The City's Invincible Soldier King

Chen Gefeng clenched his fists tightly and stared at Long Lin with his red eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" After a long while, Chen Gefeng finally asked with a hoarse voice.

"Why not?" Long Lin said with a sneer, "If you don't kneel down, you won't even let me off the hook. Since that's the case, why don't I take the opportunity to humiliate you? If it was you, would you let go of such a great opportunity? "

"You …"

"Kneel." Long Lin said in a cold and furious voice, "Five chimes, our grudges will be put on hold for now, if not, we will have to bear the consequences."

Chen Gefeng said coldly, "If not for Director Zhou supporting you, you wouldn't even be fit to carry my shoes."

"If you don't have the Chen Clan, you're even more worthless." Long Lin laughed in disdain, "At least, I relied on my own ability to get the position of vice president of Cauldron Industry's technology, getting a salary of 6 million annual, how about you? If you throw away your identity as the Chen family's young master, you won't even get five hundred thousand dollars a year, what qualifications do you have to compare with me? "

"You …"

"A real man, don't be such a bitch." Chen Jiefang said sternly, "The most important thing is that one day, the person who will personally pick up the dignity he lost, and laugh to the end, will be the King. All of the rivers and mountains will belong to the King, and all of the history will be written by the King."

"Yes, grandfather."

Chen Gefeng stared at Long Lin, and after ten seconds, he kneeled down.

"Bam."

The sound of his kowtowing echoed throughout the office. Chen Gefeng's forehead was dyed red with blood.

The veins on Chen Gefeng's arms bulged, showing the rage and insanity in the depths of his heart.

This was the result that Long Lin wanted to know.

Hatred was the motivation to move forward. It was also the seed of insanity.

If he planted this seed, Chen Gefeng would be tormented day and night with humiliation, and he would constantly think about how to pick up the dignity he lost with his own hands.

If Chen Gefeng was someone like Gou Hanshi, he would have become extremely terrifying.

However, if Chen Gefeng did not have the courage and patience to face the two of them, he would never stop taking revenge.

A sharp saber was the easiest way to counterattack.

As long as Chen Gefeng moved, Long Lin would have a way to destroy the Chen Family's foundation little by little in the midst of every counterattack.

With the Chen Family collapsing, Chen Gefeng was just a pile of dog shit by the side of the road.

And with Chen Gefeng's personality, he could not be Han Xin, nor could he be disrespectful.

The Worm of a Hundred Feet was not stiff even in death.

Although the billionaire was trapped in an unprecedented crisis, but just this once, it was impossible for him to completely cripple the Chen family. Unless it was really like what his martial uncle said, using half of the hengtai to exchange for a billionaire.

The little Junior Martial Uncle treated him as a little brother, like a nephew. The damn fatty was his life and death good brother, how could Long Lin let the little Junior Martial Uncle pay half of the hengtai to help him vent his anger?

"Bam."

The bloody forehead once again smashed into the floor, leaving a glaring trail of blood on the white tiles.

Chen Gefeng completely ignored all of these, his heart was already filled with humiliation and hatred.

"Bam."

Chen Gefeng smashed his forehead once again.

"Bam."

The crisp sound was like the drumbeats on a sandfield, heavily pounding on the hearts of everyone present.

Chen Jiansong's face was as cold as iron, yet Chen Jiefang was calm.

The difference in temperament was obvious at a glance.

"Bam."

The crisp sound rang out once more.

"Long Lin, I will kill you. I promise."

Chen Gefeng slowly raised his head and stared at Long Lin with eyes as vicious as a lone wolf.

Long Lin's face was cold, and did not say a word.

"Pfft …"

Suddenly, Chen Gefeng spat out a mouthful of blood and closed his eyes, fainting.

"Ge Feng." Chen Jiansong suddenly stood up and shouted with concern.

"Jian Song, sit down." Chen Jiefang stared at his Junior Martial Uncle and slowly said, "Director Zhou, are you satisfied with this explanation?"

The Junior Martial Uncle expressionlessly said, "It's so-so."

"Then, thank you, Director Zhou, for your generosity." Chen Jiefang waved his hand and said, "Director Zhou, please."

The Junior Master stared at Chen Jiefang and said coldly, "Old Geezer Chen, you remember, Long Lin is my younger brother. When you want to touch him, you better consider the retaliation of the hengtai."

"There's no need to speak frankly. What should come, will eventually come."

"I'm waiting for the Chen Clan at Hua Ting."

The young master walked away in big strides, Long Lin looked at the unconscious Chen Gefeng with great interest, then followed with big strides.

"Brat, after today, you must be careful. Old man Chen is not someone to be trifled with." The Junior Martial Uncle earnestly said, "The Chen Clan's power is much stronger than what you have seen."

"I know." Long Lin nodded his head, and said, "According to my investigations, other than the power of the business, and the power of the officials, the Chen family also colluded with the infamous sea scorpion, and other than that, there were at least three other forces."

In terms of the power of the business world, I am not afraid of the hengtai. But in terms of the strength of the government, the hengtai is not as good as the Chen family, after all, the Chen family has been in the Yanjing for dozens of years, so the power of the government here is much stronger than Hua Ting. Boy, if you can't do it, come to Hua Ting, if the Chen family dares to extend a hand, I can cut off his hand.

"I'll be careful."

"Fine, then I won't say anymore. This dog that bites without saying anything is not a short-lived dog. If the Chen family wants to kill you, it won't be easy."

Here it comes again!

"Let's get down to business, let's talk about private matters." With a flash of cold light, the sharp dagger was once again pressed against Long Lin's neck. "Kid, I'll give you three days, you won't be able to find the whereabouts of this damn fatty.

A woman's face, how could it be only in June?

Long Lin looked at the sharp dagger, and said helplessly, "Little Junior Master, even if I help you investigate, I would have to kill Fatty to expose his whereabouts right?"

"I only want the result. I won't listen to the reason."

Long Lin pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "Junior Martial Uncle, can't you give that damn fatty a few years of time to endure the chaos phase of the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art?"

"You clearly know that this is a stage that the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art must pass through, and the Merit has also made it clear, at this stage, even the Buddha's temperament will become chaotic, and will develop all kinds of serious personality flaws. I can understand your suffering, but being extremely lustful is better than being bloodthirsty, right?"

As long as he passes this stage, his body shape and personality will return to normal. At that time, he will definitely obediently return to your side, spend the rest of his life loving you, and be grateful for your magnanimity.

"If I didn't understand him, I would have killed him with a single sword strike." The Junior Martial Uncle gritted his teeth and said, "But as a woman, I can't stand it. All these years, if he hasn't touched a thousand dirty women, at least eight hundred would do. If it were other women, would he have tried? Who the f * ck would do everything in their power to help him take care of those crappy businesses?

The Junior Martial Uncle sighed and said, "I came to find him because I couldn't stand it any longer and didn't waste my time on him."

In this regard, Long Lin was also very helpless.

After all, his Junior Martial Uncle's way of venting his anger was too violent, and it was fortunate that Fatty had to bear the beating. Otherwise, if he could not survive the first round, he would have become a real fatty.

If it was Long Lin, he could only run.

Every family has its share of problems.

This fatty had his own helplessness while this Junior Martial Uncle had his Junior Martial Uncle's grievances.

And all of this was because that damn fatty had obtained the Heaven Swallowing Divine Art from an ancient tomb.

This was a miraculous Merit with boundless power but also a fatal flaw.