Fang Yuanshan brought so many people to Xiangjiang, but the Xiangjiang government didn’t know? The Chinese government didn’t know? The UK didn’t know? Everyone knew, but all parties had some concerns, so they didn’t interfere.

His value may not be anything in the eyes of those large international consortiums, at least not to the point of shaking them. But his strength is really terrifying. It is unimaginable to take down the internal security defenses of the entire South America by his own efforts.

Although there has been no major disputes in the South American continental shelf in recent years, the national conditions of each country are different, and various forces are intertwined. It is not something that can be compromised by any person or any force. This requires great strength as a backing.

But the problem now lies here. In the secret files of every country, "Fang Yuanshan" will be recorded with great significance. Unfortunately, no one knows why he can make South American countries "reject"?

He has more money? Don’t be funny. Not to mention those big consortiums, the royal wealthy people in the Middle East are no less money than him. Is he more subordinates? That’s even more a joke. A large part of his subordinates are retired soldiers from various countries, and he recruited them.

However, no matter how outsiders guess, all internal and external security and defense in South America are in the hands of the "Nan'an Ministry". This behemoth has now rapidly expanded. Apart from large-scale war weapons such as aircraft carriers, they are not short of conventional weapons, and it is believed that they have even mastered strategic weapons.

The leader of such a monster organization will not be able to turn against him until outsiders are 100% sure of killing him. As for the Chinese government, that is even more impossible.

Ten "representatives", including the chairman of the Ruan Shi Trading Group, Ruan Zhen. Tian, ​​were all brought to Fang Yuanshan when the sky was completely bright.

The people who fell to the ground had shock, panic and disbelief on their faces. Looking at the vast courtyards, people standing inside and outside, they could not believe their eyes. In Xiangjiang, a legal society, in today's world-wide development, who else dared to break into a house and openly rob people? I don't know how the word "death" is written! ~

Fang Yuanshan sat directly in front of them, and the momentum surrounding them was a perfect person. At this time, he leaned forward, folded his hands together, looked at the person in front and asked, "Who is Ruan Zhen? Oh my God?"

"My name is Ruan Zhen. Tian~"

A man in his early fifties, with a white face and no beard responded, and then he wanted to stand up. However, the warrior behind him still pressed his shoulders tightly, causing him to kneel on the ground in a humiliating position.

He raised his head and signaled, Ruan Zhen. The warrior behind Tian pinched his neck and half lifted him up, and dragged him to Fang Yuanshan. He kicked him hard in the bend of the knee, causing the extraordinary old man to kneel on the ground again.

"Bang~"

Ruan Zhentian, who was on the ground with both knees, had a well-maintained face full of pain. Unfortunately, before he could recover, the warrior behind him had already grabbed his hair and made him tilt his neck.

"You are Ruan Zhen. Tian?"

The chairman of Ruan Trading, it was thought that his subordinates were grabbed from the bed. They didn't even change their clothes and were wearing silk pajamas. At this time, they panted and said, "You... who are you? What do you want to do?"

"It seems that our Chairman Ruan hasn't understood the current situation yet. Come and let him be sober~"

He had just finished speaking, "Ashui" carrying a bucket of ice water came over in the crowd. When the people next to him retreated, they poured towards Ruan Zhentian.

“Wow~”

"Ah...oh...ah..."

The temperature in the early morning was not too high, and Ruan Zhen. Tian was in a nervous mood now and his body was even more swaying. When he was stimulated by the ice water, his face suddenly turned blue.

"It's in Xiangjiang. If it's in South America, I'll shoot you now. Now I'll answer my questions honestly. If I want to be a hero, I'll give you a chance."

Seeing him lower his head and a warrior wearing a black vest came forward to grab his wet hair, causing him to tilt his neck again.

"What's the name?"

This Ruan Zhen Tian is the spiritual leader of the Vietnamese in Xiangjiang. He was just shocked just now, so he felt a little panicked. After Bingshui poured, he immediately understood the current situation. Based on the idea that a hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, he said: "My name is Ruan Zhen. Tian."

"Then do you know who I am?"

"No...I don't know~"

“Haha~”

Fang Yuanshan's face showed a smile, and he moved for a moment. Then he said gloomyly: "You are in Xiangjiang and you don't care about you, but you are so brave that you actually have my ideas..."

"I really have nothing..."

"Ba~"

He slapped Ruan Zhen and Tian Sheng back with a slap and said with a cold face: "Who allowed you to interrupt when I was talking?"

He stared at him and said after a while: "You dare to kill my people, you are very brave! Who supports you? Your British master? Or is it the outdated Oppenheimer? Or are you taking your own initiative?"

