Fang Miao's brows were almost twisted into a pimple, he just wanted to ask a few more questions, but Fang Zheng had already grabbed him, and said with a smile: "Brother Ning said that one is one, there shouldn't be a mistake, I think this should be the ecstasy bomb deliberately released by Ye Ye, let us misunderstand Brother Ning, what do you think?"

When Fang Zheng said this, everyone nodded yes, after all, he was the richest man in hell, and many people still gave him face.

Ning Yu sneered in his heart, the father and son really didn't have a good heart when they came over tonight, but he didn't show his dissatisfaction, and said: "That Ye Ye hates me now, he doesn't want to sell the true blood on hand, so he blames me, don't be deceived by him." ”

"Brother Ning is right, now that the true blood is used one drop less, Ye Ye naturally refused to release another drop in order to continue his life, and at this time, he said that the true blood he obtained was diluted true blood, and his intentions were sinister, and he must not be ignored. Lai Yifeng also said at this time.

"Hehe, that's what I said, let's go, let's go in and have a bowl with Brother Ning, and congratulate him on reaching the top of the gambling world. Fang Zheng still smiled, his city was very deep, and people couldn't grasp his thoughts.

Ning Yu sighed secretly, this lord is even more terrifying than Ye Ye, because Ye Ye you at least know what he needs and where his weaknesses are, but Fang Zheng you can't grasp his true thoughts at all, and you don't know what kind of murderous intentions are hidden behind that smiling face.

There are 888 tables set up at the flowing water table tonight, and Ning Yu, who can be called the number, has sent invitations, as for whether he comes or not, Ning Yu doesn't care at all, anyway, he can afford a table of meals.

However, those who receive invitations usually come, after all, Ning Yu is an upstart in Xudu, and he monopolizes the prostitution and gambling industry in Xudu with Guan Yunchang, and his future is limitless.

There are usually eight or ten seats at a table, but today there are more seats, so eight seats are arranged.

Because there is no official figure, Fang Zheng is the most noble person who came today, Ning Yu naturally would not be stupid enough to arrange him in the ordinary seat, but let him sit in the first place of the chief.

In addition, Lai Yifeng, president of Rongtong Bank, Song Dao of Bolong Real Estate, Bo Guang, who started in retail in the fourth consortium, and Kang Li, who started in the fifth consortium by selling jewelry, were all arranged at that table.

Ning Yu arranged Lai Yifeng and Song Dao to sit next to Fang Zheng. However, Song Dao didn't appreciate it, and chose to sit down in the opposite position, which had a great tendency to resist.

Fang Zheng just smiled at this, and then talked to Lai Yifeng next to him, completely ignoring Song Dao.

Ning Yu must also occupy a seat at this table, after all, he is the protagonist tonight. At this time, there were still two seats left at the chief table, and Ning Yu thought that Fang Miao would be the person in charge of Giant Real Estate in Xudu in the future, so he also arranged him into that table.

In this last position, when Ning Yu was worried, there was a sudden fierce noise at the gate, Ning Yu frowned slightly, and the other party was waiting for someone: "Everyone use tea first, I'll go and see what's going on." ”

With that, he rushed towards the gate.

At the gate, Mochen and Huang San were on the edge of the door, preventing a group of people from entering, and the two sides were very stiff.

"If you dare to take another half step, I'll kill you, do you hear?" Mochen shouted with a glare.

The gang of people with chrysanthemum wreaths on their chests, white cloth tied on their heads, black suits, and mourning clothes, they want to come to this kind of banquet, no wonder the ink is hot.

"What? Did you open this place, stop me and chop you again!" the leader pulled out the dagger from his waist and pointed at the ink dust domineeringly.

"I'm grass, you really think you're the king of Hades, do you know who is in charge tonight? My brother Yu knows? If you don't disappear for me, I'll crush you!" Mo Chen roared angrily, and then rushed directly to a tent luxury car at the gate, pulled down the driver who had just stopped, and then started the hearse and drove to the gang of people.

"Who are you bluffing, come on, you have the ability to run it up, if my Dongdu He family takes half a step back, I am your grandson!" The one at the head was not afraid at all, but rushed to Mochen's hearse with a few people, and roared wildly.

"Fuck you, I'll send you all on your way!" Mo Chen was furious, and he was about to slam the accelerator down, but when it was too late, Ning Yu rushed out of the hotel with an arrow and pulled Mo Chen out.

"What are you doing? don't you want to live?" Ning Yu scolded Mo Chen, and then said to the people dressed in mourning: "What's the matter? Is your mother dead or your father dead?"

"My son is dead!" At this time, the door of a Maserati hearse parked next to the gate that had not moved, opened, and a middle-aged man walked down, and this person was He Fansheng, the gambling emperor of the Eastern Capital.

"Who are you, do you want me to set up a coffin for your son, set up a mourning hall for you inside, and arrange an extra empty seat for each table to leave a dish for your son?" Ning Yu stared at the middle-aged man, and immediately knew the identity of the other party and why he came.

