The son-in-law of the first wealthy family

Mu Sheng helplessly looked at the stern face of the man in front of him.

Once this person is impatient about some things, he is easy to get on top of.

This man's performance is very consistent with this.

But Musheng is going to teach him an unforgettable lesson today.

After picking up the phone, Mu Sheng smiled and dialed a number, and the voice of Mu Sheng's butler, who specializes in serving Mu Sheng, came from there immediately.

"Wait, let me tell you about an account, and you can send 100 million to it."

Mu Sheng didn't have any extra explanations, so the housekeeper wouldn't ask too much. Anyway, fulfilling all Mu Sheng's requirements is the purpose of his existence.

As for whether someone will make this phone call indiscriminately, the housekeeper will not be too worried, because you have seen that phone call with a hash key.

And the number has more than twenty digits.

Therefore, even if it is not Mu Sheng, the person who can make this call must be someone related to Mu Sheng.

As for whether Mu Sheng will forget this phone call, judging by the practitioner's sea of ​​consciousness, there is no possibility that he will forget a series of numbers.

"One million, pay back one million? I'm not afraid of bragging and blowing you to death."

When the middle-aged man saw Mu Sheng's attitude at first, he felt uneasy for a while, but Mu Sheng directly said 100 million, which made him feel that his IQ had been insulted.

A beggar-like man in the desert of Northwest China came to a clothing store and couldn't even afford to buy clothes, and when he opened his mouth, it was actually 100 million.

This man is probably not a lunatic.

Suddenly the man felt that Mu Sheng seemed like a lunatic. If he won a bet with a lunatic, it seemed that the other party would not be able to execute the bet.

"Come on, give me an account number."

But Mu Sheng ignored the mental activity of the middle-aged man next to him, and called directly to the waiter at the front desk.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then immediately wrote his bank card number on the note.

"I read, you enter this card number."

Mu Sheng immediately read out a string of bank card numbers.

After Mu Sheng finished reading, less than a second later, the cell phone of the front desk clerk suddenly rang.

Mu Sheng pointed to the waiter with his head, reminding her to take a look.

The waiter took out his mobile phone and immediately covered his mouth with a shocked look on his face.

"My performance is over, it's your turn, please!" Mu Sheng made a gesture of letting go, and the middle-aged man looked like he had eaten shit.

"What are you doing, what are you gathering here to do?"

Suddenly, a scarred man with a stick came out, and all the locals around stepped back.

But those foreign tourists looked at the scarred man holding a stick in doubt.

Fortunately, those locals pulled the outsiders away, and then secretly muttered about the identity of the man with the scar.

"Hey, he came to the street howling with his revealing clothes, and said he wanted to break my legs."

The middle-aged man saw the man with the scar coming, and immediately ran over.

Because when he first entered this small town, he only played for a few days, and met the man with the scar who came up to collect protection money, saying that it was to ensure his safety in this small town.

The middle-aged man naturally regarded him as a local law enforcement officer, thinking that this was the rule in places like the northwest desert.

This small town on the edge of the northwest desert is naturally far away from the city, and there is not even a person who enforces the law. This small town is pulled out of a village.

The man with the scar was just a law enforcement officer appointed by himself temporarily, and he usually ate and drank in the small town.

It's just that no one dared to provoke him because he was more ferocious.

The man with the scar fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man, as if he had indeed frightened this man a few days ago and asked him to give him thousands of dollars as protection money.

He looked at Mu Sheng again, his face was full of dust, anyway, he couldn't recognize him, and he had never seen such a person before.

I also felt that Mu Sheng was easy to provoke, so I stood directly in front of him in a pissed off manner, and said loudly, "Brother, where are you messing around? How dare you touch the person I saved with Scar?"

Mu Sheng looked at the scarred face, and there was indeed a scar on his neck, but Mu Sheng could tell at a glance that it must have been left by an operation. If it was really cut by a knife, he didn't think it would look like this.

He looked at the middle-aged man and his female companion with a snake face.

What kind of misfortune has happened to me, that I can meet such a few strange things in this small town.

This scarred face also looks like a social person, probably because he has never been beaten by society.

"Why do you think that if I want to talk to you, it's just because of the incision you made in this operation? It's called Scar?"

Mu Sheng touched Scarface's neck with his hands, and then looked disdainful.

"I'm damn!" The scar was furious. It was discovered that he had been operated on. This person cannot be kept.

Scar Man immediately wanted to raise his stick to hit Mu Sheng, but Mu Sheng turned the hand touching Scar's face and neck into a grabbing posture.

I saw Mu Sheng lifted the man with the scar directly out of thin air.

Everyone around screamed and panicked, and then the middle-aged man ran out of the store immediately, ignoring his girlfriend.

"Am I allowing you to go?"

Mu Sheng grabbed the scarred man's neck, and turned his eyes to the direction in which the middle-aged man was running.

The middle-aged man stopped immediately, and then looked at Mu Sheng attentively.

"Little brother, I was the one who contradicted you because I didn't know Taishan. Tell me how much, I'll pay. I just want to make friends with you."

The middle-aged man began to give in, his hands in a gesture of begging forgiveness.

"It's okay, I just want to watch your performance, please." Mu Sheng had no other requirements, since this person wanted his own leg before, he must have the consciousness of breaking his leg.

Otherwise, the head of the Mu family, Mu Shengtang, is here to play house with these people?

The middle-aged man was shocked by Mu Sheng's words, but the body of the scarred man who was still struggling suddenly stopped gradually.

Mu Sheng looked over and saw that this person was about to be strangled by himself.

After teaching the scarred man a lesson, he threw it directly to the ground, then turned to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man swallowed his throat, and the expression on his face kept changing, as if he was struggling to break his leg.

"You don't want to, do you want me to help?" Mu Sheng showed a mysterious smile at this time, and gradually approached the middle-aged man.

"I was wrong, please let me go, I will give you as much money as you want."

The middle-aged man suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, then hugged Mu Sheng's legs tightly with both hands, begging for mercy.

Mu Sheng looked amused, this middle-aged man used to look domineering, but now he has become like a dog in the water, Mu Sheng looked boring, and he no longer wanted to pay attention to this man.

Just when Mu Sheng was about to pick up the clothes next to him and leave directly, ignoring these people.

The man with the scar suddenly sprang up from the ground and pulled out a dagger from his waist, while the middle-aged man hugged Mu Sheng's legs tightly, with a hideous look on his face.