"That's it, listen to me," swallowed the god with his head up, "Something happened to Minister Poppy."

He told the woman on the other end of the phone what had happened, and immediately put the phone aside.

In the next second, a middle-aged woman's roar came from the speaker:

"I don't care who he is, no matter what his status is, I want him to die, I want him to die!!"

There is a god with a wry smile on his face. Minister Poppy's wife is not an ordinary Qinghe tribe, she is the younger sister of the current patriarch of the Qinghe tribe.

Otherwise, how could the powerful position of Deputy Minister of Investigation fall to Minister Poppy? This is the position that manages the family law, and the high and low must be a master.

Therefore, on the territory of the Qinghe branch, if this woman wants someone to die, it is definitely not out of anger, she has the strength and background.

After the roar, the woman said in a rough voice:

"You settle him down. If something happens to him, I'll take care of it with you. Wait at the hotel, and I'll ask Uncle Six to come over and deal with that Taoist ancestor."

The sixth uncle she was talking about was the head of the investigation department, the real master.

"Yes Yes!"

He looked up like a god, even though he was on the phone, he still nodded and bowed.

The woman on the phone hung up.

The car continued on, and it took another ten minutes to arrive at the hotel.

This is one of the few five-star hotels in Nanming City�but it is actually only four-star, and it is a bit far from the Nanming branch. In fact, there are many cheap hotels near the Public Security Department, but Minister Poppy is not willing to let it go.

After surrendering to the Five Elements Alliance, the Qinghe tribe has developed over the years. I think it was a group of mud legs in the mountains to make a living. The spiritual realm walkers in the tribe served as bodyguards for the big bosses, guarded the mines, collected usury loans, transported white flour, etc. What? Do all the dirty work.

In the 1980s and 1990s, the two major scourges in Bagui Province were the Psychic Society and the Qinghe Clan.

Later, the main force of the court overwhelmed the ancestors of the Qinghe tribe, and the entire tribe surrendered to the imperial court. The annual expenditure of hundreds of millions, or more than one billion, was turned over in one fell swoop.

Now that they are used to living a prosperous life, the group of Ergouzi, Zhao Tiezhu and Niu Cuihua began to talk about the layout and pomp, and lived the life of Stephen, Vincent and Musk.

A god opened the car door, and with the help of snail powder, he entered the hotel with Minister Poppy.

While the elevator was going up, snail powder said in a low voice:

"Sanqing Daozu is Songhai's senior deacon. The headquarters will cherish such a big shot. Shall we inform the Songhai branch?"

Compared with the "spirited head" whose backbone has been bent by the Qinghe branch, this young deacon is more inclined to the Five Elements League in his heart.

"It's just a senior deacon. It's as light as a feather compared to the whole Qinghe branch. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. We are here to reconcile. If the reconciliation fails, what does it matter to us? What good does it do us to get involved? Ah, whether it is the Songhai branch or the Qinghe branch, one fart can kill us." Looking up at Poppy, who was dull and stupid, he hummed:

"Desperate for money! Don't look at these Qinghe people who are all stern and serious. Twenty or thirty years ago, they were all mud-legged, nouveau riche. They used to be poor, but now they are obsessed with money.

"Tsk tsk, 100 million, this is worse than killing their whole family."

The snail powder watched the nose, the nose and the heart, and stopped talking.

The two got out of the elevator, returned to the room, and threw the sluggish and stupid Minister Poppy on the bed.

At this moment, the mobile phone with a god on his head rang.

The woman called. JrNovels.com