"Come on." Mr. Lin said lightly. He raised his head and looked at Liu Xin, with a little crazy, a little threat, and more of a look that was incomprehensible.

Butler Chen went to the side to answer the phone. Mr. Lin looked at Liu Xin and asked, "There is a kid named Lin Dongxu, who is your brother."

Liu Xin looked at him and said coldly: "Yes."

"It's very good at fighting, right?" Mr. Lin asked intriguingly.

Liu Xin did not answer, but took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it with a lighter, took a sip, and then spit out a cigarette ring. The two men in black above were aiming at him at all times, so that he could never find the dead corner to hide.

Butler Zhu never moved from beginning to end, and he often saw such scenes. He knew that some things should be interfered with, and some things could not be involved at all. Although Wu Mingke admired the boy in front of him, even Mr. Lin wanted was unable to stop Wu Mingke.

"Let him come to my subordinates." Mr. Lin suddenly said, "I know he is good at it, and he has taken over a bunch of younger brothers who come out of it, and he is also known as Dong Ge."

As he said, he watched the change of Liu Xin's expression on her face. After taking a sip of red wine, he continued: "It's hard to get along with Haicheng again by himself. But with me, I can at least make him rise soon. Are you seeing the two people above? I'm not afraid to tell you that they were also the Sanda champion of the armed police force back then, and now they are not making a living under my hands."

Liu Xin was smoking a cigarette silently, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to get rid of the current predicament.

At this time, Butler Chen also answered the phone, his face looked a little ugly. He walked over and bent down, and whispered something in Mr. Lin's ear.

Mr. Lin's face also changed slightly. He threw the cigar in his hand on the table and gave a wink at Butler Chen. At this moment, Liu Xin suddenly rushed over. He took advantage of Mr. Lin's cigar throwing, and his body suddenly rushed forward. He had already picked up the red wine bottle with his right hand and placed it on top of Mr. Lin's head.

There was a sudden change, and the two men in black on the upper floor reacted very quickly. But they did not dare to shoot, because Liu Xin was very close to Mr. Lin, and he hid most of his body behind Mr. Lin in extreme times. The two of them were afraid that the gun would hurt Mr. Lin. One of them aimed at Liu Xin with a gun, and the other turned over and jumped from the second floor, and moved closer to this side.

Butler Chen was so scared that he took a few steps back and his face turned pale. If he hadn't spoken to Mr. Lin, Liu Xin wouldn't have seized this opportunity.

"Let him not come over." Liu Xin smiled evilly. He stuck Mr. Lin's neck with one hand, and groped on him with the other hand, searching for a pistol. He waved the pistol and then placed it on Mr. Lin's temple.

Butler Zhu also stood up, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. However, he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Liu Xin, no. He is..." He seemed to say something, but Mr. Lin rudely interrupted him and said arrogantly: "You have the ability to shoot."

Liu Xin smiled faintly and exerted a little force on his hand, which made him feel a little breathless. At this time, the man in black who jumped down from the building did not dare to act rashly, for fear that the pistol in Liu Xin's hand would go fire. The consequences would not be possible for him.

Mr. Lin's neck was stuck, his face turned red with a choking, his mouth was wide open, and he was breathing in the air. Butler Chen, who was on the side, wanted to come forward, but he was timid and did not dare. He just said on the side: "Xiao Liu, you have something to discuss, don't be so impulsive."

"Grandma's bear, are you discussing attitude?" Liu Xin smiled and picked up Mr. Lin from her neck and blocked him. The corner of her mouth was slightly raised, and a chilling evil smile was hung. He whispered to Mr. Lin: "Let them put down the gun in their hands, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

My neck was stuck and I could only inhale a little air. My face turned red and I said with a grunt: "Put it down, put down the gun."

He felt the murderous aura coming from Liu Xin, which was a horrifying murderous aura, which was accumulated from the pile of dead people.

The two men in black had to put down the gun in their hands obediently. Seeing that things had developed into this way, Butler Zhu smiled bitterly a few times, but was helpless.

Liu Xin threw Mr. Lin on the sofa, poured a glass of red wine, took a sip, and then said in a deep voice: "Boy, don't think that having a good father is crazy. I warn you not to hit Anna and Lin Dongxu's attention, otherwise you won't even know how you die."

Mr. Lin was still a little thin. He was lying on the sofa and panting, and his face was so ugly that he looked so ugly. He struggled to get up, picked up his wine glass from the table and drank a large sip of red wine before pressing him on.

After whining for a long time, he lay down on the sofa, looked at Liu Xin, and said with a disgusting face: "I still want to make friends with you. It seems that we can only be enemies."

