4849: C4849 A Grasshopper on a Rope

C4849 A Grasshopper on a Rope

At this moment, the haze on his face was swept away and replaced by a brilliant smile.

He had obtained the answer he wanted from Qin Luo.

"Patriarch. . . "

"Hehe, the letter of understanding from Arman is indeed fake. "

Arman said confidently.

No one knew better than Qin Luo.

If Qin Luo said it was fake, then it must be fake.

"Hu ~"

At this moment, even Elena couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The little heart that was hanging in his throat and eyes finally fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the Book of Understanding in Arman's hand was fake. Otherwise, they would have completely forgotten about it.

"Master, let's hurry up and tell Boggman about this news. "

Oman nodded.

Actually, there was no need for Elena to remind him. That was what he thought too.

Without any hesitation, Oman dialed Bergman's number.

"Dudu, dudu, dudu ~"

After three blinks, the call was smoothly answered.

"Oman, how's the situation? Is it true or false?"

Before Oman could say anything, Bergman spoke first on the phone.

As he spoke, Bergman was even more anxious than Oman.

Oman had only lost his position as the head of the family.

And his loss was indeed a total of 10 billion!

It had to be known that this was not a small sum of money.

"Hehe, Bergman, I've already said before that the letter of understanding in Arman's hands is fake. "

"And the truth is indeed so. "

"I have already confirmed it with Qin Luo. "

"The letter of understanding in Arman's hands is fake. Qin Luo did not sign any of them. "

Arman said with a smile.

This. . .

Explosive!

He had actually been blasted by Alman.

Hold on, you can't say that with such absolute certainty.

What evidence did Alman have to prove that it was Qin Luo who said it?

What if Oman was also exploding?

Right!

This matter could not be explained clearly. Only true evidence could prove the authenticity of this matter.

"Oman, where's the evidence I want?"

Bergman said in a deep voice.

"I have recorded my conversation with Qin Luo. I will send it to you now. "

As he spoke, Oman sent the recording directly to Bergman.

Soon, Bergman received the recording.

He clicked on the recording and Qin Luo's voice came from the phone.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Fake, it's all fake!"

"Do I not know if I have signed the letter of understanding before?"

"This must be fake. "

“. . . . . . ”

"Whoosh ~"

At this moment, Boggman's heart, which was hanging in his throat, finally slowly fell to the ground.

But in the next moment, he was covered in shame.

He was the dignified Boggman.

The king of gambling in the world.

He had seen all kinds of people, experienced all kinds of storms and waves.

But today, he had flipped the boat in the sewers.

He was stunned by a young boy like Arman.

When he thought of this, Bergman had the urge to gnash his teeth.

"This damn Alman, he actually dares to bomb me? I must make you pay the price!"

Bergman gritted his teeth. At this moment, his heart was burning with anger. He wished he could tear Arman into pieces and throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

Bergman really wanted to call Arman right now and ask him. But after thinking about it, Bergman forcefully suppressed his impulse.

Now was not the time.0

He and Arman were grasshoppers on the same rope.

He and Arman were one and the same, one and the other.

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