Beauty's Supreme Expert

Zhang Dong's attitude was more important when he saw the attitude of the beer belly towards the old man and the bodyguards that were always by his side.    

When Zhang Dong saw the old man, he naturally stood behind Nalan Xiong.    

For a fighter like Zhang Dong to be so respectful, it was clear who the old man was.    

The current Patriarch of Nalan Family, Nalan Xiong, was also the old man who used to sell talismans on the antique street.    

"The reason why I set up the stall to sell the Talisman Selling Talisman was probably because I was too free. After that, I suddenly left, probably because I was afraid that someone would see through my identity."    

Thinking back to that scene, Lin Fann joked, "Bro, you are very stable."    

"Haha, wasn't all of this seen through by you, Brother Lin?"    

Hearing Liu Tie's teasing, Nalan Xiong laughed and said, "Thank you, Brother Lin, for your Talisman. Otherwise, I would have been unable to get out of bed."    

After using the Evil Repelling Talisman s that Lin Fann gave him, the yin poison that was left in his body was dispelled and his body recovered.    

All of this was thanks to Lin Fann.    

"Brother, it's the same thing."    

Lin Fann did not talk much about this matter. He pointed to the beer belly on the ground: "Noble FuturArc is owned by your Nalan Family?"    

"Brother Lin is right, Noble FuturArc is an industry for our Nalan Family."    

Seeing Lin Fann's gloomy expression, Nalan Xiong quickly asked, "Brother Lin, what happened just now? "Did this guy provoke you? I'll immediately get someone to cripple him."    

Bada.    

Ye Zichen crawled up with a lot of effort, but before he could recover from the slap, he was scared senseless when he heard Nalan Xiong's words.    

Withdrawing his gaze from the beer belly, Lin Fann shook his head: "Brother Nalan, since it's part of your family's business, don't you know what Noble FuturArc is?"    

"Brother Lin, now that the family's businesses have been handed over to my son to take care of, I'm in second place."    

Nalan Xiong Liu took out his phone and said, "I'll call him now and have him come over to explain what's going on."    

Nalan Xiaoyu, who was in a meeting at the company, immediately pressed the answer button when he heard his father's call: "Dad, I'm in a meeting, what's the matter?"    

"You bastard, I'll give you ten minutes, hurry up and come here with Noble FuturArc. If I don't see you in ten minutes, don't recognize me as your father."    

Nalan Xiong directly cursed as he picked up the phone without giving his son any chance to explain himself.    

"Dad, what happened? "Dad?"    

Nalan Xiaoyu, who had been scolded until he was confused, looked at the phone that had been hung up and felt a sense of relief.    

I don't think I've done anything recently, how did I get scolded?    

He suddenly thought of the ten minutes he had spent on the phone, hurriedly packed up his briefcase, and dispersed, quickly heading towards Noble FuturArc.    

Ten minutes later, he arrived at Noble FuturArc with his secretary.    

The first to enter his vision was the old tutor chatting happily with a young man.    

This made Murong Xiaoyu a little puzzled. There was actually someone who could enter the old man's eyes?    

But what made him curious was that this young man looked a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.    

He looked around at the injured security guards who were sitting on the floor. There was also a beer belly that was covered in blood?    

Here, did a fight just happen?    

After he finished analyzing the situation, Murong Xiaoyu put on his suit and walked towards the old man with an imposing manner.    

"Dad, what happened?"