Chapter: 1827
At this moment, in the South Gate Villa.
Nan Batian was lying on the sofa embroidered with gold silk, leaning against his body, squinting his eyes slightly, and the smoke from the big pipe was constantly emitting, making the surrounding smoky, and no one dared to say a word.
His eyes were a little blurred, and he let a few maids beat his legs for him. It took him a long time before someone took the pipe away.
"You said, that person didn't come from the north?"
Nan Batian couldn't help being a little funny.
He also thought that it was a big surnamed family in the north who didn't have long eyes, and wanted to grab the territory of the South Island, but it really didn't know what to do. The master who was broken by him last time and thrown into the sea to feed the fish, isn't it enough? lesson?
"Brother, it's not from the north. I checked and it's from the coast. Mengtianya is their company, and they just acquired it."
Sitting across from Nan Batian was a tall man with sharp eyes and a hint of coldness, "These people have some skills, and they can even make that cowardly Truman follow suit."
Nan Batian squinted his eyes, waved his hands, with a casual expression on his face, as if he didn't care about these trivial matters at all.
He leaned lazily on the sofa and hummed comfortably.
"Don't bother me about killing a few people."
Hearing Nan Batian's words, Fang Mi immediately understood.
"Okay, I'll let the Grizzlies handle it."
A glint of coldness flashed across his thin face, "After so many years, no one has dared to make trouble in South Island!"
After speaking, he immediately got up and left.
Nan Batian was still lying there, enjoying the warmth and nephrite in his arms, and didn't care what Fang Mi said at all.
It's like at his level, he doesn't care about anything, he just wants to enjoy life, and let his subordinates handle other things.
"Try harder."
Nan Batian squinted his eyes, smiled all over his face, enjoying himself very much.
The women immediately increased their strength, and took a cautious look at Nan Batian. Seeing that there was no uncomfortable expression on his face, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Mi came out of the villa at the south gate, and there were already several people waiting at the gate.
"Brother Fang."
Several people shouted repeatedly.
Fang Mi nodded, his face was a little strange, cold and suspicious.
"Brother, it seems a little different from the past,"
Fang Mi said, "I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell."
He always felt that Nan Batian, who was sitting opposite him, felt a little different to him, but he clearly couldn't find the difference.
He has followed Nan Batian for more than ten years. It can be said that he has followed Nan Batian as soon as he arrived in South Island.
Over the past few years, he knows exactly how the South Island developed and how Nan Batian became so prosperous.
It's just that Nan Batian is old now, and Fang Mi is in his prime! JrNovels.com
Nan Batian was lying on the sofa embroidered with gold silk, leaning against his body, squinting his eyes slightly, and the smoke from the big pipe was constantly emitting, making the surrounding smoky, and no one dared to say a word.
His eyes were a little blurred, and he let a few maids beat his legs for him. It took him a long time before someone took the pipe away.
"You said, that person didn't come from the north?"
Nan Batian couldn't help being a little funny.
He also thought that it was a big surnamed family in the north who didn't have long eyes, and wanted to grab the territory of the South Island, but it really didn't know what to do. The master who was broken by him last time and thrown into the sea to feed the fish, isn't it enough? lesson?
"Brother, it's not from the north. I checked and it's from the coast. Mengtianya is their company, and they just acquired it."
Sitting across from Nan Batian was a tall man with sharp eyes and a hint of coldness, "These people have some skills, and they can even make that cowardly Truman follow suit."
Nan Batian squinted his eyes, waved his hands, with a casual expression on his face, as if he didn't care about these trivial matters at all.
He leaned lazily on the sofa and hummed comfortably.
"Don't bother me about killing a few people."
Hearing Nan Batian's words, Fang Mi immediately understood.
"Okay, I'll let the Grizzlies handle it."
A glint of coldness flashed across his thin face, "After so many years, no one has dared to make trouble in South Island!"
After speaking, he immediately got up and left.
Nan Batian was still lying there, enjoying the warmth and nephrite in his arms, and didn't care what Fang Mi said at all.
It's like at his level, he doesn't care about anything, he just wants to enjoy life, and let his subordinates handle other things.
"Try harder."
Nan Batian squinted his eyes, smiled all over his face, enjoying himself very much.
The women immediately increased their strength, and took a cautious look at Nan Batian. Seeing that there was no uncomfortable expression on his face, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Mi came out of the villa at the south gate, and there were already several people waiting at the gate.
"Brother Fang."
Several people shouted repeatedly.
Fang Mi nodded, his face was a little strange, cold and suspicious.
"Brother, it seems a little different from the past,"
Fang Mi said, "I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell."
He always felt that Nan Batian, who was sitting opposite him, felt a little different to him, but he clearly couldn't find the difference.
He has followed Nan Batian for more than ten years. It can be said that he has followed Nan Batian as soon as he arrived in South Island.
Over the past few years, he knows exactly how the South Island developed and how Nan Batian became so prosperous.
It's just that Nan Batian is old now, and Fang Mi is in his prime! JrNovels.com
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