Met Wu Zongshan's determined gaze, several bigwigs present, with different expressions, some put their hands on those expensive bags of 'goods', and some got up slightly, keeping their bodies at a distance from the table. Others kept the posture they had just had, not panicking, but glancing at Plimpton, who was the leader.

Obviously, these three postures also indirectly outline the distribution of potential forces in the whole of Naples. Those who are pressed on the 'goods' are self-contained, and they survive in the cracks. If it is profitable, it will be profitable, and it will never mess with the affairs of other factions, and only jump in one-third of one's own acre.

Those who sit upright are typical 'Chinese' factions, most of whom are 'outsiders', and most of them have reached an agreement with the Chinese to advance and retreat together. The main reason why the dominant Kemora family does not dare to eat the power of the Chinese people in one bite is the intricate network of relationships behind it.

I'm afraid, I'm not afraid. But once 'disasters come after another' and make things bigger, it will also be a rhythm of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. This is also for what Lu, Kemora has been 'persecuting' Wu Zongshan to 'ascend'. 'Chinese autonomy', at least in terms of face and layout, is more acceptable to the Chinese community.

As for the last few to set their sights on Plimpton, it is natural that they are attached to the power of Kemorra and the mafia to survive. Under constant pressure from the local government and the European Union, in recent years, Kemorra has begun to hide its center of gravity underwater. Constantly launching agents in various regions, in their name, peddling their own goods, and deploying their own channels.

Once the above is investigated, you can also use them to top a top and not say. It can also become a buffer between them and the government. Kemora has been able to stand in Naples for so many years, and naturally has their way of survival.

Wu Zongshan, who was originally propped up on the table with his hands, took in the performances of everyone present one by one. As he got up, he turned his head to look at Printon beside him. Obviously, after 'Liu Lao' was violently beaten, the only person on the table who dared to slap the table with him on the 'home field' of Wu Zongshan was this bigwig who represented Kemora and the mafia.

Pressing on the packaged 'goods' with one hand, Princeton's every move touched the hearts of all the bigwigs present. At this moment, everyone held their breath and 'waited' for Princeton's next move. Externally, he vetoed Wu Zongshan's statement, and ...... inward Tonight will come to an end.

"Those old people in the meeting all said that you Wu Zongshan is a general and has the ability to lead an army by himself. To be honest, I don't agree with it all the time. But today, it seems that you do have the courage. But courage can never represent strength......

I'm sorry, you're still too weak......" As he finished speaking, Plinton pushed the drugs in front of him to the center of the table. Just after he completed this series of actions, everyone present, regardless of whether they were willing or not, all pushed the drugs up.

And Liu Lao, who half-squinted his eyes and took in all this, laughed a few times 'gloating'. It's just that now his cheeks are swollen like a pig's head, and his smile looks very funny.

Wu Zongshan, who spread out his hands, had a 'fearless' expression. Especially after Liu Laogan laughed out loud, Wu Zongshan couldn't help but throw a bright smile at this 'disabled and strong' old man.

met Wu Zongshan's gaze, although he was beaten violently, and the bodyguard was already 'in a different place'. But Liu Lao still squirmed the corners of his mouth with a domineering anal fistula, word by word, and said viciously:

"Do you know Lu Dao, you are really not far from death...... Wu Zongshan, who heard this, was stunned at first, and then 'Ha Lu Ha' looked up to the sky and smiled. When he regained his body, a fierce expression flashed across his face.

"Do you mean the transmitter on your collar? Everything that happened just now has been fed back to the 'headquarters'? A large number of people are rushing here, as soon as they come, pop ...... Dozens of guns can beat me into pulp?" Wu Zongshan, whose body sank more and more, reached out to Liu Lao's face with his right hand, patted it twice, and then continued:

"If you can survive tonight, oh no, if you can hold on a little longer, I'll give you a big surprise in my personal name. The show is still to come......" After saying this, Wu Zongshan, who stretched out his right palm, raised it back and forth, and added:

"Tonight, you are all witnesses......

"Are you bluffing me?" Plimpton, who was fiddling with the gun in his hand, smiled with such confidence. But when the door that was originally closed was pushed open by a big man covered in blood, it was pushed open with a bang. Not only Princeton, but everyone in the audience couldn't help but look at this man.

The white ones were stained red with blood, and there were even signs of blood dripping. I saw that the big man then threw the 'package' he lifted on the table, and the untied package was scattered in all directions. Suddenly, there was a sound of everyone gasping in the conference room. And the 'dying' Liu Lao, as if 'returning to the light', widened his swollen eyes.

Finger...... Most of the bloody fingers were still wearing the original ornaments, and one of them, the emerald ring, was extremely eye-catching.

After doing all this, the big man finally withdrew from the room without dragging his feet. When the door slammed and closed, everyone who was stunned couldn't help but instinctively sit up straight. And Wu Zongshan stared playfully at his fingers on the table. took out the ring finger wearing the emerald ring, put it in front of Liu Lao, and asked rhetorically:

"Familiar? You gave it to your son-in-law when he got married. It is said that the price is expensive...... Do you believe that if there are still your people tonight, without my permission, drive into this area, I will still show their fingers in front of you. ”

"You...... You ......" struggled hard, but Liu Lao, who had no strength at all, had a painful expression and wanted to break free from the shackles of his own strength. But the old man was hit by such a big impact, and he stretched out his right hand, and he couldn't even stand on the table.

"He's just your son-in-law, and you're so miserable. Yingying is my own sister who I brought up, not to mention, she is not an insider. Far away from the rights and wrongs of Naples, why are you so ruthless to help and abuse? Take 10,000 steps back, she is still a child in front of her. Isn't it?" he sucked at the corner of his nose and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Wu Zongshan, who turned his head, said to Plinton with a smile:

"See? In Huaxia, it's called 'it's not about yourself', once it's about yourself, the emotion, the performance is immediately different. ”

From beginning to end, this was the first time that Wu Zongshan sat down. With his left arm on his side face, his right hand pulled out the black star from his waist and placed it on the table. His action really made everyone nervous. Including the bodyguards behind him.

"I don't mind, let you feel it for yourself. After saying this, Wu Zongshan grinned, his smile was so 'uncomfortable', and after putting away his facial expression, he knocked on the table with one hand and said word by word:

"I want to kill Cheng Xiong, who agrees, who opposes?"