Chapter 2934: A Tiger in Troubled Times Is Bullied by a Dog

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If you want something, you have to pay the same price.

Blood transfusion can indeed keep the Saint Master young, but because it is not a blood transfusion, there is no need to match blood types, so it will cause blood incompatibility in the body.

This forms something similar to blood poison, which will occur irregularly.

During this period, Gong Wuzang was like a serious illness, his body became extremely weak, and he had to rest and meditate, using all his energy to resist and resolve it, in order to make a smooth transition.

This is why Gong Wuzang has been hiding from Chen Xin'an and dared not confront him head-on.

He didn't know when his blood poison would break out, and now as he got older, the blood poisoning broke out more and more frequently, and the symptoms became more and more serious.

Now he almost had a terrifying trend that he couldn't suppress, so he changed his secret technique, upgraded it, and used infant blood!

Compared with the blood of young people, infant blood is purer and milder, but the disadvantage is that the amount is too small.

And it is too crazy, and the blood source is extremely difficult to find, so Gong Wuzang dare not drain the blood like he did to young people, and can only turn the blood source into a long-term supply.

After drawing some blood, the blood source was carefully fed, and it must not be allowed to get sick, let alone die.

The blood source was too little before, and since another one was delivered today, Gong Wuzang wanted to use the baby blood, but he didn't expect to hear such a thing that made him angry.

He also met such a stupid person!

You killed his son, and you dare to ask him for credit?

Who gave you the courage!

He wanted to slap this idiot to death, but the blood poison suddenly increased its reaction, and he almost didn't have the strength to stand up now!

Yuan Jinghai was almost scared to collapse!

Seeing the Saint Master kicking over, he felt that he was going to die!

Who can take the Saint Master's angry kick?

Even if it is a car, the Saint Master can kick it and move it several meters horizontally!

He saw this with his own eyes!

But what shocked him was that the kick did not have any strength at all. Instead, the Saint Master took two steps back, holding on to the table next to him, and his body was about to fall!

What happened?

Yuan Jinghai, who had escaped death, was frightened and sweating, but his face was full of shock.

He looked at the Saint Master in horror, making sure that the other party was not pretending to tease him, but really seemed to be sick!

Good opportunity!

If he didn't run away now, when would he run?

Yuan Jinghai turned around and ran, and did not forget to turn his head to peek at Gong Wuzang, and found that he really couldn't stand steadily, and didn't catch up at all, and he was very happy.

But when he ran to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Gong Wuzang, with a sinister and vicious look in his eyes.

He killed his son, even if he ran away today, when this old guy recovered, wouldn't he still kill him?

Since he was going to die anyway, why not just kill this old guy!

Take out what you want from him, this guy is full of treasures!

If you squeeze out a little, it will be enough for you to eat and drink for several lifetimes!

He turned around and walked over step by step, with a cautious but somewhat cold smile on his face, and said to Gong Wuzang:

"Saint Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you to the bed inside to rest for a while?"

Gong Wuzang's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and he used all his strength to prevent himself from falling down.

Seeing this idiot coming to support him, Gong Wuzang wanted to attack him, but at this moment he was completely powerless.

Feeling Gong Wuzang's weakness, Yuan Jinghai was overjoyed.

Thinking of the Saint Master who was famous in Dongchao and worshipped by hundreds of millions of people, and now his life was in his hands, Yuan Jinghai was trembling with excitement.

Even his voice was trembling.

"Saint Master, I really didn't know that Li Guangmin was your son!

But now the big mistake has been made and it can't be reversed.

It's useless for you to be angry, right?

Why not do this? What he can do, I can do too.

What he can't do, I Yuan Jinghai can do.

So you give me the CEO seal of Chaojing Yaohan.

Of course, Chaojing Yaohan has suffered a lot during this period, and it is inconvenient for capital turnover.

I know that Saint Master suffered a lot on this tribute day, and I am not greedy. I beg Saint Master to return the share that Yaohan handed over to us first, and we will pay double next year!

Is this request reasonable?"

Miya Musashi's face was pale, his body trembled slightly, his expression was painful and angry, he stared at Yuan Jinghai, and squeezed out a word from his teeth: Get out!

Yuan Jinghai laughed.

Now he has confirmed that the Saint Master next to him has no ability to kill him at all!

Otherwise, it would be a matter of a slap, why would he scold him!

"Saint Master, if it's inconvenient for you to take it, I'll help you!" Yuan Jinghai turned around, reached into Gong Wuzang's pocket, and searched it up and down.

Gong Wuzang's face was already black. Yuan Jinghai's current behavior was a humiliation to him!

He suppressed his body trembling, used up all his strength, and raised his arm.

At this moment, Yuan Jinghai's hair stood on end, and he thought that the other party had recovered his strength.

He was about to run away, but Gong Wuzang's hand just rested on Yuan Jinghai's arm, and he didn't even have the strength to push him away!

Yuan Jinghai breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little angry and slapped Gong Wuzang in the face!

"You scared me to death!

You old devil, you are so bad and still pretending to be me!

Where is the president's seal of Yaohan Group?

Where is the money you collected?

Where are you?

Your son is stupid, and you are bad!

You have done so many evil things that you deserve today!

Don't think I don't know that you are not a human being!

If the authorities know what happened in this small house, you will be shot eight times!

Okay, you don't want to give it to me, right? I have a way!"

He pushed Gong Wuzang away and let him fall to the ground. He turned around and walked to the futon and picked up a bag he had brought with him before.

Inside were many printed and pre-stamped contracts.

Yuan Jinghai walked back to Gong Wuzang, holding a thick contract in one hand and grabbing Gong Wuzang's hair with the other hand, picked him up and sat on the ground.

Snap!

Yuan Jinghai put all the contracts in front of Gong Wuzang and said to him: "This is the president rotation book of Yaohan Group, this is Li Guangmin's equity transfer contract, and this is the equity donation contract of other people in the Li family..."

He put the contracts one by one in front of Gong Wuzang and said to him with a smile:

"You don't have the strength to kill me, but you have the strength to sign, right?

Just sign your name on these contracts, isn't that difficult?"

Picking up the pen next to him, Yuan Jinghai wanted to put it into Gong Wuzang's hand.

But he found that although he had no strength, his fist was clenched so tightly that he couldn't put it in at all!

Yuan Jinghai, who was extremely angry, punched Gong Wuzang's head twice, gritting his teeth and cursing:

"Don't be so shameless, you old witch!

I'm so desperate, I'll ask you to go find your bastard son now!"

Puff!

Gong Wuzang spurted blood from his mouth, and the look he gave Yuan Jinghai was like a knife, wishing to cut him into pieces!

What a status and honor he had. He was once admired by millions of people, and even the capital of Dongchao respected him.

But now, he was beaten and kicked by such a bastard, and humiliated in every way.

It would be strange if he didn't spit blood in anger!

Yuan Jinghai snorted coldly, grabbed his hand and said, "It's okay if you don't sign, then press your fingerprint!

If you don't know how to behave, I'll chop off your claws and press them yourself!"

At this moment, with a muffled sound, a bloody sword tip emerged from Yuan Jinghai's chest!