Cultivating Supreme In City

Thinking of the staff imprisoned in the basement, Feng long has a trace of interest, but what Feng long is interested in is not the beauties, but the technicians and management talents. Although the number is not very large, there are only more than 20 people, but all of them are top talents.

"How are the prisoners now?" Feng long lit a cigar and put his legs on the tea table. His movements were casual but domineering, giving people a sense of controlling the whole situation.

The one eyed Dragon said in a hurry: "after a day in the basement, I only gave some compressed biscuits and mineral water. My mental state was a little depressed. Mr. Feng, what should I do with those people? Do you want to kill them? " The one eyed dragon made a move to wipe his neck, and a fierce look flashed from the corner of his eye.

In the eyes of the one eyed dragon, it's just a group of useless people. It's better to kill them to avoid wasting food and water.

Feng long waved his hand and said, "those people can't be killed. They are all elites of Luli company. They are useful. Although the gold mine has begun to produce, it's too extensive and needs professional management."

One eyed dragon didn't expect that Feng long attached so much importance to it, so he asked, "Mr. Feng, what do you want me to do?"

"Shut them down first, give them food and water every day, as long as they don't starve to death. Ten days later, I'll talk to them again. Remember, I want everyone alive. If anyone has an accident, I'll ask you." Feng long's voice suddenly turned cold.

Feng long knows this group of professional mercenaries very well. There are few good birds who can do this. If he doesn't give a warning, he can't figure out what kind of moth he will produce.

The one eyed dragon is a little embarrassed. Originally, I planned to let my brothers have some fun today, so I had to pause.

Basement vault.

A group of people huddled in the corner, surrounded by cold gold bars, orange, some dim lights, gold is still bright, but people are not in the mood to appreciate.

I've been locked up in the dark basement for a day. I've only given a small amount of food and water. My stool can only be solved nearby. The whole basement is full of turbid air and bad smell. However, we don't care about these. Now we don't know our fate. We are worried and scared.

Ding Hao, the leader, looked up at the dim basement and his coworkers. He was heartbroken. He didn't know when the dark days would end?

What's waiting for them?

A beautiful woman in a short skirt looked at Ding Hao in horror and asked, "Mr. Ding, what should we do? Will they kill us? When will President Lu arrange someone to save us? "

A series of questions, Ding Hao do not know how to answer, a wry smile, in the face of armed to the teeth, brutal professional mercenaries, how can we do? Man is the butcher, I am the fish. I can only see the meaning of each other.

As for Luli?

Ding Hao's heart beat fiercely, save us? How can Luli save himself?

All of a sudden, Ding Hao has a terrible idea. According to the calculation of time, Luli should come by special plane during the day. If Luli is still alive, he should be sent in, but now he is not. Has Luli been killed?

If Luli is still alive, they still have hope to live, but if Luli is dead, they are rootless Ping, and they have to let fate decide.

But now everyone's mood is very nervous, the spirit is tight, can't say words of frustration.