Chapter: 1857
"Um?"
The iron gates on both sides, why are the people who should be on guard and on duty missing?
He was a little annoyed.
"It seems that some guys still have to beat and beat. Nan Batian is dead, but Jiang Ning is not dead yet? How dare you be so lax."
Fang Mi snorted.
He parked the car and walked straight to the South Gate Villa - now, it was his home.
Pushing the door open, Fang Mi didn't see it. Standing on both sides of the door, he greeted his maid, only to see that there were more than a dozen people lying down in the empty hall!
All are his henchmen!
The blood stained the floor red, and there were even broken limbs and arms. The choking smell of blood made Fang Mi almost vomit.
"vomit--"
His face was pale, and his legs went limp in an instant.
The ambition and greed I still had just now, there is no trace of it now!
"No, impossible...impossible!"
Fang Mi yelled, as if he had seen a ghost, and stared at Lu Zheaishan intently serving Erwu? The person sitting on the sandalwood chair screamed like a madman.
"Why didn't you die! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Nan Batian, who was sitting on that sandalwood chair, could not see a trace of murderous intent between his brows, but his hands were already stained red!
On the ground, those dozens of corpses, and even a few people, had their hands and feet ripped off by him!
"What you killed was just my substitute."
Nan Batian said lightly, "Fang Mi, I really didn't expect that you are somewhat ambitious."
Fang Mi felt his legs go limp, and with a plop, he knelt down!
"Brother!"
He kowtowed violently, and there was blood on his forehead, "Brother! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
He always wondered why Nan Batian became more timid as he got older. Over the years, he even lost his vigor like a retired old man.
Even if someone rides on his head, he doesn't have a trace of temper.
He thought Nan Batian was old, but how could he know that it was just Nan Batian's substitute?
Why didn't he find out!
Fang Mi yelled, kneeled up to Nan Batian, kowtowed repeatedly: "Brother, I was wrong, give me a chance..."
"Please give me a chance!"
He cried and cried, tears streaming down his face.
Ten minutes ago, he was still excited, waiting for Jiang Ning and others to die on Qiankun Island, and then he could sit on the underground circle of South Island. JrNovels.com
The iron gates on both sides, why are the people who should be on guard and on duty missing?
He was a little annoyed.
"It seems that some guys still have to beat and beat. Nan Batian is dead, but Jiang Ning is not dead yet? How dare you be so lax."
Fang Mi snorted.
He parked the car and walked straight to the South Gate Villa - now, it was his home.
Pushing the door open, Fang Mi didn't see it. Standing on both sides of the door, he greeted his maid, only to see that there were more than a dozen people lying down in the empty hall!
All are his henchmen!
The blood stained the floor red, and there were even broken limbs and arms. The choking smell of blood made Fang Mi almost vomit.
"vomit--"
His face was pale, and his legs went limp in an instant.
The ambition and greed I still had just now, there is no trace of it now!
"No, impossible...impossible!"
Fang Mi yelled, as if he had seen a ghost, and stared at Lu Zheaishan intently serving Erwu? The person sitting on the sandalwood chair screamed like a madman.
"Why didn't you die! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Nan Batian, who was sitting on that sandalwood chair, could not see a trace of murderous intent between his brows, but his hands were already stained red!
On the ground, those dozens of corpses, and even a few people, had their hands and feet ripped off by him!
"What you killed was just my substitute."
Nan Batian said lightly, "Fang Mi, I really didn't expect that you are somewhat ambitious."
Fang Mi felt his legs go limp, and with a plop, he knelt down!
"Brother!"
He kowtowed violently, and there was blood on his forehead, "Brother! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
He always wondered why Nan Batian became more timid as he got older. Over the years, he even lost his vigor like a retired old man.
Even if someone rides on his head, he doesn't have a trace of temper.
He thought Nan Batian was old, but how could he know that it was just Nan Batian's substitute?
Why didn't he find out!
Fang Mi yelled, kneeled up to Nan Batian, kowtowed repeatedly: "Brother, I was wrong, give me a chance..."
"Please give me a chance!"
He cried and cried, tears streaming down his face.
Ten minutes ago, he was still excited, waiting for Jiang Ning and others to die on Qiankun Island, and then he could sit on the underground circle of South Island. JrNovels.com
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