3555: C3555 Complete Suppression(part Iii)

C3555 Complete Suppression(part Iii)

Threats, are undisguised threats! The Greyhound was so angry that it exploded. Why was Lin Hao just an A Fang? One! A mere Zhu Fang father, how dare he be so cool and arrogant? However, when he thought about it carefully, a mere sponsor, a mere sponsor's father... It seemed like he already had the qualifications.0

The Greyhound immediately changed its face, sticking out its tongue and fawning over him.

"Hehehehehe, Father Ju Fang, there's still 20 million more to go for the Demonic Beast's materials. I have already refined it for you on my side, take a look... Hahaha, that's right. That, uh, when are you going to compensate me with 20 million Primeval Stones? Ahahaha... "

At this moment, the Greyhound was like a grandson who was begging for money, it was as useless as a coward.

When Lin Hao heard this, he raised his head. Something was not right. He was so arrogant that he berated. "Ah? What are you talking about? 20 million Primeval Stones is still missing? What the f * ck are you talking about? Didn't this old man deliberately give instructions the last time? Using the materials used to make the sputum bowl to make a special Protective Equipment, not even a hair more is enough. Why did you return the debt to this old man? Speak! You dog, are you trying to blackmail me!? "

Greyhound laughed awkwardly like a chrysanthemum," Ahahaha, Mr Jingfang, what are you saying? We are your most precious customers... Pooh pooh pooh, you are our most precious customer. How dare we blackmail you? The number of special Protective Equipments you ordered was too much, even if 200 million Primeval Stones was a special Protective Equipment like a bowl, it wouldn't be able to be made. So... So..."

Lin Hao was really like a bully. He spat a mouthful of salt soda on the Greyhound's face without any hesitation. It was a kind of unruly citizen's Aura.

" So, you little beast acted on your own and made me owe 20 million Primeval Stones? And you want me to pay for your stupidity? You have the dream of being your uncle's aunt! "

The Greyhound had really become a chicken in soup, but it still forced a smile on its face. "But, but you are right. We have to leave a backdoor, that's why the budget went out. This, this, this... You really can't blame me. It's not easy to open a small shop. Father Zhi Fang, you just... Hahaha... "

Lin Hao grinned hideously as he looked at the Greyhound. The man and dog looked at each other, and their eyes became more and more savage. The dog's eyes became more and more flustered, and even beads of sweat were left on the Greyhound's face. It was a complete panic.

He almost forgot that this young man in front of him was Zhao Hao's direct disciple. Who was Zhao Hao? Day after day, day after day, and the air. Wasn't his direct disciple Zhao Gou? Zhao Gou?

Oh my god!!

He would lose his integrity at night!

[Isn't this too miserable?] As the strongest existence in the world, White Cloud Greyhound, as strong as this old man was, was he really going to be defeated by Zhao Gou... No, I don't want it!

As his thoughts ran wild, the Greyhound was drenched in sweat. When he thought about how White-clothed Youth, who had a ferocious expression, might have an unspoken rule regarding this matter, and might even make an even more excessive request, wouldn't that be even crueler?

The grin on Lin Hao's face became even more twisted. He suddenly said, "Happy, tell me, if I don't give you the 200 million, what will you do?"

The Greyhound woke up from his dream and replied subconsciously, "Even if that batch of special Protective Equipment is completely refined and turned into the most primitive material, I will still lose more than 100 million!"

After saying that, the Greyhound immediately realized that a disaster was coming out of his mouth and quickly covered his mouth. However, it was already too late. The arrogant expression on Lin Hao's face had become completely abnormal. He was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws like a devil.

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