"Hahaha, you Mr. Lin will make friends too." Liu Xin poured out the bullet in the pistol and still placed the gun on the table. He was not afraid that the two people behind him would pick up the gun again. At that time, he had already subdued Mr. Lin again.

"Butler Chen, let him come in." Master Lin looked at Liu Xin deeply, turned his head to roar at Butler Chen angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes." Butler Chen nodded repeatedly, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, and hung up the phone after a few simple words, thinking that he would let people outside come in.

Liu Xin clapped her hands and stood up, threw the bullets in her hand in front of Mr. Lin, and said with a smile: "Next time, these bullets will be shot into your body." After that, he glanced at Butler Zhu and said with a smile: "Butler Zhu, let's go."

"Wait, Wu Mingke is here to pick you up." Mr. Lin suddenly spoke, with a hint of resentment, anger, and more complicated expressions in his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about how to subdue Liu Xin.

Sure enough, just a few seconds after Mr. Lin's words fell, he saw Wu Mingke walking in with his driver. Seeing that the atmosphere inside was a little nervous, he laughed a few times and said, "Doudou, Uncle is here to see you. Are you..."

After saying that, he looked up and down at Liu Xin, and then turned his eyes to Mr. Lin. The young man in front of him, who was only in his twenties and a little thin body, was the only son who was behind him. Although he was called uncle and nephew, he knew very well: this was just a means by Secretary Lin to win him over, so that his biological son would call him uncle, making him look closer.

Although he is called uncle and nephew, he can't really think that Mr. Lin treats him as his uncle. It's because of his father's face. He still has to please him, after all, he is Secretary Lin's precious son.

"Uncle, you're here just right. Take this person away. I never want to see him again." Mr. Lin was so angry that he had no place to send him. Wu Mingke happened to come in, so he said to Wu Mingke.

Wu Mingke was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Butler Zhu secretly winked at him, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, I'll take it away immediately. It's all young people who don't understand the rules, which makes you angry."

When Wu Mingke came in, Lin Doudou had no intention of asking him to do it, but just exchanged a few greetings and asked him to leave.

Seeing Liu Xin walk out of the hall with Wu Mingke, Mr. Lin's face suddenly became cold. He picked up the bottle of red wine from the table, threw it hard on the table, and said angrily: "I want his right hand."

"Young master, I'll go and chop you up." The gunman who jumped down from the upstairs walked up and said coldly.

Mr. Lin glanced at him, as if he was thinking about something again. He squinted his eyes and said for a while: "Go and smash the scene where Lin Dongxu was watching first."

The man nodded slightly, glanced at another gunman upstairs, and walked out of the room.

Butler Chen sat over and stood beside him, not even daring to breathe.

"Old Chen, I heard that Qinglan is coming to the sea to get on the hole?" Mr. Lin seemed to remember something and suddenly said lightly.

Butler Chen nodded quickly and replied: "Yes, the movie she starred in is about to start filming, and a press conference is held today."

"Go and arrange it, I'll sleep with her tonight." Mr. Lin took out a small bag of white powder objects from his pocket, turned his head and saw that Butler Chen wanted to say something, and said lightly: "Go, I don't want the old man to know about these things."

Butler Chen sighed slightly. He knew that his young master was going to take drugs. But he didn't dare to say anything at all, and he didn't even have the courage to tell Secretary Lin. He first followed Secretary Lin, and later when the young master grew up, Secretary Lin asked him to take care of him. As a result, he had bad habits from somewhere, and he had all eaten, drinking, whore and gambling, and now he was taking drugs again. If Secretary Lin knew about it, he would not escape the blame.

"I'll make arrangements and call you." Butler Chen said a little lonely, then bent over and walked out of the room.

In the room, there was still the one on the top. He had already picked up the gun and put it on. He didn't go downstairs at this time, but just stood on it.

"Awei, go and do something for me." Mr. Lin poured out the white powder in the bag. As soon as he took out the tin foil, he seemed to remember something again, and turned his head to Awei upstairs and said.

Awei didn't say anything, just nodded.

"There is a boy named Ning Xiaohai. I hate him very much. Go and clean up for me." Mr. Lin used a lighter to light the white powder on the tin foil, took a deep breath, and then said leisurely.

"I understand." Awei jumped out of the building and walked out of the room.

Mr. Lin used a lighter to bake tin foil. The white powder on the tin foil rose up smoke. He leaned over and sniffed a few deep mouthfuls, which seemed very enjoyable. He narrowed his eyes slightly, lay on the sofa, took his cell phone over, and took out a phone and dialed it.
Chapter completed!