The Maharaja grinned gloomy.

"Bad relatives, Wang Liangliang and the others are going to catch the mad dog. Wu Bei is a man with great magical powers and can be found in any channel."

Qi Jinlong quickly figured out the matter.

"Damn, I'm still thinking that I can use this to make Wu Bei feel embarrassed."

The Lord was suddenly a little disappointed.

"It's OK. We can find a way to make things worse. Mad dog is a waste anyway. It's appropriate to use him as a fuse. Let me consider it."

Qi Jinlong's eyes flipped a few times and murmured with his lips.

At the same time, in an office of Aoxue Group, the "waste" mad dog in Qi Jinlong's mouth was lazily leaning on the sofa, throwing a few empty wine bottles in front of him, and two pulsating bottles with straws in it. The whole room was filled with a smell of burning plastic.

"Do you want to be crazy when you step on the horse? I have told you how many times, don't cause trouble during this period! You should be right!"

Eryang's furious fingers were roaring loudly.

"It's safe. The police can't catch me. Keep your heart in your stomach and guarantee that you won't cause any trouble."

The mad dog licked the cracked lips, with a weird and obscene expression.

"Don't suck your broken things in my room, get out!"

Eryang stood up and kicked the pulsating bottle on the table with one foot. The blue veins on his forehead shook because of excitement.

"Pick it up for me!"

The mad dog became very angry and sat up with a sensation.

"You trash!"

"Chao Nima, what did you say!"
Chapter completed!