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C1400 The Deadline Is near

Why?

Chiang Lee could not understand.

She could vaguely guess. This decision was most likely related to her grandfather being a sentimental person...

Fortunately, Jee Wuming was a sensible person. He knew that Pen Holding Man was only trying to give him face, but he could not take it seriously. He immediately shook his hand at Chiang Lee and explained with a smile.

"Don't misunderstand. The old master doesn't mean that the Dark Department will be under the management of the chamber of commerce again. From now on, both parties can cooperate."

"That's more like it."

Chiang Lee paused and muttered.

Otherwise, she would really fall out with Jee Wuming. After all, what Pen Holding Man said just now really made her doubt what kind of Ecstasy soup Ji drank for her grandfather...

From today onwards, the two of them would work together in the future. This was the result she had expected.

With just one sentence, the misunderstanding was resolved. Jee Wuming had other things to do, so he immediately took his leave. "Then, everyone take care. We will see each other in a few days."

With that, he turned around and left.

Chiang Lee heard these words and nodded her head in greeting. She looked towards her grandfather, Pen Holding Man. Her heart was gloomy. "Grandfather, he just said that we will meet again in a few days?"

"Yes."

Pen Holding Man nodded.

After that, he told his granddaughter, Chiang Lee, and Chiang Wey about what he had promised Jee Wuming. It was nothing more than agreeing to fight against the rise of Blood God Hall with Jee Wuming.

Speaking of which, the Blood God Hall had been making a lot of big moves recently. Not only was the Dragon Chamber Of Commerce in danger of disbanding, even the Dark Department was affected.

That was why Jee Wuming had been running all over the place, asking for help. Unfortunately, the results were very little.

"That's easy for you to say."

Chiang Lee curled her lips and said angrily.

"I don't know why, but the members of the Blood God Hall have become much stronger recently. Initially, the Dark Department and them have been fighting each other for a long time. Although there were some conflicts, it was not much. However, your promise has caused the Dark Department to lose a lot of people."

"Short term!"

Pen Holding Man rolled his eyes. He was too lazy to argue with his granddaughter about whether it was really necessary to suppress the Blood God Hall. Immediately, he rolled his eyes and said.

"However, there is one thing that you are not wrong about. Just by relying on both of us, we might not be able to suppress the Blood God Hall. We will capture the leader first. I heard that the kid has returned recently. Therefore, we still need to get him to help us..."

Obviously, this old man had already set his sights on Mo Nan.

There was nothing he could do about it. The news of old rascal breaking through to the Martial King realm had already spread. He would be sick if he didn't use such a powerful helper.

Chiang Lee rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "You are thinking too much. He is living a good life now, so he wouldn't have the mood to help us."

It was obvious that although she didn't go to Wan City, she had already received some news from her own news network.

She had already heard about the fact that someone hadn't come out of the Su family for a week.

Pen Holding Man had obviously heard some gossip as well. At this time, he smiled and said, "Yo, are you jealous? I told you earlier. You and that kid are destined to be together..."

Speaking of this, the old comrade started to mumble to himself, one sentence after another:

"Do you really think that grandfather agreed to Jee Wuming purely for the sake of his original ideals? "At my level, all ideals are bullsh * t. Grandpa is not at ease. In the future, I will leave you alone. "

"Now, even if Stinky is unreliable, at least the one with the surname Ji is a good choice..."

Hearing Pen Holding Man start to spout nonsense again, Chiang Lee immediately became annoyed. She widened her eyes and said,

"Grandpa!"

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to talk anymore."

Pen Holding Man smiled and waved his hand. He shut his mouth and said, "Stop talking." When the anger on his granddaughter Chiang Lee's face had subsided a little, he smiled and said, "Okay, okay.

"Then, since your face is useless, he must give me face, right?"

Anyway, my time is almost up. Just tell me, I want to see him one last time. He won't reject my small request, will he?"

Elder Chiang's idea was very simple. As long as Mo Nan came to the bar and came to his territory, Not yet, let him.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chiang Lee felt disgusted when she heard Pen Holding Man say "the end is near. However, after thinking for a while, she had to admit that this was probably the only reason that could pull that hooligan out of his gentle home.

"Alright, I'll call him now."

Chiang Lee immediately smiled unconsciously. Finally, she had another reason to harass old rascal. Obviously, she was very happy.

She was just happy to run to the side and contact Mo Nan. She didn't notice the reluctance in Pen Holding Man's eyes after Pen Holding Man said "the end is near.

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Wan City, Su family.

It was still daytime.

In a bedroom on the second floor, old rascal closed the curtain happily and faced Bingqing honestly on the bed.

He would not take care of others, so to him, the only way to take care of Bingqing was to let his wife sleep comfortably after she was tired.

Of course, during this period of time, he also enjoyed it very much.

The only trouble was that Bingqing's stomach had already become everyone's protection. When they heard that he was going to do that thing with Bingqing, the other girls did not even care about molestation. They almost rushed into the door and looked around by the bed.

At this time, there were sounds of pushing and shoving outside the door. Su Bingqing was not shy, even old rascal felt a headache.

Are you going to let me sleep?!

Finally, he could not bear it any longer. Mo Nan jumped off the bed and rushed out the door to shout a few words. When the girls saw that he was really angry, they stuck out their tongues and quickly left.

The surroundings finally calmed down.

He closed the door again and turned around. Mo Nan rubbed his hands and walked towards Bingqing with a smile. He said softly,

"Wife, I'm here..."

"You're going to die!"

Su Bingqing could not stand this cheap look and scolded with a red face. She got into the blanket shyly.

Really, if this continued, she would not have the face to see anyone.

However, the audience outside the door finally dispersed. The two people in the house were finally fully prepared. A disharmonious ringtone suddenly rang.1

"Who is it!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed. Mo Nan's face darkened. He walked to the table and hung up the phone without looking.

However, soon after, the other party called again as if he did not know how to write the word 'give up'.

Mo Nan was speechless.

He immediately looked at the name displayed on the screen and guessed that it was definitely not a good thing for the woman on the other side to contact him. Immediately, he looked at the bed in a dejected manner.

At this time, Su Bingqing who was hiding under the covers went through some trouble herself. Suddenly, she lifted the blanket and found that she had already put on her clothes. After getting out of the bed, she walked out of the bedroom in a dignified manner.

"Since there is something, let's go and do something first."

Director Su's eyes were so good that even from a few meters away, she could clearly see the two words on the phone screen.

Chiang Lee.

Under such circumstances, if she was suddenly disturbed by another woman, not to mention Su Bingqing, even if it was Wushuang, she would most likely be sulking for a few days.

Seeing his wife's expression change so quickly, he left the bedroom. Mo Nan, who had already been provoked, almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He cursed in his heart.

Damn it.

Chiang Lee, I am not done with you this time!

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