Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Just after drinking half a glass of wine, the lights in the villa suddenly flickered, and in the next instant, the whole room was completely dark.

Song Zhi leaned in front of the bar and frowned. Is the power outage?

He swallowed the wine in his mouth, then calmly put down the glass in his hand, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, turned on the flashlight function, raised the mobile phone and walked towards the place where the electric box was installed.

Be prepared to check to see if the power has tripped.

It was just that he had just approached the power safe, and under the light from the mobile phone, a man in black was standing upright against the wall, with a metal mask on his face.

The mobile phone light reflects cold light on the metal mask, and with a black suit, it looks like a killing god.

Song Zhi was startled, and the phone almost fell to the ground. The drink that was already on the top of his head suddenly jolted, and he was more than half awake. He even rubbed his eyes, making sure it wasn't dazzling, "You, you, who are you?"

Song Zhi said incoherently, he took a few steps back again and again, and the other free hand was still waving by his side, as if to find out if there were any nearby weapons to defend himself.

The man in black wearing a metal mask let out a sneer and approached Song Zhi step by step. He also held a baseball bat in his hand and slowly raised it in the air, "Are you looking for this?"

Song Zhi's body trembled, he almost reflexed and ran away, but the entire hall was pitch-dark, and the light in the phone didn't work at all in the panic.

After a while, he tripped and fell to the ground, and the phone didn't hold steady, and fell to the ground. He didn't dare to pick it up, and just stared at the person who was constantly approaching him.

"Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch a single hair on me, our Song family will never let you go." Song Zhi moved the Song family out.

He thought that the other party would be apprehensive when he heard the Song family, but he never expected the other party to sneer after hearing the word Song family.

"The Song family, which onion is it?" The man in the metal mask looked down at Song Zhi with dark eyes, and the baseball bat in his hand swung heavily from the air.

Song Zhi's pupils shrank, and he could almost clearly feel the force coming from his face. Just when he thought he was about to hit the tip of his nose, the air suddenly stopped in the next second.

Song Zhi looked at the baseball bat that was close at hand, and was instantly dripping with cold sweat.

The man in the metal mask put away the baseball bat,

Carrying it on his shoulders, he took a step forward unhurriedly, and his feet in leather shoes stepped straight on Song Zhi's ankles, causing him to let out a scream.

"I can crush countless pieces of trash like you every day, understand?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhi felt a sharp pain in the ankle of his other foot, and screamed again.

All the doors and windows in the villa are closed, and the sound insulation effect is very good, so no one outside can hear the noise, no matter how loud it is.

Great for punching people.

Ten minutes later, the man wearing a metal mask walked out of the villa in an open and fair manner. As soon as he exited the gate, he seemed to have already calculated the time when a car drove over from the driveway not far away.

He opened the door, bent over and sat in.

The car window slowly lowered, and the man took off the metal mask on his face, revealing Cheng Ming's stocky face.

He glanced at the villa, looked back, and let the men in front drive the car.