"In the water!"

The Indian who was pulled from the water muttered in a daze.

His mind is already a little unclear, but at least the possibility of lying is not high.

"That 'saint' is still in the water?"

Zhao Ziwu thought to catch the person up quickly, let you be heroic and hero, and you will be drowned alive if you stay in the water for a long time. If the "Saints Association" takes the life of a big boss, no matter how easy it is to speak, you will have to die.

"We may be fooled! Hong Li, get someone!"

Li Bai did not continue to catch up with people, but snapped his fingers at the little demon Hong Li.

The gathering of fish quickly began to move, searching for all the objects in the water, and pushing them to the speedboat where Li Bai and the others were, including the human body.

Soon, countless fish on the water arched a large number of hull fragments, and Indians who were flooded with vegetables by the river.

Even if I didn't have enough water, I would have fallen hard when I flew out of the speedboat and slapped it on the water. If it weren't for the support of the fish, I might not even have the strength to paddle.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five in total! Jaharal Choudhury, you bastard, dare to play the game of the cicada to escape!"

Li Bai took Indians from the water one by one to the speedboat one after another, and turned them over to recognize their faces.

One of them was dressed or dressed up, although it was a bit embarrassed, as if it was the "saint" of the "saints", but when he was catching people from the water, Li Da Demon's Liulixin "sees" through the other party at a glance.

This is a substitute with a very high degree of imitation, not the original deity at all!

In other words, the Indians on the three speedboats are actually a big cover, and Jaharal Choudhury himself has already run away.

No wonder Yang Xin, the financial director of Sanjiang Pavilion who stayed to pick up the escape, was so cautious.

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When the speedboat returned to the river bank where Sanjiang Pavilion and the operation team were located, Li Bai saw the Sanjiang Pavilion master punching and kicking Yang Xin, the head of finance who fled and fleeing.

Others were trying their best to hold him back. At this moment, Zhou Hua's combat effectiveness was extremely strong and he couldn't even pull it. The scene was once chaotic.

Yang Xin, who was wet all over his body, was dejected and allowed to beat him. The more miserable he looked, the more miserable he was.

Lao Zhou's anger is understandable.

After all, no matter how useless the human gene unlocking technology is, it is still Sanjiang Pavilion. No, Jiuzhou Xuanxue Society, no, it is the common property of China, not a bargain of $10,000 or 20,000. Such a discounted and low-priced sale is not just a pity.

What made Zhou Hua even more annoyed was that in the end, all his family's assets were regarded as his confidant. Yang Sanjin, who was entrusted with important tasks, did not count the low-selling technology of Yang Sanjin, who had overseen his duties, and even took away all the funds. If it weren't for the time being, he would have borrowed a huge sum of money in the name of Sanjiang Pavilion, which would make the Sanjiang Pavilion worse and give it a fatal blow.

The money loss is secondary. What makes the Sanjiang Pavilion leader Zhou Hua the most angry is that his trust is betrayed.

Ping Ping beat Yang Xin to death with a punch. After this old punch, he almost beat Yang Xin to death on the spot.

Even so, half of my face was swollen by the big carp before, and now I finally got the symmetry I wished for. Not only my face, but my whole body was swollen.

"Forget it, if you break the person, you won't get the money back!"

Instead, Shi Boxue, the leader of the 507th School of Operations Group, who brought people to Sanjiang Pavilion, was persuading Lao Zhou.

The people in the action team are always embarrassed. What are we doing?!

Not only them, but even the people from Sanjiang Pavilion were embarrassed.

We agreed to prepare for a big battle, but for such a fool, the two sides could not fight this battle.

"Li Bai! Where is Jaharal? Labor and capital want to pinch his shit!"

Seeing Li Bai's speedboat slowly docking, Zhou Hua was finally distracted and shouted at the top of his throat.

In addition to Yang Sanjin, the turtle grandson, there is also the thief Indian. He was so confused that he actually led the wolf into the house. He was foolishly thinking that he could sell the human genetic technology at a good price, but he didn't expect that the other party was full of bad water and took advantage of the situation to rob.

If you don’t pick up any cheap ones, you’re bastard. Seeing that Sanjiang Pavilion is about to encounter big trouble, Indians will not be called A San if they don’t throw shit at them.

"Stander! I've already run away!"

Li Bai threw the fake Jaharal Choudhury to the ground.

Damn it, I'll have a trip!

No wonder the pursuit was so smooth that the opponent did not have any counterattack. It turned out that it was not that he did not want to fight back, but that he had no ability at all, so he could only surrender obediently.

"It's actually a substitute!"

"Damn it, it's so high-end!"

Zhao Ziwu and Wang Yu looked at each other and chased each other for a long time, but caught a Xibei product. These Indians were so cunning.

Not only Jaharal Choudhury himself is not there, but even his confidant leader Hassin is not there.

