"Do not kneel?"

Duanmurong also walked over with a few companions holding mobile phones next to her.

She spoke proudly at Song Hongyan: "Come on, Mr. Song, kneel down and lick my shoes. I can plead for you."

She raised her high heels.

Song Hongyan said coldly: "You are dreaming."

"Hahaha--"

Xue Tulong laughed three times, then moved his gun again, and another "punch", Wu Juecheng's calf was shot again.

Blood sputtered.

Wu Juecheng groaned and held back the pain.

The vast conference hall was filled with smoke and blood.

"Mr. Song, why don't you kneel down? If you don't kneel down, the counterfeiter's legs will be ruined."

Duanmu Rong was arrogant: "You asked her to steal my dance and steal it so much. If you lose your legs, it would be a pity."

Song Hongyan's voice sank: "Xue Tulong, Duanmurong, do you really want to die?"

If Song Hongyan had not wanted the best result, Song Hongyan would have taken action against Yuan Qingyi.

"A fake, a playboy, and an outsider. We just stepped on it if we wanted to."

Xue Tulong's mouth touched a contemptuous smile:

"What does Mr. Song want? Do you want to call someone for you? OK, call Ye Fan over."

He is not the strongest in the new country, and there are people who have surpassed him, but he believes that this person is not Song Hongyan or Ye Fan.

"Slaying Dragon, Mr. Song has seen the world."

Duanmurong closed her legs and stamped her feet and straightened her waist: "If you don't kill anyone, she thought you would only hurt and scare people like this."

"It makes sense hahaha!"

Xue Tulong walked straight to Wujue City, pressed her head against her and said to Song Hongyan:

"Mr. Song, don't you kneel down and apologize to my woman, and call Ye Fan over and come to the head."

He shouted loudly: "I will destroy this ugly monster with one shot."

"boom!"

At this moment, the entrance of the police station changed again.

"Woo--"

A roar of cars came from outside the door, coming in full force.

As everyone turned their heads and looked over, a black Rolls-Royce rushed over.

It knocked over several jeeps, dispersed the crowd, and then crossed the middle of the open space.

Then, the car door opened.

Ye Fan slowly walked down with a black wheelchair.

An old man in gray was lying on the wheelchair. He looked very thin, but his eyes were extremely clear and sharp at this moment.

His tone also brought a deep threat to determine the death of thousands of people:

"My Sun Daoyi has never killed anyone in his life, but if you dare to kill my granddaughter, I will slaughter you, the three tribes of Xue!"

A sword seals the throat.
Chapter completed!