5017: C5017 Father Everyone Around Me Is My Men

C5017 Father Everyone Around Me Is My Men

But then, Alman suddenly laughed.

And his laughter became louder and louder, causing everyone to have an inexplicable feeling.

"Alman, what are you laughing at?"

Arman's expression suddenly changed, his gaze fixed on Arman.

He did not know why.

At this moment, Oman suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

But when he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why.

In the current situation, he already had the advantage.

On the other hand, Arman's side was weak.

How was Arman going to fight him?

There was only one path left for Arman, and that was to retreat!

Could it be that Arman was blowing him up?

Suddenly, this thought flashed through Arman's mind.

Then, the more Arman thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

The current Arman no longer had any trump cards in his hands.

Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to use them in time.

He must be me, right! It must be so.

Thinking of this, Oman suddenly relaxed.

Those who acted tough were not worth mentioning!

The truly terrifying ones were those who hid their killing intent without making any noise.

"I don't laugh at others, I laugh at father for not having any plans, Michele Shaozhi! I'm not laughing at others, I'm laughing at father for not having any plans, Michele Shaozhi!"

Arman laughed loudly.

No plans?

Shaozhi?

As soon as these words came out, Arman instantly became furious.

What did Arman mean by this?

This was a blatant insult to him.

He simply didn't treat him as a person.

"Bang!"

Oman's right hand slapped heavily, and his body suddenly stood up. He berated in a stern voice, "Oman, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean? Hehe..."

"My dear father, do you really think that victory is within your grasp?"

Arman coldly smiled, his gaze indifferently sweeping over Oman as he sneered.

Oman:... ""

Could it be that Arman was not a lecherous person?

Suddenly, this thought flashed through Oman's mind.

But in the next second, Oman shook his head and threw it to the back of his mind.

Looking around, he was surrounded by his people. Oman was like a lone boat in a storm, with the possibility of capsizing at any time. How could he turn the tables? What right did he have to turn the tables?

He simply could not turn the tables!

"Pretending!"

Oman sneered.

Pretending?

Heh...

Arman smiled faintly and raised his hand to stop.

"Pa ~"

Arman snapped his fingers.

Snap?

What did he mean?

Shaking people?

Hehe...

Right now, the entire room was his. Who did Arman want to shake?

"Patriarch, please instruct me!"

Just as Arman was confidently waiting for Arman to make a fool of himself, a burst of hubbub suddenly sounded beside his ear.

Looking back, Oman stood rooted to the spot.

What did he see?

Apart from Weiss, Claude, and a few others, the people behind him all responded to Oman's call.

"You..."

"You..."

Oman's face was dark, and his body trembled violently. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He had never expected that the trump card behind him would suddenly transform into Oman's troops at the most critical moment.2

"This..."

This matter had refreshed his understanding.

Of course, Oman was not the only one who was dumbfounded.

Weiss, Claude, and a few other supporters were all stunned on the spot.

Didn't they say victory was within their grasp?

Didn't we agree that there would be no mishaps?

Why was this script different from what he had imagined!

For a moment, the situation changed drastically. The audience collectively chose to be dumbfounded.

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