usatvline Chapter 315 Everyone is happy
Chapter 315 Everyone is happy
Zhang Lang was just talking.
Since he is here in person, there is no need to waste time talking.
All four of them went up.
This face of Zhang Lang is not his real self.
Just go up and kill them.
The shorty guys are in charge of quacking.
Zhang Lang was responsible for the indiscriminate killing.
As for the money, Xiaofu will give a little and they will divide it according to the rules. As for the others, Shorty will give Zhang Lang 5.2 million Hong Kong dollars.
Zhang Lang took them to the top floor, and the surveillance cameras inside the building were automatically turned around by Zhang Lang.
Zhang Lang found Tsukamoto Penthouse without any obstacles. He felt that the Japanese inside were ready to die and they had already found a position for themselves.
The long-haired fund manager was pushed by Tsukamoto Eiji's men to come out and receive Zhang Lang and his three companions.
In Zhang Lang's position, his figure seemed to be a little faded.
Passing the long-haired fund manager, a Zhang Lang suddenly appeared in the room inside.
The teleportation speed was so fast that ordinary people outside didn't notice Zhang Lang's change at all.
Zhang Lang didn't want to say a word to the Japs, he just wanted to kill them.
Eiji Tsukamoto also posed with his hands in his pockets.
Unexpectedly, a person suddenly appeared in front of me.
There was lightning and flame on the man's hands respectively.
Tsukamoto Eiji didn't have time to pull his hands out of his pockets.
A short scream.
His body was almost turned into ashes by the lightning in Zhang Lang's hand, and then the fire added to it, and as usual, he was stabbed again.
Tsukamoto Eiji's subordinates received the same treatment and all disappeared in an instant.
Changmao heard screams coming from inside.
He frowned as he looked at the four motionless people in front of him.
He didn't know whether to negotiate with the other side first, or go back inside to check on the screaming devils.
Xiao Fu's eyes just moved a little bit.
Zhang Lang has already started talking.
"Fund manager, now let's talk about the revenge fund."
Changmao exclaimed "Ah" and looked back in confusion. Was it an illusion just now?
"Don't look at it anymore. The people inside have already turned to ashes. Tell us how to solve the fund issue."
"Theoretically speaking, all the information now indicates that the Mr. Yue behind you is the Seraph. If you say that the people inside have really turned into ashes, then this fund can be transferred to your account at any time through the Swiss Bank."
"Okay, your theory is established. This person is here. You can go back and take a look."
Zhang Lang gave Xiao Fu a look, telling him to keep an eye on the short guy.
Changmao saw Zhang Lang walking towards him and began to doubt what Zhang Lang said, but Zhang Lang was so confident.
I could only turn around stiffly and walk inside step by step.
Xiao Fuhe and the shorty Qiqi were waiting there.
Zhang Lang took three or two steps to Changmao's side and kicked open the Japanese shoji door, which was the sliding door.
In this place, Tsukamoto Eiji has turned into ashes, and there is no point in keeping him.
"Where is the person?" the long-haired fund manager asked in surprise. He looked around inside and finally ran to Zhang Lang and asked in confusion.
"You could say it's all over the house."
"How is it possible? So many living people were gone just like that." Changmao didn't believe it, but there was indeed no trace of Tsukamoto Eiji and his men in the room. Only the corpse brought back by Tsukamoto Eiji's men was lying there quietly.
Zhang Lang: "Maybe the cherry blossoms in their hometown were in bloom, and they were anxious to go back to see them, so I waved and sent them off."
"You waved them off?"
"Do you want to go see the cherry blossoms with them?" Zhang Lang chuckled, raised his right hand, and released a little lightning that jumped on his hand.
Changmao's eyes widened. He was considered knowledgeable and had some understanding of special abilities. He didn't expect that the greasy-faced man in front of him could do this. It was very likely that Tsukamoto Eiji and his group would not survive. They must have been struck by lightning and turned into ashes.
It’s a good thing that Eiji Tsukamoto died, otherwise, if he got the money, he would definitely kill him.
"No, no, I don't want to. It's okay to transfer the money, but I have a request, and you have to agree to it."
Zhang Lang took back his hand, knowing that the long-haired man wanted to ask him not to kill him, so he said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. You can go back to work and transfer the money to this account."
Zhang Lang gave Changmao an account and watched Changmao pick up the computer and operate it tremblingly.
Changmao completed the operation quickly. Zhang Lang called his people to confirm that the money had arrived and found that Changmao's eyes were staring at the shorty outside.
Sure enough, after hesitating for a while, Changmao said to Zhang Lang, "Sir, I still want to ask, is this Mr. Yue really a Seraph? Although all the evidence proves that he is, he doesn't look like one at all."
Zhang Lang glanced at the short guy and said with a smile, "He is indeed not the one. The real Seraph is on the way and will arrive here in five seconds."
"Five seconds?"
Everyone followed Zhang Lang's gaze and looked towards the ceiling.
The top was sealed with a glass window, but it was broken from the outside, and a man fell upside down from it.
