When the two men in suits got up from the ground again, the short man was so ashamed that he simply wanted to dig a hole in the ground, learn how eels drill holes, and crawl into it, never wanting to come out again!
A grand late Golden Core cultivator had actually been scared to piss his pants by spiritual pressure … this spiritual pressure was definitely at the level of a f * * king commander, right?!
Ah … they really wanted to die!
The two men in suits sighed with emotion in their hearts.
Fortunately, Father Wang was a warm-hearted person. Seeing that the short man had been scared to the point of pissing his pants, he hurriedly had Mother Wang dig out a pair of pants that he didn't usually wear and hand it over. "Brother, it's not easy to make a living out here. Be careful what you say and do in the future. This pair of pants is my contribution to you. "
"…" The two men in suits stared at the thick long johns in Father Wang's hands, their foreheads beaded with sweat and they were speechless.
Before they left, Father Wang even helped them sort out the banknotes that had been scattered on the floor of the Wang family's house.
Father Wang found another sack for himself, picked up a bundle of ten thousand yuan bills, and threw them inside.
The two men in suits wiped at their sweat. "Mr Wang, we didn't reach a deal, you can't touch this money …"
"Oh?" Father Wang had a cigarette in his mouth, and the lenses of his black-rimmed glasses reflected the villa's lights. He just tilted his head, which somehow gave the two men in suits the feeling that he was a gangster bro … they subconsciously stepped back to keep their distance.
They couldn't afford to offend a Nascent Soul big shot gangster bro!
Father Wang ignored them and threw another four bundles of money into the sack. "The fifty thousand yuan in this sack is for our carpet. You see, you've dirtied our carpet, you have to pay for it, don't you? "
The men in suits didn't dare speak. "…"
Before he could finish speaking, Father Wang threw another five bundles of money into the sack. "The fifty thousand yuan now is for mental damage and for disinfection. There are a lot of bacteria in human urine, so I've decided to disinfect our small villa after you leave. That's not too much, right? "
"…"
Then, after some thought, Father Wang threw another five bundles of money.
The men in suits were anxious. "Mr Wang, you can't do that … the money you took is all public money. We have to pay for it … "
Father Wang calmly took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled a stream of smoke on the long johns that the short man in a suit had changed into. "This fifty thousand yuan is for the long johns, isn't that too much?"
The two men in suits were almost roaring in their hearts: Not too much your sister! Fifty thousand for a pair of long johns! Even the black market wasn't this shady!
If it wasn't for their fear of Father Wang's "realm," the two men in suits would have already been unable to suppress the urge in their hearts to fight!
But!
They didn't dare!
However, in order to express his protest, the short man in the suit had already taken off his long johns, revealing his Tower of Babel … Obviously, this short man had already decided to give up. At worst, I'll just run around naked! After all, they were all men! In this wilderness, no one would be able to see them!
Seeing this, Father Wang raised his eyebrows, then took out five bundles of money from the suitcase and put them in the sack.
"Mr. Wang, you …"
"You should wear the long johns. Who knows if they're contaminated with the toxins in your urine. I don't want these long johns anymore. It's no use even if you take them off. By the way, this fifty thousand yuan is for my pair of eyes. It's not too much, isn't it? "
"…" The two men in suits didn't dare move at all. They were afraid that their next move would give Father Wang an excuse to demand compensation …
Finally, Father Wang looked at the two hundred thousand in cash in the sack with satisfaction, and escorted the two men in suits to the front door.
They braced themselves and bowed to Father Wang. The short man in a suit was still wearing long johns, which made the whole scene look a little comical.
"Mr. Wang, we'll definitely come back again …"
Crossing his arms, Father Wang leaned against the door. "The next time we come, will it still be the two of you?"
The man in a suit broke out in a sweat. "That … depends."
Father Wang stretched out his hand and patted the short man on the shoulder. He shook his head and sighed. "Brother, it's not that I want to criticize you … but your Tower of Babel is really too small, it's not even half the size of mine. It's practically a Babylonian enoki mushroom. It's really embarrassing to show it. Next time you come, remember to find a bigger one. "
The man in a suit: "…"
After saying that, Father Wang slammed the door shut with a "bang."
From a distance in the bedroom, it was as if Wang Ling could hear the sound of the man in the long johns in a suit's soul being pierced by Father Wang's poisonous tongue …
…
In fact, this wasn't the first time that the Wang family father and son had put on a two-man show like this. In the past, when people had come to the Wang family to cause trouble, they had often used this trick to scare people away, creating the illusion that the owner of the Wang family's desolate little villa had terrifying strength.
A long time ago, when Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had come to the Wang family to visit them, the Wang father and son had used this trick to thoroughly scare him off. Thus, Father and Mother Wang knew of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's existence. Furthermore, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal respected Father and Mother Wang very much …
After all, Wang Ling's strength was obvious.
In Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart, Wang Ling was already an extremely terrifying thousand-year-old monster. In Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart, Father Wang was an Almighty on the level of a living fossil.
Hence, all these years, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had always regarded the Wang family's small villa as a holy land … In this little-known little villa in the desolate countryside lived a family of big shots in the cultivation world who yearned to live an ordinary life.
This was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's overall understanding of the Wang family.
…
…
After the two men in suits left, they got into a black car driven by the tall man in a suit, and sped off as if they were running away.
Not long after they drove off, the short man's wristwatch rang …
"How did it go, did you succeed?"
"Apologies, Lord Supervisor, the mission failed …"
"A whole forty million and you still couldn't take them down? There's no way an ordinary family could resist this kind of temptation! "
The short man in a suit was about to cry. "Lord Supervisor, the problem is … this family isn't ordinary! This Wang Jiao isn't at the Qi Condensation stage at all! He's been faking it all along! He's a Nascent Soul big shot! With just one spiritual pressure, we were all knocked down and couldn't move at all! "
Nascent Soul …
On the other end of the line, the supervisor was also stunned. "Are you sure?"
How could such an expert appear out of nowhere in an ordinary family who lived in a small villa in the desolate countryside with a clear background?
"Absolutely!" the man in a suit replied.
The supervisor sighed in his heart; he didn't think his subordinates would have the guts to lie to him. But looking at the current situation, it was already no longer going to be easy to obtain the stone ghost mask …
"How about this, tomorrow, I'll go there myself. I'll meet this expert … by the way, don't tell me you didn't get anything else this time? "
The short man in a suit was blank for a moment, then replied weakly, "Underwear … do long johns count?"
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