Chapter 402: Only the Dead Can't Speak
Doesn't that mean that fire and water are never compatible?
This shows that this Flame Hall has risen in extreme struggle!
Mo Nanjue put down the pen and propped one hand on his chin, he vaguely had a feeling that the meaning of the three words of the Flame Hall was far more than that.
The man's dark eyes were staring at the words on the paper, and the person on the other end called tentatively, "Young master, are you still there?"
"Where has the flames appeared?"
"Back to the young master, so far, no one has ever seen him. ā
"No, it's not that no one has seen him," Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes in a charming way, "It should be, everyone who has seen him is dead." ā
"Young master, what do you mean ......"
"I told you a long time ago that only the dead cannot speak. ā
"Yes, young master, please forgive your subordinates for being stupid. ā
"Send someone to South Africa to station, pay close attention to all the actions of the Flame Hall, and then, buy all the DevilsKiss in the South African market, no matter how much the price, even if you kill someone and grab it, you will give me a large amount!"
"Yes, young master!" the man replied respectfully, "After the acquisition, bring it back to China, or?"
"No, didn't it originate in South Africa? Then, let it be completely integrated into South Africa," Mo Nanjue said and hooked his thin lips, a sharp light flashed in his dark eyes, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "Catch me! If you catch someone from the Flame Hall, you will inject three times the dose of DevilsKiss! There are as many people in the Flame Hall as there are DevilsKiss people! Since you like to play so much, okay, then play with them!"
Although they were talking on the phone, the person on the other end heard this majestic and unquestionable voice, and subconsciously stood up straight, "Yes, young master!
"Whenever there is a flame, notify me immediately. The man's sword eyebrows were twisted, and between the words, the noble kingly demeanor was fully displayed, "Remember, when buying and injecting, don't hide anything, tell everyone, you are my Mo Nanjue's people!
"Yes, young master!"
After hanging up the phone, almost the whole afternoon, the man sat in a leather chair, his eyes fixed on the white paper on the table.
Flame.
L,Yć
Mo Nanjue frowned, his left index finger reached out to his right arm and nodded, and vaguely, he could still feel the feeling of churning in his body when he was injected with DevilsKiss.
And when the poison is blown, the forbearance that trembles all over and almost wants to breathe fire!
Good.
Very good!
Whoever dares to play with him Monanjue must be prepared to die rather than live!
Hall of Flames?
Scold.
If he is caught in his hands, then let him die under his own flames!
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In the afternoon, there were relatively few calls, and Tong Ran thought it was not the peak period, but he didn't know that it was Mo Nanjue who asked the technical department to filter out unimportant calls.
The stupid woman in the province is tired of cervical spondylosis.
Until the end of work, Monan Jue never left the office again.
Tong Ran went in several times to deliver coffee, but found that the man didn't even have time to look up.
The huge desk, piled up from left to right, is full of projects and plans that he needs to go through one by one.
These outsiders don't know the way, and before Tong Ran came to work, he didn't know the way.
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[The meaning of the Flame Hall is a bit complicated and difficult to guess, but you can leave a message to guess Oh, guess right, there is an exclusive award for Mu Mu~]