Mr. Ruan's originally arrogant expression turned stiff.

Cold sweat broke out all over the floor, and his whole body froze in place, and he couldn't even speak coherently.

Su Mu smiled and raised his hand to say hello:

Brother Yunlong, long time no see, I miss you so much!"

After saying that, Su Mu led Zhu Yiyi to stand up, walked to him, reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder:

"My time is charged by the second, 100 million per second. I will give you three days to transfer it to the Children's Aid Foundation. I will check the account and save a penny... Haha, your Ruan family no longer needs to exist.

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After finishing speaking, he said to Ma Wenjing:

"Miss Ma, let's go."

Ma Wenjing nodded quickly and followed Su Mu and Zhu Yiyi quickly out of the coffee shop.

When Zhu Yiyi went out, she turned her head and glanced pitifully at Ruan Yunlong, who was still standing there like a statue.

The group of dudes who followed Ruan Yunlong were dumbfounded.

The stick in their hands has become a joke.

They stared blankly at Ruan Yunlong, who was covered in cold sweat, lost his soul, and terrified to death, forgetting what they should do.

Still following the short-haired man, a guy next to him stammered:

"Master Ruan, you... why did you just... let that bastard go? Master Chi was even beaten by him...!"

Ruan Yunlong suddenly roared, and rushed towards the unlucky guy like crazy, punching and kicking him, and cursing wildly:

"You are paralyzed!"

"Caoni Ma, you want to die, why are you dragging me along?"

"Damn it, what did I tell you? I told you to calm down, but you didn't bother to listen."

"You bastard, who are you messing with? How dare you mess with him?"

"I was killed by you!!"

The guy who was beaten screamed so miserably that it made those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.

Ruan Yunlong beat himself so hard that he fell to the ground and murmured in despair:

"Grass mud horses, come and collect the money. As for my ugly words, you are the cause of this matter. One hundred million per second. You calculate it yourself. Everyone will share it equally. If you don't have money to sell your blood and body, who dares not to pay? I will let you

Your whole family will die!"

One hundred million per second?

How many seconds was it just now?
Chapter completed!