Chapter 983 Don’t You Care About Your Face Anymore?
"My master is just as powerful." Zhou Qiang added.
Lin Mumu nodded: "Master Jueming is much more powerful than me. He is the only person in the entire Huaxia Kingdom that my master can admire. So if you study Buddhism and study it thoroughly, you also have this great magical power. No more, I I’m so sleepy, I’ll take a nap first.”
The characteristics of Linmumu are that they have little staying power, and they have to sleep for a day every time they are bled.
Fortunately, Yun Ting knew about her situation, and after sending Zhou Qiang and the others to the school gate, he took Lin Mumu home.
It is early spring, the ice and snow are melting, the earth is recovering, and green plants are beginning to sprout and grow leaves again. This environment is also more conducive to the recovery of forest trees.
Yunting hugged Lin Mumu and sat in the flower shed in the yard, supporting her. From a distance, the two looked like they were cuddling up and looking at flowers.
Ao Haijun originally wanted to find his daughter, but when he saw them coming back, he felt relieved.
Ao Haijun also had a headache. Many of the people caught in the mine were members of their Red Gate organization.
The Red Gate is a well-known underworld organization in the United States, and most of them are Chinese. It can be considered to be somewhat famous around the world.
Although they are considered a gangster organization, they have always abided by some ancient etiquette and morals of the Chinese nation, that is, they deal with the gangsters, but they will not do anything crazy. It is an organization with a relatively bottom line.
Hongmen's business has expanded a lot in recent years. In addition to shady industries such as casinos and arms, it has also begun to invest in some upright industries.
For example, Ao Haijun came to China to run this ancient street. Even if it was a formal business, he planned to be a legal businessman.
Unexpectedly, this ancient street was still being renovated and pre-heated for advertising, and even before it was officially opened, the people of Hongmen were caught by the government.
The most outrageous thing about these guys is that they actually touched Ao Haijun's daughter.
Ao Haijun felt more and more that his group was out of control. If they were caught, it would be better to let them suffer a little.
I heard that when those people were caught, they seemed to have been poisoned. Their bodies were sore and itchy, and they kept rolling on the ground.
It's a pity that some of the people in charge saw something was wrong and ran away in time. That means they were poisoned, but there were no other problems.
At this time, Ao Haijun's phone rang again.
"Hall Master Ao, my little girl is confused. I beg you to save her. She was injured by your daughter's formation. Now her skin is peeling all over her body. No medicine will work.
Please, for the sake of being in the same church, please give my daughter a way to survive. "
"You know now that Lin Mumu is my daughter? Why didn't you tell me when you arrested her?" Ao Haijun was angered by Bede, a Chinese who had been completely westernized and had no Chinese backbone.
"My little girl, people know not to mess with your daughter, and she didn't mess with Ling Qianjin. It's just that a boy in their school wanted to misbehave with her, so she naughtily caught him.
Who knew that boy's girlfriend was Ling Qianjin's friend.
This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. "
"I don't care about the children. It's not like you don't understand the rules of our Red Sect. I asked you to bring some business people over. Look at who you brought. Since you are so disobedient, go back to the United States now. , otherwise don’t blame me for being rude.”
"Hall Master Ao, aren't you pushing people too hard? Do you want to monopolize the industry here by yourself?"
Snapped.
Ao Haijun has hung up the phone.
This bastard Bede is really shameless. Even a discerning person knows what's going on, but he still has the nerve to ask Lin Mumu to save him?