There is no need to recognize the face, because none of them have been beaten on their bodies. It is obviously not the ones that Jaharal Choudhuri brought to the Sanjiang Pavilion base, because those people except Jaharal Choudhuri were beaten up by Li Bai.

"What? A stand-in?"

The eyes of Zhou Hua, the owner of Sanjiang Pavilion, were almost glaring out.

He looked around the "Jahalal Choudhuri" who was thrown in front of him with an incredible look. He looked around for a few times, and saw the other party trembled, and was afraid that he would be as scared as he was.

After carefully looking at it, Zhou Hua, who was still a little unbeliever, said, "This is obviously Jaharal. Are the 'saints' of the 'saints' who are all squash?"

The clothes are all paired, they look exactly the same, tall, short, fat and thin, and they also have a choking Masala flavor.

"Of course the 'saint' is not a parallel product. This substitute is just a high imitation with no combat power."

This fake is indeed difficult to distinguish in the eyes of those who are not familiar with Jaharal Choudhuri, but within the coverage of Li Bai's glazed heart, there are too many flaws, and there are very obvious differences in many small details.

Besides, if Jaharal Choudhury is really a parallel, then other "saints" will not agree. The power saint Hercules Enzo Camillo, who Li Bai had contact with, had real abilities.

The "Saints Association" can attract so many members with the help of the seven "Saints", and can also divide senior members and junior members. It is obviously because it has its own confidence.

The weak can support learning such a big stall!

"Damn Indian!"

This was a very upset day. Zhou Hua, the head of Sanjiang Pavilion, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The anger towards the Indians and their confidant betrayal even overwhelmed the 507th Institute sent people to attack.

No matter when, if one is not one of our race, his heart will be different and betrayal is an unforgivable sin.

The people who set up their own businesses and other defectors betrayed the Jiuzhou Metaphysics Society and China. The Chinese mainland could not let them go, let alone the Sanjiang Pavilion itself was betrayed or even poached.

"Where has Jaharal been? Say!"

Zhou Hua held down the San and beat him up again.

It's really a person who is old and never grows old. He's fist-to-fist, and he beats this high-quality imitation Jaharal Choudhuri to scream, and he's so rumbled that he doesn't know what he's talking about.

The fake guy didn't even make a trick, but the other San felt empathy and was very scared. Finally, someone confessed: "Stop hitting him, he doesn't understand English. Lord Jaharal has already taken the helicopter!"

Jaharal Choudhury himself is really not a good person. The substitute he prepared for himself is just an honest man who can't beat a fool with three sticks.

It is precisely because I have always been silent that as long as I go there, I can keep silent for a long time, and I am very imposing.

People who don’t know are easily frightened by this “calm and calm” attitude, and it is difficult to see the truth and reality for a while.

Such a temperament is quite popular among the followers of Jaharal. After all, people and animals are harmless, without fighting with the world, suffering first, and competing for success in the end will not pose any threat to anyone, and over time, it has become an advantage.

Then there was a companion speaking for him at this moment, so he avoided the subsequent continued beating.

But Jaharal Choudhuri has several such substitutes, and he abandoned one for $10 million, and the deal will not lose anyway.

"Take a helicopter? You're sure!"

Zhou Hua threw down the pitiful substitute who started vomiting blood, walked over with great momentum, picked up the guy who was awkward in the English martyr. The guy's yellow face instantly evolved into pure bloody Aryan white. I don't know which caste he belonged to, but he actually had this ability.

The fist began to tighten again, and a half of the false words popped out from the gap between his teeth, and the old fist served him.

"Confirm sure!"

The guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Damn it! Jaharal Choudhury, I will not let you go!"

Zhou Hua, who was full of annoyance, was still furious.

"Hey, hey, be careful, prepare to count all the personnel, property, and Indian affairs, you don't need to worry about it."

Shi Boxue, the leader of the action group, poked the head of Sanjiang Pavilion.

At present, Sanjiang Pavilion has no advantage in fighting again. If you don’t surrender at this time, then when will you wait?

This poke is like poking a ball.

Zhou Hua, who was relieved on the spot, bent his waist and his back was hunched over. He seemed to have become more than teenagers all at once, as if he was a hero at the end of his life.

The 507 Institute naturally needs to accept the family background of Sanjiang Pavilion, whether it is people or finance, and even the grudges with the "saint" Jaharal Choudhury will be taken back. The Chinese people are not that easy to take advantage of. Don't look at the joy of today, they will have to put a list sooner or later.

"That person, Yang Sanjin, no, Yang Xin, right? Spit out all the money quickly!"

Shi Boxue dispelled his energy and was exhausted. Zhou Hua, who had no fighting spirit anymore, placed his sight on the former head of the financial officer of Sanjiang Pavilion who was still breathing heavily.

Because he sold his skills and abscond money, Lao Zhou immediately removed him, so he had to add the word "original" to his identity, which was similar to Lao Zhou's original Jiuzhou Xuanxue Society Elder Yong. Once he ran away, his original identity would be gone.
Chapter completed!