Mr. Ning, in order to survive Lin Zhenghui's grasp,
was particularly ruthless, breaking his own brother's legs in front of Lin Zhenghui, just to beg Lin Zhenghui to let them off the hook.
"Ah!" A scream of pain.
Mr. Ning had not expected his own brother to actually break his legs.
Clutching his deformed legs with both hands, he rolled on the ground, squealing like a pig.
"Get lost, if I see you again, I'll wipe out your entire family." Lin Zhenghui waved his hand, and an invisible force blew them towards the elevator entrance.
"Yes, yes..."
"Two hundred million yuan, transfer it to Zhuge Qian'er's account."
"Yes, yes..."
Poor Mr. Ning, not only did he not stand up for his brother, but he was also beaten into a pig's head.
In the end, he broke his brother's legs in front of Lin Zhenghui and directly dragged him out of the hotel.
"Brother..."
"Slap!" A slap across the face.
If this guy hadn't been his own brother, that slap might have smashed his head in.
