Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

At the seventeenth minute, a senior manager walked in, but Zhou Sen was still resting with his eyes closed and showed no sign of saying hello.

After the senior management came in, Director Haolai nodded and said hello, then sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

At the twenty-seventh minute, nine senior administrators of Galaxy 117 Interstellar Station had arrived.

Nine people.

These nine people are the managers of Galaxy Station 117. Of course, they are not the bosses. Behind each of them, there are intricate forces.

During the waiting process, no one dared to disturb Zhou Sen. After coming in, they all just nodded to each other and sat quietly waiting.

Xiao Jingjing witnessed the whole process, and she had mixed feelings in her heart. Although these were expected things, they still shocked her, because she was also a figure on the interstellar gangster list, but with her influence

, cannot be compared to Zhou Sen, the most ruthless gangster in the interstellar world.

I wonder how majestic Zhou Sen, the real number one gangster in the interstellar world, is?!

"Mr. Zhou, we're all here." Director Lai said cautiously.

Zhou Sen slowly opened his eyes. He did not speak, but glanced at everyone's faces, and then fell into a long silence.

People became inexplicably nervous. They didn't know what this notorious gangster was thinking.

"I need money very much now." After a long time, Zhou Sen finally spoke.

A group of senior managers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer this devil.

"How much money do you have now?" Zhou Sen asked calmly.

It was quiet again in the office.

No one can answer Zhou Sen's question because it is an unanswerable question.

"I know that people all have bad qualities. For example, they won't shed tears until they see the coffin, and they won't give up until they reach the Yellow River! Well, in this case, let me tell you some unfortunate news. If you don't give me money, I will blow up.

Interstellar Station No. 117 in the Milky Way. From now on, there will no longer be Interstellar Station No. 117 in the five major star regions. Come on, let me show you a demonstration first!"

Zhou Sen smiled slightly, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Boom boom boom..."

As soon as Zhou Sen snapped his fingers, there was an earth-shaking loud noise. The loud noise lasted for several seconds. Everyone's eardrums were shaken so hard that they stood up in fright.

This is a deterrent.

This is a challenge.

There was a change of color on everyone's face.

Still no one spoke. In fact, everyone wanted to say something, and everyone had a lot to say. However, facing the most powerful gangster in the five star regions, no one knew what to say.

Xiao Jingjing's heart was extremely shocked. She never dreamed that some of the toys they played around with could have such amazing power.

Until now, Xiao Jingjing thought that Zhou Sen's talk of blowing up Interstellar Station No. 117 was just to scare her. Now, she believed that Zhou Sen was really capable of blowing up this huge space city.

"Don't worry, everyone still has one hour to think about it. Of course, the thinking time is one hour, but I will blow up a place every five minutes. At the beginning, I will only blow up unimportant targets. Gradually,

I will blow up casinos, banks, engines, etc. In an hour, the entire Interstellar Station No. 117 will be in ruins... If I remember correctly, the cost of Interstellar Station No. 117 should be five trillion." Zhou

Sen said calmly.

There was another moment of silence.

"Oh, just a reminder, there are still two minutes left. Next, I will blow up a warehouse. Although this warehouse is of little value, it stores a lot of food..."

"Mr. Zhou, how much do you want?" Finally, a senior manager spoke.

"Answer me, how much money do you have? Don't lie. I believe you should know the cost of lying!" Zhou Sen said with a sinister smile.

How much!

How much!

There were beads of sweat on the forehead of the senior manager who spoke, because the person who revealed the specific number must bear a certain amount of responsibility, but the problem is, someone has to say it.

Who said?

How much?

This is an anxious question, because the other party is Zhou Sen, the number one gangster in the interstellar world. He is not a petty thief who can be dismissed casually. Moreover, the cases this guy has done in the past are at least tens of billions.

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"One minute left!" Zhou Sen raised his right hand and pressed two fingers together.

The atmosphere became tense again, because raising your right hand was a signal, a signal to detonate. If this interstellar bandit was to succeed in the robbery, then the current losses would become meaningless.

So majestic!
Chapter completed!