Secrets of a Son-in-law 2

Chapter 209 Talent!

Who is sitting on that couch?

"I don't care who you are!" Andri Feng shouted and pointed towards Mario Wang: "Hit..."

At this point, he stopped.

He saw the face of Mario Wang.

A calm, indifferent, and even slightly lazy facial expression, the man ate the orange slowly and systematically, his two eyes somewhat sagely, the contours of his slanted face, and the iconic eyebrows......

“Master, master Wang!” Andri Feng was full of vigor, his expression was like seeing a ghost, both his eyes were glaring, his mind instantly understood everything, and his mouth became uncomfortable: “I, me, me, me……"

Yell out!

He immediately knelt on the floor, opened his bow with both hands, and slapped his face violently, tearing his voice apart: "Master Wang — forgive me!"

Behind Andri Feng, thirty or forty of his men had been holding knives and sticks, shouting and rushing towards Mario Wang along with those two Long Group fighters. Seeing this posture, they were instantly dumbfounded, frozen in place and did not dare to move, then inhaled a breath of cold air.

On the carpet of the Presidential Suite, the new Yuda Zhuo would struggle to rise to his feet. At this moment, he was also stunned with a puzzled expression on his face.

What kind of situation is this?

How could boss Feng, such an incredible big man, be able to kneel down for the boy? The kid — who exactly is he?!

"Andri." Mario Wang is calm and down. He ate all the oranges before speaking slowly, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Bringing so many people here, do you want to hit me?"

Andri Feng shivered all over his body, he did not even bother to slap himself. Both of his arms swayed wildly: "Go, go all, quickly get out of here!"

Thirty or forty of his men did not even dare to breathe. No matter how they entered, they came out like a gust of wind.

My God, what kind of god is that young man who scared our Feng boss to this extent? The further away from the young man, the better!

Yuda Zhuo also did not struggle to get up again, he lay on the floor with his eyes closed and pretended to be dead, but cried in his heart.

Really bad this time!

Boss Feng, the big fellow who should not be provoked, instantly knelt down when they met. What identity does the man actually have?

No wonder, he had such a powerful aura just now, with such a strong waist, and it was so hard to speak - he was not pretending, he was serious!

“Yuda! Yuda?” Andri Feng who was kneeling on the floor suddenly remembered something, rushing to Yuda Zhuo's side like a madman, pinching his neck, gritting his teeth and growling: "Fuck, you are blind huh, do you know who Lord Wang is? How could you offend mister Wang, explain to me, otherwise I will kill you!"

Yuda Zhuo did not dare to pretend to be dead anymore, he was even afraid to guess the identity of Mario Wang: "Master Wang, forgive me, me, me..."

He could not say anything more, studied Andri Feng's style just now, slapped his own face, then cried loudly: "I was wrong!"

“I'm sick of hearing these words.” Mario Wang got up to his feet from the sofa, walked to the front of the window in the Presidential Suite, looked into the frenzy outside, and said lightly, “Knowing mistakes can be corrected. Yuda, where is your fault?"

Yuda Zhuo looked at Mario Wang's back, as if he was looking at a volcano that could erupt at any moment. His heart was so frightened that it almost stopped beating, and his mouth was busy crying: "I was wrong. I'm not supposed to live, I'm blind, I ignore my conscience, I waste my food, I waste my land when I die, I die without a grave and pollute the air... I deserve to die ten thousand times!"

Mario Wang: "..."

Where did so many of these words come from? He deserves to be a paparazzi among paparazzi, talent!

“What are you talking about!” Andri Feng's angry face turned green, he kicked Yuda Zhuo: “How could you offend master Wang? What the hell's going on? Say it!"

Yuda Zhuo did not dare to say it, his mind changed rapidly, and he suddenly found the crux of the matter.

Hugo Wei's!

Because it was investigating Hugo Wei, he had just offended this great god in front of him.

Later then...

“Master Wang, master Wang!” Yuda Zhuo shouted, crying sadly: “I'll call, just a moment, you wait, wait a minute!”

After speaking, he hurriedly touched his pocket and it took a long time to remember that his phone was still in Mario Wang's hands, then his facial expression suddenly froze.

A PAAK!

Mario Wang threw Yuda Zhuo's phone: "Call!"

Yuda Zhuo trembled all over his body, he immediately grabbed his phone and made a call, almost roaring: "Dhison, the USB flash drive I gave you today, immediately destroy it, burn it, and throw it away, or whatever, the point is not to leave any trash! Also backup in my mailbox, delete it immediately. Hugo is our father, we have to erase all the negative news about him!"

On the phone, the voice of a shy young man was heard: "But..."

"But your head!" Yuda Zhuo was already on the verge of going crazy: "Just do as I say, or I will kill you!"

On the other end of the phone, Dhison Mao did not dare to delay, so he quickly deleted the information related to Hugo Wei and quickly replied Yuda Zhuo: "Sir Yuda, everything is in order. There's no more trash left."

Yuda Zhuo just hung up. When he saw Mario Wang standing in front of the window, he cried again: "Young master Wang, are you going to throw me out the window? Don't get your hands dirty, I'll jump myself!"

While speaking, he cried faintly, slowly walking towards the window, his legs trembling step by step.

Whether in the entertainment circle or in the variety show circle, Yuda Zhuo had already seen too many things like this.

If it offends someone who should not be offended, then it is better to die quickly. He already knew that he could not survive anymore today. He would be tortured alive or die happily - then jumping off the building was definitely a good idea!

“Did I tell you to jump from the building?” Mario Wang glanced at him and snorted coldly: “I want you dead, you cannot live. If I want you to live, you cannot die!”

Yuda Zhuo stopped and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant. His entire body was like falling into an ice warehouse. He felt a chill from the top of his head all the way to his heels, his eyes turned black for a while, and he almost fainted.

Not letting him die, then that - live like a dead man!

This great god in front of him had no intention of giving himself a happy life, he chose to torture himself!

“Master Wang!” Yuda Zhuo knelt on the floor again, wailing miserably: “I really know that I was wrong, please master be kind to me, huhuhu.”.

Andri Feng looked hard, took a dagger from his pocket, and placed it directly on Yuda Zhuo's neck: "Master Wang, will it tear him alive or torture him alive? Say, I'll do it now!"

"I said..." The corner of Mario Wang's mouth lifted, revealing a different smile: "Let go of him!"