"Haha, don't you know who I am? Also, I will personally handle my son's white affairs, but I don't know if there is anyone to handle your white affairs for you. He Fansheng looked up to the sky and laughed, he didn't have a chrysanthemum wreath on his chest, but there was a white cloth tied to his sleeve.

"Fuck you, are you cursing Brother Yu's whole family to death, I'm going to fucking collapse you right now!" Mo Chen was furious, and directly pulled out a musket from his waist and shot at He Fansheng's feet.

He Fansheng was not afraid, he walked up to Ning Yu step by step, and said coldly: "What, if you have the ability, you let him break my head, see if there will be a river of blood tonight." ”

Ning Yu's eyes flashed with cold light, and said: "I just want to say one thing, He Mao was not killed by my people, if you dare to touch my people, I, Ning Yu, will accompany you at any time!"

"It doesn't matter if you say it, someone has to pay for my son's death!" He Fansheng pointed his finger at Ning Yu's chest and said murderously.

"Hehe, let's see who can't afford it!" Ning Yu sneered and continued: "Come and be a guest, I'll pay for you tonight! ”

"Then let's wait and see who dies first!" He Fansheng sneered and entered the hall directly, walking towards the chief table.

And the people with the wreaths of chrysanthemums followed in, found a table and sat down.

In fact, no matter whether He Mao was killed by Ning Yu or not, Ning Yu and the He family would also kill each other sooner or later. Because they all started by gambling, it is impossible for Ning Yu to be biased, and it is impossible for the He family to let Ning Yu rise, and the duel between life and death cannot be avoided.

Unless Ning Yu gave up expanding outward, it was impossible.

"Brother, can you bear this?" Mo Chen was very unwilling, He Fansheng was making trouble, and he should kill them tonight.

"It doesn't matter, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, black and white, even if he comes over with a coffin today, I will let him in. Ning Yu shrugged and said indifferently.

What superstitions do you care about people who have died once, if He Fansheng is that set of true spirits, how can there be so many people who die unexplained.

"San'er, is there something wrong with Brother Yu's head, I don't understand what to say at all. Mo Chen was completely confused, what blessings and misfortunes depend on black and white, he didn't know what it meant at all.

"It's not normal, your sister, hurry up and go in, the banquet is about to start. Huang San said angrily.

"Grass, if Wuzi or Hanzi were here with me tonight, those people would have been killed a long time ago, so you fucking grind and grind!"

"What kind of grinding, I don't want to see blood tonight, do you understand? If they make trouble again, I'm going to break them!" Huang San scolded fiercely and walked in.

He Fansheng caused a sensation when they came in, not because of their dress, but because Ning Yu actually let them in.

"Hehe, isn't this Brother He? Come, sit here!" Fang Zheng stood up and smiled at He Fansheng.

"You're here too, I'm glad I'll be here!" He Fansheng didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and walked to Fang Zheng and sat down.

Song Dao glanced at He Fansheng and sneered: "What's the matter?

Bang!

When He Fansheng heard this, he was immediately furious, and slapped it on the table, shaking the entire hall to hear it.

"What do you mean?" He Fansheng stared at Song Dao and said angrily.

"I don't mean anything else, today is a festive day, everyone I see will say congratulations, do you say Boss Fang?"

He Fansheng has a big family in Dongdu, and he is the largest consortium in Dongdu, and his strength can enter the top 100 of the Hell Rich List. But in Xudu, Song Dao is really not afraid of anyone, this is his confidence.

"Hehe, then you mean that if someone dies in my family today, you will also congratulate me?" Fang Zheng smiled, but there was a cold chill between his words.

"Of course, not only congratulations, but also red envelopes!" Song Dao and Fang Zheng looked at each other and sneered.

"You're looking for death!" Fang Miao was furious, grabbed a wine jar and smashed it in front of Song Dao, wetting Song Dao's clothes.

Syllable!

Song Dao stood up violently, slapped Fang Miao fiercely, and said, "Even Fang Zheng doesn't dare to do this, recognize your identity, otherwise I will let you understand what a gap is!"

Song Dao was extremely domineering, and the entire hall suddenly heard a needle.

Fang Miao was slapped in the face, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and stared at Song Dao deadly.

"This is the son you taught?" Song Dao sneered, completely ignoring Fang Miao, but instead looked at Fang Zheng.

Song Dao's financial strength barely entered the top 500 on the Hell Rich List, but he was born in the wild road, and he came all the way with blood, when was he afraid of anyone.

There was no longer a smile on Fang Zheng's face, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, but soon he returned to normal, and said, "Miao'er, hurry up and accompany your Uncle Song, he slapped him right!"

"Hehe, forget it, is it interesting to be hypocritical?" Song Dao didn't appreciate it at all, and was determined to do it with Fang Zheng.

In fact, it's no wonder that both of them are engaged in real estate, and the Fang family must have been obstructed and destroyed during the entrepreneurial years of Song Dao, as for the grievances between the two of them, it is estimated that only the two of them know best.