And his unscrupulous ridicule words just now became a brick that blocked his retreat, and his heart was filled with groans, and his face was really ugly than crying.

Xiao Yang did not comment on this.

Song Dahui was even more panicked. He bent over and leaned forward, squeezed out a smile on his face, and slapped himself.

A snapping sound.

After just a few breaths, Song Dahui's cheeks on both sides had already swollen high.

However, Xiao Yang did not make any statement. He dared not stop his hand and slap him constantly. Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped under his feet.

He didn't dare to show the scorching pain on his face, and there was always a smile on his face.

"Brother Xiao, we both just now have the pretext of Jinhuang City. I just thought that my brother was fart. You also think that my brother was a fart. Let me give it a lot!"

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "You don't even have any taste!"

Song Dahui's eyes were wide open, as if he had no eye sockets. His pupils were filled with endless fear. He kowtowed repeatedly and said in a hurry: "Please let me go this time, I will never dare to do it again!"

Indeed, who could have thought that the useless son-in-law who was once in Jinhuang City could have transformed into the leader of the undead organization. Such a drama that happened too much and was unexpected.

It would be hard for anyone in the world to think of it.

Xiao Yang's playful smile on his face became deeper, "Can you take back what you just said?"

The words said are like water splashed out, and it is difficult to collect the overflowing water. Even the gods of Daluo cannot take back the words said again.

Song Dahui's eyes widened, endless panic flashed in his pupils, and a dilemma appeared on his face. How could he do such a thing?

"I...I can't do it!"

Even if he was covered in three heads and six arms, he could not do anything, let alone his body.

"Haha, since that's the case, then you can wait for your factory to be completely destroyed!"

After Xiao Yang said that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the private room.

Huang An followed closely behind and walked out with him.

Song Dahui still knelt on the ground, his face full of shock. After so long, he still did not ease. His eyes were staring at Xiao Yang's leaving back. The expression on his face seemed to be frozen, full of endless fear.

Huang An followed Xiao Yang tightly and asked timidly: "Did Song Dahui's factory really destroy this way?"

After all, Song Dahui's factory has been working with the Undead Organization for a long time. Over the past period of time, Song Dahui's factory has contributed quite a lot of support to the Undead Organization. If one less funding is supported, it will be a loss to the Undead Organization.

Xiao Yang raised a playful smile on his face and said calmly: "A factory is nothing to us. If we lose it, it will be a disaster. Sooner or later, there will be problems!"

Huang An was as if he was in a fog, his eyes were filled with trouble, and it was hard to guess what Xiao Yang was thinking.

Indeed, with his thoughts, it was difficult to figure out what Xiao Yang thought. Even the crisis encountered by the Undead Organization last night, he could not foresee it. Xiao Yang actually encountered everything before the incident happened.
Chapter completed!