"Besides, we haven't arranged a lot of things yet, so attacking and killing us now will only mess up our position."

"Let's be patient and arrange the things at hand. It won't be too late to wash away today's shame."

"Your daughter only broke her leg, but my son and wife were both killed by Ye Fan in a car accident."

"My blood feud is ten times greater than yours."

Nangong Fu advised Ouyang Wuji: "I can tolerate it, but don't be too anxious..."

In fact, he understood that Ouyang Wuji's anger was not for him, but for his nephews and nephews.

Otherwise, the backbones of the two families will think they are too useless.

"What now?"

Ouyang Wuji pulled open a collar: "Are you really going to kneel down, offer incense and carry the coffin?"

The two nephews were also very unwilling.

"Continue to implement the resolution of the council meeting just now and do what needs to be done."

"In addition, the sacrifice of eight hundred gunmen and Jiu Feng and others is still not safe."

Nangong Fu whispered: "Hire a group of three hundred mercenaries as your trump card."

"One billion to two billion, smash it down, don't be sorry."

"And I will call Mr. Murong."
Chapter completed!