairy-like figure, but he had a horse face and a pair of rat eyes.

Mao Yongkang turned around and looked at the old man and said, "Senior Ma, what do you mean..."

The old man with a horse face smiled and said, "Zhao Kang must be in danger. The men in this world are prone to make a mistake, that is, underestimate women. If the young lady of the Zhu family was in ancient times, she would probably be Mu Guiying and Mulan."

Mao Yongkang frowned slightly and smiled, "Whether it is Mu Guiying or Mulan, she is still a woman after all, and women are inevitably in need of men. I can't comment on Mu Guiying's appearance, but although Mulan has the nickname "Flower" in her nickname, she is a perfect man's wife, the young lady of the Zhu family, but she is as beautiful as a flower, and Mulan can't compare to her."

"oh?"

"Senior Ma, a woman is hidden in a man's military camp but not discovered. Do you think this reality is that she looks similar to a man, just like many contemporary men look similar to women."

"Haha..." (Zero1)

The old man laughed, "The Seventh Master is active in thinking and is indeed reasonable."

Mao Yongkang said: "Senior Ma, do you know why I am impatient recently?"

The old man stroked his beard again and said, "Men are born in this world and are impatient. One is the country represented by power and wealth, and the other is the beauty in their arms. The seventh young master is probably taking them all."

Mao Yongkang laughed, "Those who know me, Senior Ma, my brothers, are all too old-fashioned. I want to give my father a refreshing feeling. Even if the position of the future head of the Mao family is not worthy of me, at least I can win a powerful position, and what makes me feel threatened is that my nephew Hua Jun, who is full of knowledge, is back."

The old man smiled and said, "A handsome man is nothing. The Seventh Prince cares more about beauty. Between power and wealth and beauty, some people choose the former, and some people choose the latter. The Seventh Prince's soul is lost now, and that is fascinated by the beauty's mind. But I heard that the young lady who is so beautiful in China seems to be pregnant. Is it not that the Seventh Prince..."

Mao Yongkang smiled silly, and his eyes flashed with a vulgar light, "The girl has played, the young woman has played, and the mature woman has slept, but I have never experienced this beautiful pregnant woman."

The old man said: "It's understandable that men are lustful. If this matter is done, it depends on Zhu Kunyu's help. He, the betrayed dog of the Zhu family, may be able to help the seventh prince in this matter. Once the young lady of the Zhu family is taken down, the company may have another plan in the future..."

(Sorry, brothers, Erdou can't hold on. I owe a second update today and make up for it tomorrow... I'm confused...) (To be continued)
Chapter completed!