Six hours later, Wu Xie and his entourage returned to the headquarters in Changsha, Hunan, the general market of the third uncle. So when Zhang Qilin saw the battle that Wang Fatzi said, he was already confused.

The three-storey house is decorated and furnished, and the seemingly straight passage is actually winding, and there are always new passageways in the blind spots, and the original passages may just be a dead end.

If it weren't for following Wu Xie, but Zhang Qilin walking in such a house for the first time, he must have thought that he was playing extreme escape, or an escape room.

"This is a deliberate transformation of the internal layout for safety, from the perspective of feng shui, it can be regarded as the finishing touch, gathering qi and transforming the spirit, and it is a rare blessed land for the transformation of the day after tomorrow." The man in sunglasses, who had been looking at Zhang Qilin with a strange look on the side, kindly explained.

Zhang Qilin nodded, and a group of five of them walked "straight" through the hall and went directly to the inner room.

The inner room was bigger than expected, and the halls were full of people at one time, and when they saw Wu Xie coming in, they all got up and saluted.

Wu Xie nodded indifferently and signaled to everyone, and in the closest place to the main seat, the man in sunglasses sat down with another bewitching man, and then the person who claimed to be a fat man sat in the first position on Wu Xie's left hand.

Zhang Qilin looked at Wu Xie and found that he was naturally sitting on the main seat, and he touched his nose a little embarrassed, and was about to open his mouth.

"Little brother, as before, you sit next to me." Wu Xie Dao.

As soon as Wu's evil words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and some of the elders sitting on the periphery were a little unbelievable, but they wanted to speak out but were stopped by some more real-eyed people.

Zhang Qilin sat in the position of Wu heresy in the midst of many eyes. But he was also very uncomfortable in his heart, being stared at by so many spicy people, if he wasn't calm, he would definitely be looked at.

Looking up at the sky slightly, evading those inquiring and searching eyes, Zhang Qilin seemed to be settled like an old man sitting in meditation.

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qilin as if he was unusual, and nodded at the fat man. The mysterious meeting seems to have officially begun.

"What is the result of this game with the Wang family?" Wu Xie asked straight to the point.

Wang Zanghai, the current head of the Wang family, was killed, and all the potential men were executed, it can be expected that in the next 50 years, there will be no more people like Wang Zanghai in the Wang family. It was the fat man who answered.

Wu Xie pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and motioned to continue.

"However, in this operation, some details of the Zhang family are quite procrastinating, obviously we are using them to gain momentum, but they are not drunk, and they don't mean to drink, so in terms of sending troops to fight, to say more, the degree of casualties does not exceed 10%." The voluptuous man in the pink shirt said.

"I know, but we can't turn our faces with them just yet, pay attention to their movements, and if they don't want to be with us, before they become demons." Wu Xie gestured, and the pink shirt nodded.

After saying these two things, the other reports remained the same, similar to singing newspapers, Wu Xie just listened, and more often many things were solved by Wang Fatzi and Pink Shirt.

Just when Zhang Qilin felt that the entire venue would be driven to fall asleep by this atmosphere, an obscene voice called out the hearts of everyone present.

"I don't know what the intention of this person brought back by the little third master this time can sit on the main seat in a grand manner?"