He wanted to be angry, but after a long time of anger, he found that he couldn't get angry at all. He had lost nothing except a deep sense of powerlessness.

Hei Jieming never concealed his annoyance to the "League of Kings".

However, it seems that I feel even more bored with myself.

Is it because he has appeared more often?

Zhou Ansheng thought about it in his mind for a while, and after he decided, he would just come a few times.

They are all young people, so it should be easier to communicate.

After breakfast, it was indeed replaced by Meng Lanqiong to invite him.

Hei Jieming gave face this time and happily agreed to go with him.

Still brought Luo Huan and the mercenaries who had never left him before, and came to the room at the top of the cruise ship in a mighty manner.

Along the way, Meng Lanqiong had nothing to say, from current affairs and politics to company operations, and then to astronomy and geography, Hei Jieming always used monosyllable words to deal with it, cherishing words like gold, and he would not easily say a word.

Meng Lanqiong was singing a one-man show alone, and the more bitter the taste was, the more bitter it felt.

On several occasions, he wanted to be angry and ignore Hei Jieming.

But whenever at this time, Hei Jieming would pretend to die and ask a rhetorical question inadvertently, luring him to continue the topic.

Meng Lanqiong secretly complained in his heart, but he had no choice but to know what was going on, but he couldn't control his mouth no matter how much. As long as Hei Jieming answered, even if he used the simplest question to answer.

He couldn't even close his mouth.

Finally, Meng Lanqiong felt that he was about to collapse. He glared at Zhou Ansheng fiercely. He retreated to a plate and asked someone for a large glass of water and drank it.

With the experience of last night, in order to prevent the position from being stolen, before Hei Jieming and others came in, all the chairs in the better position were occupied. The people from the Fiery came late and would not pull them out of the seat.

Get up.

Unexpectedly, after Hei Jieming came in, he didn't sit at all.

He stood, and naturally his people stood.

These mercenaries were all over 1.8 meters tall, standing in a dark place, with a sense of oppression.

Hei Jieming stood in front, his eyes falling from a high place, and his faint carelessness added a lot of power to him.

Zhou Ansheng and others were depressed again, because they seemed to have lost confidence when they sat down. If they wanted to see Hei Jieming's face clearly, they had to raise their heads, but if they lifted like this, their momentum would definitely be weaker.

So, in order to maintain equality in momentum, I don’t know who started it first, everyone stood up and greeted Hei Jieming.

But whenever someone is too enthusiastic and gets too close, he will be pushed away by the tall mercenaries and prevent him from getting closer.

That feeling is a bit like the feeling of a brainless fan watching the superstar superstar, which was blocked by the security guard.

Strange, this is obviously not what it is.

The atmosphere became more and more weird.

"Let's start." Hei Jieming gave everyone five minutes of greetings, and then interrupted coldly.

The rhythm was once again taken away by Hei Jieming.

No matter how reluctant he is, his dominance is still in his hands, and there is nothing he can do to change.

Since this is the case, we might as well avoid vain and talk about the serious matters directly.
Chapter completed!