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Quan San had several positions. On the surface, he was the CEO of the X National Benefit Corporation, but in reality, he relied on the aptitude of the country's separately listed enterprise groups to engage in the underground casino maritime gambling business.

His Yuhua Insurance Properties Hotel Management Co., Ltd., is a subsidiary of the company, is a secondary subsidiary of the X National Insurance Group.

Mainly to high-end property management, such as intelligent office buildings, intelligent apartments, villas, intelligent exhibition halls, shopping malls and other public property management, in addition to high-star hotel management and consultant management lines.

Quan San was very ambitious. Other than killing people, there was only the hobby of earning money. Men did not earn money for the sake of earning money. Men did so for the sake of stimulating others.

Quan San was a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of tigers. He was famous for his ruthlessness and his bloodthirsty madness, and it was said that a strong dragon was hard for a snake to suppress a local tyrant. And his strong dragon would soon become invincible throughout the world with just a pair of iron fists, continuously annexing the land that the older generation relied on to survive in the underworld, crazily stretching its tentacles into other people's rice bowls to look for food, and it had long been a bomb in the toilet — provoking the anger of the people.

Even if he had a resourceful old man backing him up, he still couldn't stand up to the desperate fugitive who wanted to die with him after losing everything. He had to kill one less and two more to earn a pair.

His ambition was only for the sake of excitement. This time, the man extended his tentacles towards the fat, oily business of the underground boxing ring, hoping to combine the management of a special industry to move the WBA (World Boxing Association) into his underground kingdom. Not on the road, but on the underground gambling boat.

With an excellent view, Quan San was still dressed in a dark green and black silk Tang suit. There was a low-key, luxurious look in the simple and unadorned suit, the silk coiled dragon buckle under his neck was meticulously tied up, the twin colors of the dragon crawled past the man's chest and coiled around his broad back, exposing a furious dragon head on its wide shoulders.

He was sipping tea, using his taste buds to feel the aroma of the Da Hong Pao tea. His sharp gaze pierced through the window with great vision, as if even the heavens were frightened by his sharp gaze. The originally cloudless sky suddenly turned dark, engulfing the bright sunlight.

The man's eyes were like torches. He didn't find the people running around in a hurry funny, nor did he have any sympathy for them.

Just as Quan San lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, a figure entered his sharp vision when he raised his eyes again.

His camel-colored windbreaker was wrapped in a beige tight cardigan, his lower body was covered in khaki green casual pants, and his feet were covered with a pair of calfskin men's fashion shoes. He looked a bit like his family's Second Brother.

Heh ~ Quan San snorted coldly in his heart. He really did have some sort of fate with this father and son duo, he would bump into them no matter where he goes!

The rain was drizzling. Quan San looked at Liu Tie's empty hands and didn't see brat beside him, so he quickly ran from the pedestrian to the rain in front of the teahouse to avoid the rain. The rain was not very fierce, but the wind was howling and whistling as it blew back and forth, knocking over Liu Tie's windbreaker several times, forcing the man to raise his collar to protect himself from the cold.

Separated by a layer of clear glass and a curtain of rain, Quan San unexpectedly saw the windbreaker under Wu Tie's butt flip up. The wind savagely bit at the man's slim waist, causing his neatly tucked beige shirt to almost fall out of his skin.

A perfectly round butt …

It wasn't strange for humans to have special hobbies. Quan San was like a perverted uncle who liked to use a woman's D cup bra to eat and eat. It was the same principle.

(Note: If there is a Northeast language in which children's shoes do not understand, you can ask Tang Niang and call: Northeast language XX meaning, OK)

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Emma, is there anyone watching? In a hegemon, my old man would piss in a puddle!