The Seraph unbuckled the buckle around his waist, put away the shotgun in his hand, and then looked around curiously.
Finally, he looked at Xiaofu and the others.
"You are Seraph." The long-haired fund manager looked at Sir Chen and said.
"If it's true, where are Tsukamoto Eiji and his men?"
"It's all settled. Since you're here, take off your mask."
Sir Chen hesitated for a moment and took off the thing on his face. Since he was here, he was ready to have his identity exposed.
"Sir Chen, it turns out it was really you. No wonder you stopped us and asked us to hide." Xiao Fu said while looking at Sir Chen's face.
"I never thought that you, Sir Chen, are the real Seraph."
Zhang Lang looked at them and saw that they were about to have a chat. He said, "Listen to me. Since Mr. Chen is a Seraph, then it's easy to talk. I have an idea."
Zhang Lang pointed at the corpse brought back by Tsukamoto Eiji's men and said, "I think this corpse is the real Seraph. Do you have any objection?"
"This person was brought back by Tsukamoto Eiji's men. He is not a real Seraph." Changmao explained.
"It doesn't matter. Now that Tsukamoto Eiji and his men are dead, what I say is this man is the real one." Zhang Lang glanced at Changmao. His voice was not loud, but no one dared to refute it.
Xiao Fu took out the gun calmly.
Zhang Lang saw it and waved his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary.
This fund manager cannot die just yet.
Sir Chen suddenly said: "He is a Seraph, then who am I?"
"You are Mr. Chen, who else can you be? Who else do you want to be?"
"This Seraph not only killed the old devil, but also killed the old devil's grandson and his men. After silencing them all, he himself was shot several times. When Sir Chen arrived, he saw the Seraph die. Sir Chen, do you think this is very reasonable?"
"What about the 100 million dollars?" Sir Chen asked Zhang Lang, thinking that he was worth 100 million dollars.
"It's very simple. You want credit and I want money. I think you should have no objection to this result, right?"
"It does sound good, but there are so many people here that I can't guarantee that this matter will not be spread by them."
"You can rest assured that they won't."
Changmao raised his hand and said, "I won't tell anyone."
As someone from Xiaofu's own family, he definitely wouldn't say, "You're short and fat."
Zhang Lang looked at the shorty.
"Don't worry, we have never been here." Shorty pulled his daughter to express his opinion quickly. He now wished that this matter had nothing to do with him. He was already content to be alive.
"Okay, then everyone is happy. Sir Chen, I'll leave this place to you and the fund manager." Zhang Lang was ready to leave. This place had nothing to do with him anymore.
The reason why we don’t kill Seraph is that he kills the devils, so we can keep him.
As for Changmao, he is a smart man. Although he seems to be useless now, Zhang Lang feels that this guy has something in him and maybe he will be useful in the future.
After Zhang Lang took Xiao Fu and the others away, Sir Chen and Chang Mao started talking.
"Do you think I can get rid of the identity of Seraph in the future?" Sir Chen felt that this seemed to be a really good idea.
Changmao had a very good impression of the Seraphim. He smiled and said, "The Seraphim is gone, but there are still Fallen Angels and the like. Don't worry, no one else will know your identity."
"I'm tired and don't want to be an angel anymore. It's really good to end it this way."
"When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my achievements and fame."
"That person just now left after completing his mission, hiding his merits and fame. I have gained a reputation, haven't I?"
Chang Mao thought about the lightning that Zhang Lang had casually rubbed and said, "To be honest, I'm not jealous of him taking the 100 million swords. He has the ability to do so."
Sir Chen did not continue speaking. He did not care about the 100 million dollars.
The two prepared to start the aftermath work.
By the way, Changmao didn't lose money here at all. What he earned was the agency fee and the money from selling the information.
Who loses here?
"Shorty, remember to prepare the money tomorrow. Five million and two hundred thousand. I will find someone to get it when the time comes."
Zhang Lang looked at the shorty and said with a smile.
"You already have 100 million dollars, why are you still thinking about my little money?"
"Let's be honest. As long as you come to me, whether I do the work or not, you have to pay me. This is the rule. There is also a portion of Xiaofu in this 100 million dollars."
According to the agreed rules, Xiaofu will get a share of the profits if he comes out to do the work.
Zhang Lang is not the kind of person who would eat alone, so he has to give the money to him.
It's like picking it up for free when you go out, there's no need to worry about it.
"Then do my daughter and I count as participating as well?" The shorty smiled obsequiously, his eyes glowing green as he looked at Zhang Lang.
Qiqi was not far away, frowning as she watched Zhang Lang and her father talking. She couldn't hear what they were saying even though she pricked up her ears.
"You two have participated, so here's how. Take these twenty dollars. I'll reimburse you for the taxi fare back home."
After Zhang Lang finished speaking, Xiao Fu sensibly handed twenty Hong Kong dollars to the short winter melon. The boss said that the one hundred million dollars was his share, and as a rich man he didn't feel sorry at all for paying twenty Hong Kong dollars.