388: C388 Old Liu Died

C388 Old Liu Died

"Bastard."

"With your advanced inner strength, how could your company be robbed?"

"Trash, how could there be trash like you in my Xiang Family …"

Old Man Xiang Family was so angry that his chest felt stuffy, and his vision almost went black.

"Dad, it's not my fault, it's not my fault."

"If the opponent is too strong, he can subdue me."

"I, I can't do anything either."

"If I don't transfer companies, they want to kill me."

Ye Zichen cried out to Di with a miserable expression.

Starch Pharmaceutical Co Ltd was one of the main sources of income for Xiang Family.

Although he didn't get half of the profit, he did get 30%.

Thirty percent of the profit would be enough to support the entire Xiang Family.

With the loss of the Starch Pharmaceutical Co Ltd, the quality of life for the Xiang Family clansmen would definitely be much worse.

That old guy, Xiang Sheng, had entrusted his sons with heavy responsibilities. However, something happened in the Starch Pharmaceutical Co Ltd right now.

The branches of the Xiang Family would naturally be very unhappy.

Not to mention.

Xiang Family was a first-class clan in the Jinhai. To have the company snatched away, how shameful would that be? How could Xiang Family be let go like this?

"Useless trash."

"Get up for laozi."

Xiang Sheng slapped on Di's face, his old face was trembling in anger.

"Let's go and get someone."

"Take the company back."

"Daring to rob our Xiang Family company, you must be tired of living."

"I would like to see who has the guts to do so."

Xiang Sheng's face was filled with anger, he directly threw the water jug away and immediately headed to the family meeting room to gather the people from Xiang Family.

In less than half an hour, all the people of various Xiang Family had arrived.

Glancing at the people from Xiang Family, Xiang Sheng felt that the atmosphere wasn't right.

"What's going on?"

"What are you all lowering your heads for? Why don't you dare look at me? "

"Where's Yanghua?"

"He and Old Wei went to snatch the Bai Family and those two girls, and also took care of Qin Tian. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Xiang Sheng asked about Yanghua coldly.

When Xiang Sheng mentioned Yanghua, the Xiang Family clansmen all trembled.

An hour and a half ago, Yanghua had already been sent to Xiang Family.

However, it was a corpse.

No one dared to tell Xiang Sheng about this.

He was Xiang Sheng's sixth son.

If he told Xiang Sheng that Xiang Gang had been killed, the old man would probably go crazy.

"Ziyu, did your Sixth Uncle go and help you get the woman back?"

"Why aren't you seeing him?"

Xiang Sheng asked Ziyu.

This question caused Ziyu's body to tremble.

"Grandpa, grandpa."

"Sixth Uncle, Sixth Uncle, he …"

Ye Zichen spoke shakily to Ziyu.

"What happened to Xiangyang?" What about your sixth uncle? "

"What are you dawdling for? "Tell laozi."

When Xiang Sheng saw that his Starch Pharmaceutical Co Ltd had been stolen, he was extremely angry. However, when he saw that his Starch Pharmaceutical Co Ltd had been stolen from him, he immediately shouted angrily.

"Six, six, he's been killed."

"Dead …"

"Corpses, corpses, put them in the family hall."

Ye Zichen directly kneeled down in front of Ziyu.

After the Xiang Family clansmen felt Xiang Sheng's instantaneous burst of Grandmaster's Qi, they were all frightened to the point of kneeling down.

"How could this be?"

"How could this be?"

"Sixth Brother, how could Sixth Brother die?"

"That little bastard, was it that little bastard Qin Tian who killed him?"

Xiang Sheng's old face instantly turned purple and he held his breath. Xiang Sheng's body staggered a little, as if he was about to faint.

"Dad, sit down."

Xiang Family elder immediately supported Xiang Sheng.

"Scram, scram."2

"Ol 'Six is dead, what are you doing?"

"A little bastard dared to kill my Xiang Family people."

"Wh-what are you guys doing?"

"Kill that little bastard for me."

Xiang Sheng angrily smashed the armrest of his teacher's chair, directly smashing the tea bowl in his hands.

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