The Mak building was shrouded in fog.

Even though it was noon, the sun was very weak.

When it is in the wind, it disperses.

The observatory says there will be the first snow of the year in the evening.

Maple City hasn't snowed in years.

"What do you do with the follow-up? Young Master Sha has something important to see me, are you fools qualified to listen? Hurry up and dig that mother-in-law for Lao Tzu to come out, I want to take advantage of the new snow to scatter wild fields with her in the snow. ”

Song Dong scolded and entered the building and went up to Mak Qihao's office. As soon as he pushed the door in, he was stunned.

Song Dong thought that there was only one person in the office, but he didn't expect a lot of people standing and sitting inside. He looked around, his gaze resting on the person on the right side of his desk.

His gaze changed from astonishment to rage in an instant!

"Young Master Sha, you actually helped me catch this eighth woman so quickly!"

Song Dong roared angrily, jumping up like a wolf dog and rushing over.

I only heard a bang!

A stick stretched out out out of nowhere blocked Song Dong's lower abdomen, and as soon as he exerted his strength, Song Dong flew out of the door.

When he got up again and rushed into the office, he saw a black gun pointed at his eyebrows.

"Is it unruly to follow my dad?" Madisha said with a hammer.

"Young Master! That bastard smashed my car! ”

Bang!

Medisha pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed the top of Song Dong's head.

Song Dong groaned and lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Next time I don't knock on the door, I won't waste bullets."

Song Dong only realized at this time that the current environment seemed a little inappropriate for him. He slowly stood up and looked around the people in the office again.

On both sides stood men in suits and sunglasses, these people Song Dong knew that they were Medisha's bodyguard team all along.

But the three people on either side of the desk, I haven't seen them.

No, the woman had just met at the crossroads.

Bronzed skin, haughty eyes. Turning into ashes, Song Dong also recognized it.

One of the other two had short silver hair, and that short hair was like silver needles, stuck all over the little skull.

The other was dressed in a purple gown and a round felt hat with a colorful feather stuck in the brim. In his hand, he held a wooden stick with a thick bowl mouth.

It was this stick that swept Song Dong out just now.

"Master, these guys are ......"

Before Song Dong could finish asking, Medisha sneered: "What a dog slave who doesn't know how to be polite."

These words made Song Dong's face turn from red to purple.