"Any three conditions are indispensable, otherwise our Brother Long will let you be the last one tonight!"

I gave birth to so many sons to play with by Brother Long? I am not old yet! Basong was so angry that he rubbed his Mediterranean shape back: I kept saying that I was the last one, who would give you the courage?

...You are ruthless!

After taking a deep breath, Basong finally restrained his anger. After all, he was almost sixty years old and had some cultivation skills. Besides, he only had four sons in total, one died and three were in the hands of the other party.

The other party has killed one of his sons, killing one is also killing, and killing four is also killing. He can't bet on this. Perhaps it was because he was too indulgent when he was young, and he was too powerless ten years ago...

The queen is really not a joke!

After chewing betel nut twice, Basong slowly said with a gloomy face: "Let my sons talk to me."

The other side of the phone was silent for a moment, as if the pheasant could not make the decision and asked for instructions. After a moment, Wang Qiang's strange and slanderous Thai language came from the phone: "Flower pig, coal balls and big heads, come and call him dad!"

Then three trembling voices cried in unison: "Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Bichi! Take advantage of me! Basong bit his teeth with a crunch, but he felt really distressed when he heard his sons crying. These unscrupulous prodigal sons must not be killed. It is not just as simple as the queen. This will make his opponents think that he is old and cannot do it.

He looked very glorious when he was this big leader, and behind his back he wanted to pull the emperor off.

Besides, it was not his personality to let Basong go. Basong slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to make some difficult decisions. After a moment, he slowly opened: "Where did Mary send?"

"Half an hour later, my ancient temple!" The pheasant acted as the spokesperson again. He was willing to go out tonight: "Basong, listen, don't play tricks with our Brother Long, otherwise our Brother Long will let you be the last one tonight!"

"Fuck!" Basong heard the busy sound of the phone hanging up, suddenly stood up and smashed the phone to pieces, kicked the coffee table in front of him hard, trembling all over, panting as if an angry old lion.

"Boss, we..." The bald man sitting on the sand next to him stood up quickly. As soon as he was halfway through his words, Basong shook his head and said, "Phoa" and spitted all the betel nuts in his mouth on his face!

"Mom! I asked you to catch me. I haven't caught me until now, and I have three sons in my three sons!" Basong confirmed that he was the right person. It was this guy nicknamed "Vulture" who was responsible for catching Beilong. He has been caught since 2:00 pm until now. Basong was so angry that he drifted wildly on the verge of mental collapse that he grabbed the big bald collar: "Does the fucking feces in your head?"

The vulture's face was covered with bloody betel nut residue, but she didn't even dare to apply it. She closed her eyes and begged for mercy: "Boss, you really can't blame me. They are all Chinese people who are too cunning. I have tried my best..."

"You have tried your best but you can't catch a Chinese man!" Ba Song shouted with red eyes: "What's the use of keeping you?"

"No, no, I didn't do my best, I didn't do my best..." The vulture was so scary that she trembled all over. Basong's words were really scary. In Chiang Mai, the underground emperor Basong said that he wanted to kill who he wanted to kill.

It is easy for Chinese people to run, but people like him, who are born and raised in Chiang Mai can run away, but monks can’t run away from temples!

"You dare not do your best to do your best to do your business!" Basong's eyes became redder and roared louder: "What's the use of keeping you?"

My fucking... the vulture is almost crying. Boss, I have been with you for twenty years. Can you still have fun together?

Basong really had the heart to kill the vulture. If the vulture hadn't been incompetent, how could he be humiliated by several Chinese people?

Fortunately, he is almost sixty years old, but he still controlled his temper and pushed the vulture away with a fierce force. He wanted to push the vulture into his butt and thrust it down, but he didn't expect the vulture to just shake...

Am I really old? Basong stared at the vulture fiercely, but his heart was so cold that he could at least make the vulture fall into his butt after ten years. The vulture had to have a backflip...

The vulture was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly realized the problem and quietly observed the shape of the Mediterranean Sea of ​​Jasong, the gray temples, the wrinkles carved by the knife, and the brown age spots. Then he realized that the underground emperor Basong, who had ruled Chiang Mai for 30 years, had grown old without realizing it...

Basong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "The little brat likes to go to the Rich Nightclub. He called the big guy at the Rich Nightclub and said that I asked her to find out all the Chinese who entered the Rich Nightclub tonight. If you find out, don't act rashly. Report to me immediately and follow them!"

Basong did not see the mixed-race beauty, but the mixed-race beauty behind him immediately took her cell phone to call next to her.

"From the rich nightclub to the ancient temple in Bentou is Scar Liu's territory," Basong continued to frown and said as if he was talking to himself: "Call Scar Liu and just ask him to monitor all Chinese people passing by his territory, don't act rashly, once suspicious people appear, call the police immediately!"

Another mixed-race beauty started calling immediately. Basong liked to recruit young and beautiful mixed-race beauty as secretary. He could have something to do, but he had nothing to do... It would be pleasing to the eye if he couldn't do it!

"The Japanese ninjas are the best at sneak attacks and assassination." Basong's turbid old eyes flashed with a cold light: "The Japanese Yamada Group has ninjas in Chiang Mai branch. I called Yamada Hideichi and said that I will give him half of the goods this year... 10% of the goods, so he can send out the ninjas to hide in the ancient temple in Bento before standing by!"

Another mixed-race beauty called immediately, and Basong turned his eyes to a burly man. The burly man was wearing a camouflage uniform, neatly buzz cut, exaggerated large sunglasses, and black-skin six-foot boots. He was carefully wiping a black star pistol with an invisible toughness on his body.

"Dajun, prepare a car for me immediately. I want to go and have tea with Chief Inspector Chachai!" Basong ordered the army of burly Han, who was his royal driver, and Chief Inspector Chachai was the highest commander of the Chiang Mai police.
Chapter completed!