Happy to death, this is a very appropriate adjective.
The drug Song Ye gave to Leng Yuexin's wine was a stronger version of the drug. In addition to being non-addictive, it would continue to produce physiological reactions until the person's energy was exhausted and he died.
After all, this was a secret move. She knew that Leng Yuexin would not let her go, and she never thought of showing mercy.
"Devil, you devil..." Leng Fang could no longer control the roar in his mouth. The young man in white clothes in front of him looked innocent, but in fact he was completely dark in his bones. If the Leng family's failure was a huge blow to him, then Leng Yuexin's incurability was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Now Leng Fang, who is holding his cell phone with a face filled with grief and anger, does not look like a condescending boss at all.
"Okay, I give up, I give up. If you want drug trading channels, I'll leave it to you." Leng Fang stood up slumped, walked to the side and took out the documents he had prepared in advance. He didn't expect that he would end up here. step.
After handing the things over, Song Ye opened them for acceptance on the spot. After confirming the contents at a glance, he handed the things over to Zhao Chongbin behind him.
The latter took it, but his movements were slightly stiff. When he looked at Song Ye, Zhao Chongbin even had a little fear in his eyes.
Yes, fear.
From entering the wealthy Leng family in the capital to negotiate, to being surrounded by dead soldiers, and then to Song Ye taking action, Zhao Chongbin had a chill on his back, but the young man in front of him was calm and composed. Although the situation seemed to be at a disadvantage, he could In fact, the opponent has already been choked.
Zhao Chongbin felt a little confused from this fear. What kind of strength and background did the young man in front of him have to have such a scheming plan
No one answered him, not even Song Ye would answer any of his questions at this moment.
This negotiation is still continuing.
"I've given you the stuff, where's Yue Xin's antidote?" Leng Fang calmed down and asked for an equal price.
It's a pity, "Mr. Leng misunderstood, that's not all." Song Ye's cold voice was like an elegant violin, with a slow and leisurely tone.
"Song Ye, don't go too far. This piece of drug-drug cake is enough to kill you. Our Leng family can't compete with you anymore. What else do you want?" Leng Fang gritted his teeth, wishing that he could kill the man in front of him with one shot. A young man who is pushing his limits.
Song Ye met his gaze with a cold smile, "Additional condition is that I want your Leng family to disappear within the borders of the capital."
The Leng family's industries have completely withdrawn from the capital!
In this place where every inch of land is at a premium, the capital is the heart of the Leng family's industry. If they withdraw from the capital, the Leng family's vitality will definitely suffer even more.
"This is impossible." Leng Fang gritted his teeth, trying to make a last-ditch struggle.
Song Ye sat on the sofa, pointing his slender fingertips on the armrest, contentedly, "You are not qualified to negotiate with me. Now that you want to regain the trust of the Qin family, the only bargaining chip left is Leng Yuexin. She Even if you die, you can't be Qin Feng's father-in-law."
Leng Fang took a breath. He didn't expect that Song Ye could even see into his thoughts. He was shocked and hated the suffocating feeling of being held in someone's hand.
It is true that he does not love this unrelated daughter very much. The anger over the scandal in the hotel is only temporary. Now that the Leng family has lost power, the only thing he can take advantage of is the relationship between Leng Yuexin and Qin Feng, who is expected to embrace the Qin family again. Of this big tree, only Leng Yuexin was left.
However, all these plans were under Song Ye's control, and now what was available became her reason to increase her chips.
If they don't agree, the Leng family can only survive in the capital. If they agree, they may have a chance to make a comeback.
In the end, he could only agree, "Okay, I promise you."
Song Ye likes to get things done at once, and Leng Yuexin's health obviously can't afford it, so Leng Fang asked his secretary to sort out all the properties in the capital and sign the equity sale.
Lunch that day was held in the villa. Song Ye was rarely in the mood to cook by himself and cooked a large table full of dishes, saying it was to celebrate the happy cooperation between the two parties.
The wine glasses collided with each other, the red wine swirled in the glasses, and finally merged into the thin lips.
Leng Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know how to feel. He wanted to smile and said, "Happy cooperation."
Damn it, happy cooperation, this is simply a unilateral suppression, a white wolf with nothing, crushing the Leng family to death with a stone.
These curses are only done in the bottom of my heart, and on the surface it is still a scene of harmony and wealth.
Zhao Chongbin and his brothers were also lucky enough to taste Song Ye's cooking, and they all praised it. Halfway through the meal, Song Ye walked into the kitchen and looked up at him with his mouth full of oil, "Have you finished eating?"
"Well..." Zhao Chongbin paused and quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue, knowing that Song Ye had something for him to do.
"After eating, go to the toilet and wait for me to knock out a dead soldier. Wait for me to come over." After Song Ye gave a few instructions, he turned around and left.
Zhao Chongbin laughed bitterly. After eating, he had to go to the toilet and wait. Not to mention how miserable he was, but after all, it was Song Ye's order that he did not dare to neglect. Soon he slipped to the toilet outside the garden.
After having enough food and wine, people will naturally have three urgent needs. Even the dead soldiers of the Leng family have to deal with eating, drinking and diarrhea, so Zhao Chongbin succeeded in the plot smoothly.
Ten minutes later, Song Ye came over and saw the dead soldier in the flowers beside him. He raised his eyebrows and praised Zhao Chongbin, "Good skills."
Zhao Chongbin scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Haha, it's a sneaky trick." After all, it wasn't a real fight, and he didn't have the embarrassment to be shameless.
Song Ye didn't look at his pretty face anymore. He squatted next to the dead man and raised his hand to break the man's neck. Zhao Chongbin behind him gasped in shock and almost exited the flowers before being discovered.
Killing people, this is really killing people.
Although Zhao Chongbin had killed people on the battlefield and was stained with blood, he was never like Song Ye, who calmly broke people's necks with just a click. It was really too cruel.
Before he could finish his shock, Song Ye had already turned over the body of the dead man, took out a knife and cut out the chip on the back of the neck. If she guessed correctly, this should be the last batch of dead men of the Leng family.
After taking the things, Zhao Chongbin stood there to watch, watching Song Ye go deeper into the flowers, took out a USB flash drive to transfer data, and after a while made another call, said something and waited for me to take action, then hung up. .
"Song Ye, what are you..." After leaving the flowers, only a few minutes later, Zhao Chongbin stood beside Song Ye. He was still confused and didn't know what the other party wanted to do, let alone where to start asking.
Song Ye replied calmly, "Leng Fang is right, this world is a cannibal world."