The wealthy lady is very rebellious, and the vest she carries with her is as fierce as a tiger

Zhao Ning'er has always regarded herself as the favorite in this small circle.

Jiang Yin's appearance caused her to lose her position as the group's favorite.

So he wanted to use Zhou Anya's help to get rid of Jiang Yin's eyesore.

She watched the live broadcast last night from beginning to end.

If this trend continues, the Zhou family's downfall is inevitable.

Since there is a natural hostile relationship between the Zhou family and Jiang Yin, it is better to use Zhou Anya's help to get rid of those people who should not exist.

Zhou Anya frowned, "You want me to get rid of Jiang Yin?"

Zhao Ning'er smiled and said, "These words are so bloody. I do it for the benefit of your Zhou family."

"Jiang Yin has caused too much trouble. With her here, your parents, brothers, and yourself will all fall into a whirlpool of trouble."

"The reason why she dares to broadcast the news in a big way is because she has Mr. Bai Qi behind her to back her up."

"Without Master Bai Qi's blessing, do you think she can still make waves?"

The implication was to remind Zhou Anya to quickly take advantage of Bai Yanchen's absence in the capital to do the Jiang Yin.

How could Zhou Anya not see Zhao Ning'er's little tricks? If she uses her to get rid of Jiang Yin, the Zhou family will have endless troubles.

She would not do this kind of thankless business.

Although Zhao Ning'er didn't hold it in well, she provided Zhou Anya with an important clue.

"You just said that Mr. Bai Qi will leave the capital in the near future?"

Zhao Ning'er thought she had been persuaded by him and nodded hastily, "The source of the information is very reliable."

Zhou Anya rolled her eyes, "Do you know where Master Bai Qi is going?"

Zhao Ning'er didn't hide anything, "South Africa."

Far away in South Africa at another latitude.

Bai Yanchen, accompanied by Han Jun's Wen Ye and several other bodyguards, sat in the living room of a luxurious villa.

On the table is a large, dazzling diamond.

The diamond is visually estimated to be at least [-] carats.

"How about Mr. Bai, does this top-quality pigeon egg amaze you?"

The man who spoke was in his early thirties and his name was Martin.

Wearing a coquettish floral shirt, a tiger head necklace hangs around her neck, and her hands are full of gemstone rings.

There was a burning cigar between his fingertips.

Although he has lived in South Africa for many years, he speaks fluent Mandarin and obviously often interacts with Chinese people.

Bai Yanchen held the large pigeon egg in his hand and looked at it for a while.

"A little smaller than I expected."

As the diamond's origin, Bai Yanchen was slightly disappointed with the size of the diamond.

Martin raised his eyebrows, "430 carats of top quality, it's not small."

Bai Yanchen smiled, "Compared with the 1902-carat stone discovered by Thomas Cullinan in 3106, it is indeed a bit unsightly."

"in addition……"

Bai Yanchen threw the diamond in his hand back, "I came to deal with you sincerely, but you brought a fake one to entertain the guests."

"This kind of unflattering trick is not in line with hospitality."

Martin's expression changed instantly.

"Mr. Bai, there is a saying in your country that you can eat randomly, but you can't speak randomly."

"Can you get any substantial evidence if you question me entertaining buyers with fake goods?"

The bodyguards around the villa instantly entered a state of preparation for war.

Several bodyguards headed by Wen Ye also made a gesture of protecting their master.

The atmosphere between the two sides has reached a deadlock, and they are ready to start a fight at any time.

Only Bai Yanchen sat on the sofa with an unchanged expression.

"I don't have high requirements for my partners. As long as they can be honest, it's easy to negotiate the price. But you have obviously hit my bottom line."

"Just take a worthless moissanite and make up for it. There is no need to negotiate this deal between us."

After saying that, he stood up and took the people away.

Martin took a deep breath of his cigar and showed his big yellow teeth, "You can come and leave my territory whenever you want?"

Pointing to the box in Han Jun's hand with his chin, "You can leave, but leave all the swords to me!"

Bai Yanchen asked with interest: "Robbing tomorrow?"

Martin's face was full of arrogance, "When you come to my territory, you should abide by the rules of my territory."

He pointed at the bodyguards around him with his chin, "None of them are vegetarians."

Bai Yanchen slowly sat back down and said, "Okay, since Mr. Martin insists on keeping guests, I must give him this face."

Chong Wenye winked and said, "Play with them."

Wen Ye nodded: "Master Qi, look at it!"

Wen Ye and all the bodyguards had itchy hands after not moving their muscles for too long.

Although there are only eight people, they are all elite masters.

These bodyguards raised by Martin look big and rough, a bit bluffing, and completely inadequate in the face of real Kung Fu.

In less than 10 minutes, more than twenty bodyguards were beaten by Wen Ye and his party until they fell to the ground and could not get up.

Martin didn't expect that the situation would turn around like this. Just as he was about to get up, Bai Yanchen grabbed his hair and pushed him on the back of the sofa.

Bai Yanchen pulled out the half-burned cigar from his mouth and pressed it heavily between Martin's eyebrows.

The scalding temperature made Martin scream in pain.

Looking at his forehead, it was burnt black by the cigar.

Bai Yanchen's hand was so strong that Martin couldn't break free.

After admiring his miserable state for a while, Bai Yanchen stuffed the remaining half of the cigar back into Martin's mouth.

"Why do people who like smoking cigars hate each other more than the other?"

The last person who made him unhappy was Boss Bai.

Martin endured the severe pain and warned, "People named Bai, don't forget that this is my territory."

"Even if you walk out of this door, you won't be able to leave this villa alive."

"Outside, I spent real money to hire mercenaries with guns and ammunition. You are no match for them."

Bai Yanchen asked with interest: "So?"

Martin rubbed the burn wound on his forehead and said through gritted teeth:

"My bodyguard was injured by you. If you leave enough medical expenses, I will let you go."

As the biggest profiteer in the area, Martin wants nothing more than a fortune.

He really didn't have the large-gram diamond that Bai Yanchen wanted, and he didn't want this big fish to be snatched away by others, so he had to resort to this extreme method.

From the moment Han Jun followed Bai Yanchen into the door, Martin knew that the black box in his hand must contain cash.

A box full of money, such a donor will either leave wealth or his life.

Bai Yanchen sneered: "What will happen if you refuse to pay the medical bills?"

Martin's eyes were fierce, "Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

He pressed hard under the table.

Soon, sirens rang throughout the air.

As the alarm buzzed, a group of men wearing military uniforms, military boots, and carrying hot weapons broke into the villa one after another.

Martin pointed at the tall man in front with his chin and looked at Bai Yanchen with a threatening expression.

"Do you know who he is?"

The man is of mixed race, with very obvious Eastern European genes.

He has a handsome appearance, deep eyes, and a violent aura all over his body.

Martin proudly announced the identity of the other party, "The mercenary leader, Ksitigarbha."