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Chapter 739 Don't talk nonsense

Those who didn't know did not dare to show any disrespect or dissatisfaction because they first saw Ge Dongxu, or because he was sitting in the main seat at a young age. On the contrary, they all looked at him with a look of shock and awe.

Because they saw Ouyang Murong standing behind him like his subordinates.

The younger generation may not know Ouyang Murong, but older people have heard of some of the deeds of Ouyang Murong in the jungles of northern Myanmar, and even some of them had some business dealings with him before.

The incident of Ouyang Murong being accidentally injured in the past two days has been circulating in this circle. Many people have visited him specifically and knew that he was seriously injured.

But now, Ouyang Murong not only stood behind the young man safely, but also looked solemn. As long as someone with a slightly normal mind would not easily show dissatisfaction or disrespect for Ge Dongxu.

In private, everyone was secretly guessing who the young man in front of him was? He could make a person like Ouyang Murong willing to stand beside him.

"Mr. Song, are everyone here?" Ge Dongxu saw that no one continued to arrive for a while, looked at Song Wenhong and asked lightly.

Ge Dongxu had asked him privately about Ouyang Murong being shot three times.

Knowing that the cause of this incident was that Melbourne's largest gang force and also a local force, Cole, the second-person of the Hell Rebel, was suddenly shot and killed while he was having fun in Song Wenhong's territory.

The second character of Hell Rebel was shot and killed in the territory of Chinese people, so Hell Rebel naturally refused to give up.

So the rebels in hell relied on their large population and local forces, and soon took revenge against the Chinese gangs.

Many industries under Chinese gangs, especially entertainment venues, have been impacted and destroyed.

Although overseas Chinese usually have internal struggles, they are still very united when other forces really violate the interests of their circle, because they know that only unity can stand overseas. Therefore, the revenge of the rebels in hell quickly aroused the common hatred of the Chinese gangs, and the conflict between the two sides became more and more serious.

However, at this time, everyone was still very restrained and had not yet died. At most, there were some business damage, property losses, and personnel injuries.

At this moment, Ouyang Murong was having morning tea with Song Wenhong, and someone suddenly shot and killed them.

Ouyang Murong and Song Wenhong had similar figures and faces. The killer probably admitted his mistake and shot Ouyang Murong one after another.

Fortunately, Ouyang Murong has cultivation and experience, and he can avoid several vital shots in succession, thus saving his life. If it were Song Wenhong, he would have died long ago.

Ge Dongxu summoned these wealthy Chinese businessmen and gang leaders this time to confirm whether the killing of Cole was done by people from the Chinese gang!

If so, then Ge Dongxu would naturally not let go of the person who did this, because he not only implicated the Chinese in Melbourne, but also almost killed his nephew.

As for the rebels in hell, it is naturally even more impossible to let go.

This is a question of sequence.

"Mr. Ge, there is another person, Ye Biao, who hasn't arrived." Song Wenhong stood up and replied, his expression slightly unnatural.

"Hmph, Ye Biao's arrogance is getting bigger and bigger! All of us uncles and uncles have arrived, and he, a junior, is still so procrastinating." A man in his sixties said with dissatisfaction.

"Say a few words, Acan, you know that Ye Biao's business is getting bigger and bigger now, and there are more and more horsemen under him. It is normal to be a little bigger." A big man next to him gently touched the man who spoke with his elbow and persuaded him.

"Hmph, the times are different now, and it may not necessarily be a good thing to do big business. It not only ruins the reputation of our Chinese, but may also cause trouble one day and even lose your life!" The man named A Can obviously have a lot of objection to Ye Biao, and muttered again after hearing this.

"Mr. Ge, Ye Biao has done a lot of business in recent years, and he is very brave. Not only does he do fan business, but he also does arms. Unlike now, we are basically gradually moving to a legitimate industry and maintaining gangs, mainly to protect ourselves from being bullied. After all, people are in a foreign country, and sometimes relying on money alone is useless, and they also need to speak with fists." Song Wenhong explained in a low voice.

"Sometimes, being brave doesn't necessarily mean a good thing. Since Ye Biao hasn't come yet, then wait a little longer." Ge Dongxu said lightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Don't wait, I'm here." As soon as Ge Dongxu finished speaking, a man in his thirties walked in with a cigar in his mouth, and four bodyguards followed behind him.

The bodyguard was bulging around his waist, obviously carrying a gun.

Seeing the man walking in so swayingly and carrying four bodyguards, Song Wenhong couldn't help but change his face and hurriedly stood up and said, "Abiao, what are you doing? Everyone is waiting for you to have a meeting and let your people go out."

"I want to ask you what you are doing? Speaking of which, even if you have already washed up on the shore, many of them were once big bosses in the world. *******, when is it time for a guy with no hair to sit in the position of the boss? If you want to sit, I should sit there!" Ye Biao took out the cigar in his mouth with his thumb and index finger, spitted a puff of cigarette, and then pointed at Ge Dongxu who was sitting in the main seat with disdain, cursing.

"A Biao! Don't talk nonsense, don't you mean..." Song Wenhong and others who had seen Ge Dongxu's methods changed their faces when they saw Ye Biao speak wildly, and they hurriedly shouted.

However, it was already a little late for them to shout. Ouyang Murong's face had already sunk, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his feet kicked on the ground, and his whole body had already rushed out like a cheetah.

Before Ye Biao and his bodyguards came to their senses, Ouyang Murong had already arrived in front of Ye Biao and the others, and flew up, and a whirlwind leg passed by, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, and the four bodyguards were knocked down in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Murong opened his five fingers, and like iron pliers, he grabbed Ye Biao's neck at once. At the same time, he bent his left leg and his knee suddenly bumped towards Ye Biao's stomach.

"Ah!" Ye Biao was suddenly beaten by this knee and curled up, with a painful expression on his face.

The entire conference hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Ouyang Murong with horror.

Some of them knew Ouyang Murong's fierceness and that he was very good at it, but they didn't expect that he was so powerful.

Especially Song Wenhong, Lin Tian and others were even more frightened.

You should know that just in the morning, Ouyang Murong was still lying in the intensive care unit and had not yet passed the dangerous period!
Chapter completed!
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