I rely on supernatural powers to marry a wealthy family

Being so ignored by Zhanjue, Jesse's face was a little ugly. When he was about to get close to the old man, Jesse made a fool of his subordinates, and those people quickly stopped Zhanjue.

Feng Zhanjue looked back at him coldly, with displeasure in his eyes, and warned coldly: "Let these people go away immediately, or we will see who has the last laugh today.

"Feng Zhanjue, do you think you can win all the time? We already know the method of cracking your mental power. It's useless to us, do you know?"

Seeing that this man was still arrogant, Feng Zhanjue narrowed his eyes slightly and examined him.

"Jesse, you are too confident in yourself." After a moment of silence, Feng Zhanjue spoke coldly.

Obviously Jesse didn't like this kind of talk very much, he made a hand gesture to the supernatural being, and then stepped back to see his joke.

Feng Zhanjue laughed disdainfully, looking warily at those who planned to do something to him.

When a force rushed towards him, Feng Zhanjue moved quickly to dodge, and the porcelain vase from the late Qing Dynasty behind him was instantly shattered into pieces.

Unexpectedly, he was able to dodge. Jesse's face became gloomy again, and he glared fiercely at the person who made the mistake just now, and growled, "What's going on, are you blind?"

Seeing his violent temper, Feng Zhanjue sneered and mocked: "Jesse, the other party is human, please respect others."

"Stop provoking our relationship." Jesse turned his head and shouted at Feng Zhanjue.

Seeing that he was still so angry, Feng Zhanjue shrugged helplessly, folded his hands as if watching the show, and quietly watched him reprimand others.

Perhaps it was because he was embarrassed to look at Jesse so bluntly. He retracted his eyes angrily, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

While he was still calm, Feng Zhanjue was quietly observing these people, trying to find a breakthrough to bring the old man behind him.

Seeing his purpose, the old man smiled at him, shook his head and said, "Grandpa is fine. I haven't seen any big storms and waves for so many years. How is Guoguo? Have you not rested for a long time?"

At this time, the old man still wanted to care about himself, Feng Zhanjue felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "Guoguo is fine, grandpa, don't worry, you will be fine."

Listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, Jesse's eyes slowly gathered deep meaning, he glanced at Feng Zhanjue, and then turned his gaze elsewhere.

After they finished talking, Jesse looked at Feng Zhanjue again, and said with a smile, "Our request is not high, help us escape from the country."

"You think I can do it?" Feng Zhanjue raised his eyebrows and mocked.

But Jesse nodded calmly, looked straight at his mocking eyes, and said, "It's normal for others not to understand, but I know it was your idea that Yang Baichen was almost deported."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Feng Zhanjue calmly, as if he was sure that he would agree.

After doing so many bad things, he still wanted to leave. Before Feng Zhanjue could speak, the old man answered for him, and refused: "Ah Zhan won't agree to you, so you just give up."

"Shut up!" Jesse yelled at him suddenly.

He winked at the supernatural being standing behind the old man. The supernatural person raised his head and stared at the old man with full attention. After a while, the old man suddenly held his neck, and it became very difficult to breathe.

Seeing him gradually becoming painful, Jesse laughed, looking proudly at Feng Zhanjue, waiting for him to give himself a satisfactory answer.

And the old man also stared at Feng Zhanjue, and said with difficulty: "Don't... promise!"

Seeing that he was still able to speak, Jesse signaled to the supernatural being to increase his strength.

"Stop!" Feng Zhanjue's eyes were red, he clenched his fists and looked at Jesse, and asked hoarsely, "Can I just help you escape from the country?"

"No, of course it's not that simple." Jesse shook his finger. He handed Feng Zhanjue a bank card and said with a smile, "We need [-] million, and then help me release my boss."

"Jesse, you need to know how to behave properly. There is solid evidence of human trafficking in Tucson. They also tried to resist and beat the police, and even killed innocent people. Even if I want to help you, I can't do anything." Feng Zhanjue shrugged, expressing that he was sorry have no choice.

Jesse narrowed his eyes, he looked at the old man and said meaningfully: "If this is the case, let the old man be buried with my boss."

"Bam—"

As soon as the words fell, a pile of unknown things suddenly fell from the top of his head.

Everyone immediately looked at the top of their heads, and the previous reliefs suddenly shattered.

Soon there was a very strange fragrance, and after a while, all those supernatural beings fell to the ground.

"What's going on!" Jesse was dumbfounded, and roared at Feng Zhanjue.

At such a good time, Feng Zhanjue kicked the old man's back, protected the old man behind his back, took out a pistol and pointed it at Jesse, and slightly parted his thin lips: "Jesse, you look so ugly."

"Damn it!" Jesse cursed under his breath.

Both Watts and the Xu family rely too much on mental power, which is also their weakness. Once they leave mental power, they are no different from disabled people.

Jesse picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and was about to throw it at Feng Zhanjue, but he dodged it and kicked Jesse by the way.

Up to now, Jesse is still unwilling to admit his failure. He turned pale and shook his head, muttering incessantly: "This is impossible, why did it happen?"

"Because you're stupid." Wen Nanfeng walked down the stairs and replied blankly.

Feng Zhanjue had already guessed that it was Wen Nanfeng from the time these spices appeared just now. Seeing him coming down the stairs at this time, Feng Zhanjue frowned and asked, "How did you get in?"

Wen Nanfeng snorted coldly at him, pointed upstairs and said lightly: "Of course I came in through the window. I learned from these people. I won't pay for the glass."

"That's glass imported from Italy, the only two pieces!" Feng Zhanjue gritted his teeth and glared at him angrily.

"Then I can't help it. It's not my fault. There are a lot of people outside, so it's safe to come in from the back." Wen Nanfeng looked at him innocently and said.

They were the only ones bickering in such a dangerous place, the old man sighed, shook his head and said, "You guys, it's just a piece of glass, I'll just pay you."

I knew that the old man would turn to him, but Feng Zhanjue was still very angry, gritted his teeth and said, "There are only those two yuan left in the world!"

"This..." The old man looked at Wen Nanfeng and asked, "You won't really smash those two pieces of glass, will you?"

Wen Nanfeng gave Feng Zhanjue a blank stare, raised his chin and looked away, "I'm not that stupid, I knocked on the glass of my study, only there is lower and easier to enter."

He is not as high as those who have practiced easily, and the mechanism on the ceiling is also in his study, so of course he can only enter his study.