The old man roared hoarsely, "What use are you, a piece of trash like shit?!"

"so……"

An old white man smoking a cigar sitting next to him said with a dull expression, "What should we do now?"

"Oh - I don't know either."

The old man sighed and said, "It seems that we can only surrender to this king of the world..."

"very good."

An indifferent voice suddenly resounded in the conference room, "Originally I was still thinking about how I should torture you, but since you are so sensible, I'll just give it a try."

With that said, Yan Qingyang appeared out of nowhere in the corner of the conference room.

The senior military officials in the conference room were very surprised and extremely panicked by his appearance.

But after only a few seconds, they relied on the concentration they had developed over the years in high positions to suppress their inner panic and become calm and relaxed.

Yan Qingyang, after slowly looking around at the officers, chuckled and said:

"General Counsel of the Military, Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Commander-in-Chief of Aviation, Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, Commander-in-Chief of the Marine Corps, Chief of Staff of the Army, Chief of Naval Operations, Chief of Staff of the Air Force, Chief of Staff of the National Guard, Chief of Space Force Operations...Tsk, tsk, tsk,

There are ten people in total, all of whom are of Angsa ethnicity."

As he spoke, his smile disappeared instantly and he said fiercely:

"Who are these old guys showing off to show their tunes? Are they showing it to me? Huh?!"

As soon as the word "um" came out, the air in the entire conference room seemed to be completely drained. All the officers and generals suddenly twitched and fell into an inexplicable state of suffocation.

So in the quiet conference room, everyone's eyes widened and they pinched their necks and tried their best to open their mouths, trying to take in a breath of air to relieve their pain.

But they were unable to fulfill such a small request. They could only beat their chests and collapse on the seats with faces full of pain, or fall to the ground and roll around, struggling and wailing silently.

"Hey hey hey~"

Yan Qingyang walked up to the eighty-year-old white male general who had been shouting with a smirk on his face. He looked at the other person's face that was blue and purple from being suppressed, and the pain overflowing from his eyes.

Le said:

"How about it? Are you happy? Tell me? Tell me quickly?"

As he spoke, he bared his teeth and poked the other person's chest with one finger after another, cruelly poking out one bloody hole after another.

So this old white man, who was suffocated to the point of nearly fainting, suddenly became energetic, so much so that all the muscles on his old face were twisted and tangled together, almost like an evil ghost.

This is an expression of extreme pain.

After tossing the old guy for a while, Yan Qingyang turned around and walked up to the white general who loved to smoke cigars, and said with a smile:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Why, why don't you smoke cigars now?"

Of course the cigar man couldn't reply to him, he just rolled his eyes and pinched his neck while trying to breathe.

"Ignore me?" Yan Qingyang frowned and snorted coldly, "It seems that you have something to deal with."

After saying that, he repeated the actions just now, poking out bloody holes in the other person's chest, which looked like a blood-red hornet's nest at a glance.

But the difference is that after Yan Qingyang glanced at the cigars on the conference table, he turned them into ten cigars with a snap of his fingers, then lit them one by one and inserted them all into the cigar man's chest like a hornet's nest.

inside.

The pain at this moment is simply difficult to describe in words.

Anyway, after being tortured by Yan Qingyang, this cigar man was like a leech sprinkled with salt, his whole body became twisted.

As for the wrinkled face, even Yan Qingyang didn't even notice it.

Finally, after half a minute of excruciating pain, the cigar man died on the spot with a purple-black face, eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.

As for the other people at the scene, Yan Qingyang held their arms and let them dry for three full minutes before releasing them from their suffocation.

But in just a few minutes, eight people died in the conference venue.

Only three people, the General Counsel of the Military, the Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, and the Chief of Staff of the Air Force, were lucky enough to survive. They were lying on the ground like three old dogs, sticking out their tongues and panting hard.

"Okay everyone, now that we've had fun, let's talk about business."

Yan Qingyang walked up to the three of them with his hands behind his back and smiled condescendingly, "What do you think of the idea of ​​me being the commander-in-chief of Mo Lijian...?"

The three Morijian generals' eyes were dull, and they looked at each other while panting, and then they said at the same time:
Chapter completed!