Chapter 109: Taxation Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton gazed at that empty coffin, and after a moment, said flatly, "Let's go."

"Boss! 'The Boss' he..."

Brandon turned around, his eyes filled with extreme hatred for Pedro — "The Boss" was not only his previous best friend, but had also saved his life!

And now he can't even rest in peace after death?

Milton didn't say much: "'The Boss' paid taxes to me too, did you forget?"

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The surveillance videos related to the ink distributor and paper distributor were searched through several times over, and no useful clues were found; only DNA, psychological profiling, and portrait sketches remained.

"I'm saying, this is a 200,000-ton cruise ship after all, it can withstand a missile, right?" Xu Duan looked hopefully at Zhu San, who was being held tightly in place by several bodyguards beside him.

Ren Dongmin lay on the bed recalling his life; now he only had freedom of thought — even climbing up from this sickbed would probably be a difficult movement for him.

For the upcoming mission, Fang Cheng no longer cared about this kind of waste; strength is still more reassuring when held in one's own hands. Who knows how long until he can refine Profound Heaven Spirit Treasures? By the time the mission is complete and he ascends to the Immortal grade, he'll be using Immortal Artifacts anyway — what use would these Profound Heaven Spirit Treasures be then?

Passersby, upon hearing the two words "Wu Pan," all felt their hearts shake, and a look of solemn respect appeared on their faces.

This wasn't the first time, so Sister Xiang Qing didn't stand on ceremony with Ye Ma either; she directly put down the work in her hands, sat beside Ye Ma, and began enjoying dinner.

"Your grandma's, how did you become so generous? Could it be you forgot to take your medicine when you went out this morning!" Wu Yi muttered in his heart, looking at the genuine Spirit Stones and Spirit Artifacts in his hand, yet his mind was a complete fog, unable to sort out any clue.

At that time, Su Qingxue was single-mindedly focused on restoring Tianhong Group's status in Nanhua City; the pressure on her shoulders was immense — where would she consider these things? She directly refused. Because she had this intention, when her family introduced Bian Shuhan to her, there was a beautiful female cousin in between.

"Then what about this?" Fang Cheng ignored the still-entranced Dracula, picked up the highest item on another shelf — this was a pair of glass beads.

On the Seeking Dao Platform, Zhuo Beifang was laughing and chatting with several fellow disciples from Tianjiao Palace about how their Zhuo Family, allied with the Shaoyan Clan, marched on Xuri Academy to forcefully demand Ye Feng's — a mighty feat.

"Huh, are you my auntie?" His appearance plus laughter nearly shattered my new body. Heart tightening, I couldn't help but greet his auntie.

Although the combat quality of the army under Li Zhuanqiao is not bad, this heaven-and-earth difference in cultivation base distance fundamentally cannot be filled by quantity alone. Furthermore, even if it could be filled, it would certainly require expending a large quantity of lives — that is a scene Li Zhuanqiao absolutely does not like to see.

Only Lei Luan had no intention of escaping, likewise looking at Han Chi with a cold, contemptuous expression. Blood-colored divine lightning blossomed around her; the moment the divine lightning appeared, even Han Chi felt his heart skip a beat, a feeling of not daring spreading through his whole body.

Wang Yimin was just about to move himself when the waiter standing behind him immediately came over to ladle soup for Wang Yimin and Mayor Yuan.

Ye Dong straightened his body, walked in front of Chen Ting, and headed toward the direction of the bar stage ahead, because just now Min'er had walked in this direction.

Lei Kong laughed three times, then seemingly not intending to linger, directly flew out of the VIP lounge. After he left, we all breathed a sigh of relief.

Two hundred forty-three Golden Warriors continuously emerged from beside Wang Hao, launching ambushes one after another.

The lobby manager of Butterfly Love, while the two sides were beating each other, had already called the Police Station. They run a hotel business; what they fear most is exactly this kind of thing happening.