Ruan Zhentian, who had bloody on his lips, said hurriedly without waiting for him to speak: "Mr. Fang, that matter really doesn't matter..."

"Ba,ba,ba..."

After thrusting dozens of times in a row, Ruan Zhentian's teeth were pulled out, and the blood splashed out five or six meters away. A dark red color was printed on the bluestone slab, emitting a strange light in the morning sunlight.

"If he is stubborn, I will shoot you in one shot~"

The muscles on Fang Yuanshan's face pounded for a while, and after a while, he suppressed the irritability in his heart. He stared at him coldly for a while again, and his lips curled up slightly, "I'm running from him to Vietnam. I don't want to work hard. I'm stirring up wind and rain in Xiangjiang all day long. Do you think no one can deal with you? Or do you think your identity is different now and no one dares to touch you?"

"Tell me, where did I get my gold?"

Without waiting for his answer, he replied, "Don't refuse to admit it. I have some ways to prove that you did it, but I don't have time to work with you. If you admit it quickly, I will give you a way out. If you don't admit it, I will uproot your entire Ruan Trading and send everyone to South America to mine until they die."

“…”

"Puff~"

Just as he was silent, a black shadow fell above his head, and it penetrated straight into his skull. The helmsman of the Ruan Business, the spiritual leader of the Vietnamese, Ruan Zhentian, didn't even have time to explain his last words, and just fell down straight.

The blood slowly overflowed from the blade, and soon stained his body. The group of people kneeling behind him were so scared that their faces were pale and their bodies trembled. Some of the fearful death kowtowed on the ground and cried and begged: "Mr. Fang, this matter really has nothing to do with us, we don't know anything..."

"If you don't know, then you don't know? I tell you, if you don't hand over the person today, you will all die for me."

Listening to his sharp words and looking at the dead bodies in front of him, the morning sunlight did not bring them any warmth, and their whole body was as cold as if they were falling into an ice cave.

At this moment, Jason walked over from the gate and came to him and said, "Boss, the people from the Xiangjiang Serious Crime Investigation Section are here, and there are also relevant government officials outside. Do you need to let them in?"

When a group of people on the ground heard the police coming, they all started to move. They twisted their necks and looked at the gate unconsciously.

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

The two men whose bodies had turned around fell straight and straight down again, so shocked that seven or eight other people moved their knees repeatedly, trying to escape from this devilish land as soon as possible.

"I tell you, no one can save you when they come. If you don't hand over the mastermind and gold today, you will die."

After saying that, he said to Jason: "Let them wait outside~"

The cold words, the ruthless means, and the frozen bloody smell in the air, these people completely collapsed, and one of them shouted: "This matter is really not our business. It must be his son's collusion with outsiders. We...we really don't know anything."

"who is he?"

"Yes... it's Ruan Zhentian's son Ruan Shaohui."

When Fang Yuanshan heard this, he was shocked. It had been two days and two nights, and he had not even had a minute of rest and was extremely nervous. He was really unwilling to find out the master behind the scenes.

Although Peng Yongzong said that he had something to do with Ruan's trade, he had no evidence, he was just speculation. Now someone finally confirmed this. His depressed emotions over the past few days always found a catharsis. He stood up with a "huh" and said in a deep voice: "Find that Ruan Shaohui for me~"

“Yes, boss~”

When we walked out of this ancestral hall, there were already many people around the door, many of which were famous figures in Xiangjiang. He seemed to have seen one of the gray-haired men somewhere.

He was about to leave, and turned around and came to the thin-faced man and asked, "I seem to have seen you somewhere. What's your name?"

The man surrounded two or three black-clothed assistants. After seeing Fang Yuanshan coming, he subconsciously blocked the front. As a result, his waist and eyes were all hardened and were pushed against the object, and he was taken aside with a look of fear on his face.

"My name is Xu Ke~"

"Wow, it turns out that he is still a famous director. By the way, I have watched a lot of TV you shot, it's pretty good!"

Xu Ke wore a black long-sleeved shirt, with a branch pen on his left chest, and a gray hair, which gave people a very calm temperament. He had no flesh on his face and a little prominent cheekbones, otherwise he could be called an old beauty.

The serious director stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for the praise~"

I glanced at the back of his hand with blue veins, and thought about it before holding it with him.

After he let go, he was about to leave. He remembered something and asked before leaving, "Why are you here?"

“This is the Vietnamese ancestral temple~”

"and you……"

“I was born in Vietnam.”
Chapter completed!