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Chapter 672 What Do You Think Of Me?

The old man with open teeth is Xu Shigui, the patriarch of the Xu family in the Raksha Kingdom. Just looking at his appearance, he feels that this person is a bit sinister.

"Oh, time always defeats the beauty!"

The one who spoke was Wang Linfeng, the patriarch of the Siamese king's family, who, like Xu Shigui, had just broken through the Golden Core Realm.

The way people look at people is different now, as if they are looking at people with their nostrils, "I think back in the past, you two brothers and sisters, how beautiful and beautiful, the three of us joined forces, and we have never surpassed you once. It has only been so many years. The beauty is already late, and the brother of Yuecheng has also been turned into a grave..."

"shut up!"

Liu Yuechan had obviously dealt with them for a long time, and knew that they were acting strangely, so she stopped immediately.

Wang Linfeng was not angry, "Sister, how many years has it been since you have such a hot temper, we people are suffering, we are not angry yet, why are you angry?"

"Humph!"

Liu Miaoxue stood up, "Why do you bother to put on an air? A few days ago, people from your family have already come here to make trouble, and now you are here to put on an air, is there any point?"

I have to say that Liu Miaoxue is really pretty, which made everyone's eyes shine.

"Sister Yuechan, you grandniece, you really look like you did back then!" Xu Shigui chuckled.

"Yeah, is that you?"

At this time, a voice came from the crowd.

He was a handsome young man with a western face.

The young man stood out from the crowd, looking at Liu Miaoxue with surprise and joy.

Liu Miaoxue was stunned for a moment, but didn't realize who this person was for a moment.

"Wow, so it's you bastard!"

Chen Muyu was originally watching from the sidelines, but suddenly something popped up behind him, and he took a quick look, and it turned out to be a three-way horse.
"You bastard, how dare you come here, how dare you give your grandpa me some shit..." Ma Santong pointed at the young man and scolded him immediately.

Ghost pattern?

Isn't this man the young man at the airport, called Smith?

Smith obviously recognized Ma Santong, and his face darkened suddenly.

"shut up!"

A tall and thin old man stood up. He was Zheng Chuan, the patriarch of the Zheng family in the Khmer country. This man had scars on half of his face. He looked like a cruel man at first glance. He glared at Ma Santong, who had all his legs trembling.

"What are you, dare to speak wild words to the honored guests we have invited?" Zheng Chuan pointed to Ma San Passage.

Ma Santong wasn't scared too much, Chen Muyu was still standing behind him, and immediately straightened his neck, "Are you that plate of garlic again? Say my name, I'm afraid I'll scare you. Listen carefully, I'm Xi Chuan Ma Santong, vice president of the Wushu Association, which unit do you belong to?"

The domineering look made Chen Muyu want to kick him.

"Martial Arts Association?"

When the other party heard that Ma Santong was the name of the Martial Arts Association, and he was also the vice president, and the official was not young, his expression changed slightly.

"Okay, sister Yuechan, you actually asked the Wuxie for the matter between our families?" Xu Shigui snorted, completely losing the frivolity just now.

Everyone else has serious expressions. They are foreign monks, and it is inconvenient to do business here. In order to avoid the martial arts association, they have used many methods to find suitable reasons.

Now, if the Martial Arts Association gets involved, the matter will change. Once the Martial Arts Association finds an excuse to get involved, they may have to consider whether they can get out unscathed.

Liu Yuechan didn't say much.

"In our country, no matter where it is, as long as it is a matter of the world, our martial arts association has the right to take care of it!" Ma Santong patted his chest, said in a tone, pointing at Smith, "whose grandson is this? At the airport, they secretly planted ghost patterns on me, whose family, come out and give me an explanation!"

He glanced around, not to mention, he was really a little imposing, and he bluffed everyone present.

That Smith's face was a little livid. If he had known that this person belonged to the Martial Arts Association, he would certainly not have been so hasty yesterday.

At this time, an old man with white beard and beard who looked like Santa Claus stood up, "Friend, he is my grandnephew, please forgive me for any offense!"

The accent is a bit strange, but I can barely understand it.

"Who are you?" Ma Santong said with a dark face.

"Cough cough!"

At this time, Wang Linfeng said, "This is Mr. Summer, the head of the Smith family of Citigroup. You may not have heard of the Smith family, but you should know Hella International Group!"

Ma Santong's face trembled. How could he not know about the Haila family after living so long and working in the Wuxi Association for so many years.

The top [-] super companies in the world's top [-].

"And this one!"

Wang Linfeng pointed to another old man beside him.

He is also a foreign old man, with dark skin and thick lips, and he seems to have swum from a tropical area.

"This is Mr. Kumba, the High Priest of the African Elephant Human Tribe!"

Immediately, Wang Linfeng's eyes fell on Ma Santong, "My friend, by the way, are you here to stand for the Liu family on behalf of the Wuxie? We are just looking for an old enemy with the Liu family. Even this, your martial arts association should take care of it? Besides, you are the president of the Xichuan martial arts association, and this is Dongshan province, can you manage it?"

"I want to take care of it, so let me do it!"

Ma Santong shrugged his shoulders, but what he said was a bit unfounded.

"Well, I don't know about President Ma of the Martial Arts Association, what are you going to do?" Xu Shigui walked up to Ma Santong.

Ma Santong was a little timid.

"This kid planted ghost patterns on me, and I asked him for an explanation. Isn't that justified?" Ma Santong said, pointing at the young man.

The young man didn't dare to say anything.

At this time, the Santa Claus named Samor said something in Wang Linfeng's ear.

Wang Linfeng walked over, took out a stack of checks in his arms, tore one up, and handed it directly to Ma Santong.

Ma Santong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wang Linfeng, "What do you mean?"

"Look, is this enough?" Wang Linfeng took Ma Santong's hand, and put the check in his hand.

"Heh, what do you take me for..."

Ma Santong sneered and raised his hand to tear up the check, but he hesitated when he saw the number on it.

"Ahem, you guys are acquainted!"

Ma Santong coughed lightly, stepped back a few steps, and retreated to the side of Chen Muyu.

"Haha, thank you President Ma for your kind hand!" Wang Linfeng laughed.

"Is it shameful?"

Seeing Ma Santong retreat, Chen Muyu wanted to spit on his face.

Ma Santong turned his body and showed Chen Muyu the check.

100 million!
Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sell out your personality at this point?"

"How could it be that exaggerated?" Ma Santong laughed dryly and said in a low voice, "It's nothing to you, but to me, it's worth a year's salary!"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, why does the martial arts association have such a high salary?
(End of this chapter)