My Grandpa Is A Super Godly Tyrant

The rolling stone bar is a heavenly figure.

In a private room.

Chen Silian pulled the money in Wenbin's hand. Then, he ordered it and found that it was just 20000 yuan.

Then, he took out a stack of money from his pocket, put his hands respectfully in front of Chen Silian, and said with a flattering smile, "Mr. Chen, this is a little hard work for you and your brothers. You can't be too small."

Wen bin knows how to observe his words and looks. He immediately understands the meaning of Chen Silian.

Then, he stares at Wen bin, the smile on his face is more and more strong, he is using his eyes to signal Wenbin to give money quickly.

"It's just a poor loser." Chen Silian agreed at once.

"Mr. Chen, I was beaten by a poor loser. I want you to teach the poor loser a lesson." There was a trace of ferocity in Wen Bin's eyes.

This shows how much he is in awe of Lin Fei.

He directly compared Lin Fei to a heavenly figure.

"Well, don't talk about people like heaven. Tell me what you're looking for me for." Chen Silian changed the topic and asked with a smile.

Wen bin just think about it, his back is unconscious of the outflow of cold sweat.

What a big man this must be!

People that Yang Bao is afraid of.

Hearing this, Wen bin held his breath. His eyes were full of fear and respect.

"I'm afraid of people who brother Bao is afraid of?" Wen bin pointed to the sky and whispered.

"Mr. Chen, are there people you are afraid of?" Wen bin is curious. Chen Silian is Yang Bao's man. Who else can Chen Silian be afraid of in Songjiang city?

If he meets Lin Fei again, his attitude towards Lin Fei must be more respectful than his father's.

In his life, he didn't want to meet Lin Fei again.

Thinking of Yang Bao's attitude towards Lin Fei in fumanlou Hotel, Chen Silian's body can't help but shiver, and a chill comes from his bones.

The big man in his mouth refers to Lin Fei.

"A couple of days ago, I got a big guy who shouldn't be, so, you know." Chen Silian has a bitter smile.

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter with you?" Wen bin saw the swelling on Chen Silian's forehead, he asked with concern.

His knife was bandaged and wrapped like a mummy.

But his forehead was still puffy.

Last time, because he offended Lin Fei, he tried his best to kowtow to Lin Fei to admit his mistake and escaped a robbery.

"What can I do for you?" Chen Silian asked coldly.

Wen bin saw Chen Silian and others, quickly stood up from the sofa, met up, politely said: "Mr. Chen, you are here."

In the private room.

Therefore, in Songjiang City, there are still many people who attach great importance to Chen Silian.

However, Chen Silian, after all, is the person of Yang Bao, the leader of the underground forces in Songjiang city.

Although, Chen Silian is just a little gangster.

"Mr. Chen, please come in!" A waiter with one hand on the doorknob, the other hand spread out, asked Chen Silian and his four younger brothers to enter the private room.

The door of the private room was pushed open.

Creak.

Wen bin is anxiously waiting for the arrival of Chen Silian.

"Less money is a little less, but! Who calls you my friend? I have to help when my friend is in trouble Chen Silian hummed.

"Master Chen, I will take you to teach that poor loser a lesson." Wen bin stands up from the sofa and wants to take Chen Silian and others to teach Lin Fei a lesson.

He can't wait. He wants to see Lin Fei's poor loser kneel on the ground like a dead dog and kowtow to him and apologize.