Xiawan District, a high-end private club.

This place is a secret stronghold of the Far Eastern Intelligence Service of the White Eagle Federation. It is usually hidden very deeply and no one except a few backbone members know about it.

"It actually failed."

Guanhe looked at the three men in front of him, his tone was calm, and he was happy and angry: "Why did you fail? Is Pang Jun that strong?"

Shen Yuxuan lowered his head deeply and did not dare to look at the crescent-red eyes of Guanhe.

"We can't blame this."

Song Xuan, with a pale face, sneered and said blankly: "If you want to blame, blame your nephew Cheng Ailun. If there were no undercover among the people he sent to help, how could we fail?"

After saying that, Song Xuan lifted his clothes, revealing the terrifying fist marks on his chest, his cheek muscles twitched, and his eyes showed a ferocious and cold murderous intent: "Did you see it? This is the masterpiece of the undercover."

When Guanhe heard this, his eyes turned slightly and he glanced at Cheng Ailun indifferently: "What do you have to say?"

A fine bead of sweat oozed out of Cheng Ailun's forehead, and the heavy pressure almost made him breathless.

"Who is the undercover?" he asked gritted his teeth.

Song Xuan didn't know Xu Hailong's name, so he turned his head to look at Shen Yuxuan, who tried to minimize his sense of existence.

"The undercover is Xu Hailong."

Shen Yuxuan couldn't continue to pretend to be confused, so he had to hold his fists and bow to everyone present, with guilt and regret on his face: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for not knowing people, so I let him get into the middle of us. Please rest assured, I'll swear here to kill him and give you an explanation!"

Cheng Ailun's eyes changed and hesitated to blame him: "I have long felt that his behavior is suspicious. Out of trust in Director Shen, he did not investigate him. How could he have thought..."

"Enough."

Before Cheng Ailun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Accuser: "I don't want to hear you make excuses. Failure is failure. Instead of shirking responsibility, it's better to think about how to make up for it."

As soon as this sentence came out, the room suddenly fell into silence.

Cheng Ailun looked around and said with a thorny blowjob: "That bastard named Xu will definitely reveal the news about the two masters to the Wumeng. In order to prevent any mistakes, our original plan must be changed."

“How to change?”

Guanhe leaned back, leaning against the sofa, and his slender eyes narrowed slightly.

This simple action immediately doubled Cheng Ailun's pressure.

"My original plan was to kill Pang Jun first, and then take advantage of the panic of the Martial Alliance to attack Huanglong, and use the power of the two masters to defeat all the senior leaders of the Martial Alliance, including Lin Chong."

Cheng Ailun's brain was running wildly, and he said carefully: "But now, the two masters cannot continue to hide behind the scenes. Facing the martial arts alliance, which is waiting for the battle, the beheading plan is difficult to succeed."

"so what?"

Seeing that Cheng Ailun was always in circles and refused to answer his questions directly, Guanhe finally felt a little bored: "Don't waste my time, say if you have a way, and leave if you can't."

Cheng Ailun took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice: "So I am ready to take the strategy of fighting east and west, dispersing the power of the Martial Alliance, and creating a chance to win for the two masters, Mr. Kong and Mr. Song."

"Don't count us."

Song Xuan crossed his legs and sat lazily on the single sofa, saying, "The mission of our brothers has been completed. No matter what happens next, it has nothing to do with us."

Seeing Song Xuan give up at the critical moment, Cheng Ailun couldn't help but change his face: "Mr. Song, your mission is to kill Pang Jun, but Pang Jun is not dead..."

"He was already dead, it was all your fault that you pig teammates were dragging him down. Not only did he make him turn the tables, but he almost caused me to die young."

Song Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he showed unconcealed hatred, and said sarcastically: "I'm not afraid of opponents like gods, but afraid of teammates like pigs. If I continue to cooperate, I'm afraid of being dragged down to death by you."

Cheng Ailun's face was so hot that he seemed to have been slapped.

Pig teammate?

This is the first time someone calls him that, but he can't refute it.

Cheng Ailun told himself to calm down in his heart, and swallowed his anger: "Mr. Song, the reason why I sent someone over was entirely out of good intentions. The subsequent changes were not something I liked."

"That's why I said you are a pig, you do bad things with kind intentions. You want to prove your ability, it doesn't matter, just don't drag others into the water."

Song Xuan spoke sharply and showed no mercy: "What did you say when you asked us brothers to take action? What was the result of bragging so loudly? Let me tell you the truth, if you want us brothers to work hard, that little money is not enough."

Cheng Ailun's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He is at the peak of the spiritual power of the magic power, a martial arts master with half-step Dan Jin. He usually holds great power, and is surrounded by others. He can determine life and death with one word. He has his own pride and dignity. When has he been scolded as a grandson like now?

Guanhe frowned, and as he glanced at Alan and Song Xuan's faces, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

It's been when, and there's still internal strife.

"Three, say a few words."

Kong Li's family came forward in time to smooth things over and said to Cheng Ailun: "Mr. Cheng, don't be angry. My brother was injured and was in a bad mood, so his tone was a bit harsh. Please understand."

"fine."

Cheng Ailun pulled a far-fetched smile on his lips and said dryly: "I can understand."

Kong Li's family stood up from the sofa again, and looked lazy and indifferent to the Crane Control, and closed their eyes and sat cross-legged, like a sculpture of the Dragon Capturing, and said apologetically: "Elder Long, Elder He, we brothers may not be able to continue to cooperate with you. The third brother is in serious injuries and cannot fight with others. We must return to the country for treatment immediately."

Song Xuan covered his mouth and coughed twice as if pretending.

Cheng Ailun was very anxious and wanted to persuade the Kong Li family to change his mind, but he didn't know how to speak.

The crane sits upright and raises a finger: "Billion."

"This is not a matter of money."

The Kong Li family's expression changed slightly, but it quickly returned to normal. They shook their heads and said, "Although we brothers love money as life, money is not important in the end."

The Crane raised another finger: "Twenty billion."

Kong Lijia's pupils shrank, staring at Guanhe's two fingers, his face changing.

"Two billion, even if you buy your brother's two lives, it's enough, right?"

Guanhe said with a playful tone and smiled, "With this money, you can wash your hands in the next half of your life."

Kong Li's expression became more and more embarrassing, and there was a fierce conflict in his heart.

He glanced at Song Xuan, who was pale and weak in breath, and finally made up his mind to refuse Guanhe's offer.
Chapter completed!