Chapter 3380

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when Ye Hao called Han Chen over to be the bad guy.

the Kim family.

Jin Yubo is holding a cup of tea and drinking it indifferently.

he has several materials in his hand, including about Ye Hao, long Tianao and Tianzhu people.

after making a plan to deal with Ye Hao, he specially asked people to find some information.

I was shocked when I didn't check and didn't know.

even Uncle Jin Yu did not expect that Ye Hao had just come to Wucheng and hit Tianzhu and long Tianao in the face one after another.

it seems only natural that the Kim family lost face with him this time.

after all, this outsider surnamed Ye is hard for people to see through.

while Uncle Jin Yubo was pondering the Jin family's plan, Jin Junjie walked in quickly with a slender cigar in his mouth, with a happy expression on his face. Remember the URL

"got it!"

"Dad, I got it!"

Jin Junjie's face is excited at the moment.

"just now came the news from the hospital that Fan A San is dead, killed by that son of a bitch Ye Hao!"

"the Tianzhu people present are all witnesses!"

hearing this, Uncle Jin Yubo's action was slightly stiff, then his eyes lit up and said in a quiet voice, "are you sure the man is dead"

"Dead, you can't die any more!"

Jin Junjie looks confident.

"Wucheng is our territory, and we can't even be sure of a person's life or death."

"what's more, people from the police station also went to the scene to explore. Van A San died so cleanly that he couldn't die any more!"

"it is said that people in the police station are going to talk to a man surnamed Ye."

while speaking, Jin Junjie also pulled up a picture of the dead body of Fan A-San and handed it to Jin Yubo.

Uncle Jin Yubo picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, then heaved a sigh, crushed the information on the table, and said faintly, "now that things have come to this point, there is no turning back!"

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"what we need to do next is to make the play sing a little more lively."

as he spoke, Jin Yubo said with interest, "by the way, is there any reaction from the Tianzhu people"

"the crowd is full of emotion!"

"the whole Tianzhu Chamber of Commerce is going crazy!"

Jin Junjie has a successful expression on his face: "those Tianzhu people are all shouting, fighting and killing. They all say that they are just Daxia people, but dare to assassinate the noble Tianzhu second caste!"

"if it hadn't been suppressed by people in the police station, those people would have rushed to the stronghold of the axe gang!"

"also, it is said that Tianzhu Xianfeng Temple has also received the news that the Vatican Wheel has left the Golden Palace!"

"it is said that he will come to Wucheng in person tomorrow morning, and he will certainly get to the bottom of the matter and have an explanation!"

"I was worried that a Van Abramovich might not be able to deal with Ye Hao."

"but now even the Van Golden Wheel has been alarmed."

"if Ye doesn't die this time, I'm afraid he'll have to peel off!"

obviously, Jin Junjie is not eating dry food this day.

he also inquired carefully and determined that Ye Hao was a tricky person.

but now that Van Jinlun, one of the three demon monks of Tianzhu, has personally acted, Ye Hao must have died unsightly.

A look of relief appeared on Jin Yubo's face when he heard that the Vatican Wheel had come out of the mountain.

"Yes, if that's the case, use your connections to give the Vatican monk some convenience!"

"when necessary, ask them to send more troops from Tianzhu."

"after all, only when there are too many people these days!"

"also, some of Ye Hao's news should be suppressed, lest the Tianzhu people be afraid!"soon as she arrived outside the country.as for Su Yangjin, he certainly won't help Ye Hao explain anything at the moment.Princess Shi squinted at the moment, pinching the purple sand teacup, looking u...