Chapter 1860 Hey, Scumbag, Where's Your Face!

Two men with guns standing at the back were carrying a cloth bag, which seemed to contain a person.

The middle-aged man spread his hands, looked apologetic, and said, "Sorry, I think none of you can leave today."

Murong Mian glanced at each of them, and looked at the cloth bag for two more seconds.

His eyes finally fell on the face of the middle-aged man in the lead, and said, "Mr. Brown."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My wife is right, you are indeed a smart young man. It seems that our upcoming conversation will be very pleasant."

He is Mrs. Jones's husband, Mr. Brown, a... hypocritical hypocrite, a greedy politician, and an old man who will do anything to get what he wants.

Murong Mian sneered, a pleasant conversation, it would be worse than a life-and-death fight.

"Talk about how to make me obediently hand over all my property, or talk about how to avenge your wife?"

He paused and said sarcastically: "No, I think you won't avenge your wife like this."

Mr. Brown smiled very gentlemanly: "I have a very knowledgeable friend who told me that women are like leaves on a tree. They fall this year, and new ones will grow next year. Or, in the words of your country, women are like clothes. If they are dirty, just throw them away and buy new ones. There is no need to wash them again."

Murong Mian really wanted to cut his fake smiling face with a knife. He almost said that women are just things, and they don't need to be taken seriously.

"It seems that you want to talk to me about the first thing more." Murong Mian was very calm. He just felt that it seemed to be late and he should go back. Otherwise, he would be worried when Mian Mian woke up and found that he was not there.

Murong Mian took another look at Mrs. Murong, who fell to the ground with a blurred look in her eyes.

He sighed in his heart. It would be fine if they all died quickly, but it was like this that made him hesitate.

Brown waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I'm a politician, not a businessman. For me, money is not important. What's important is how money can help me get the position I want. I'm not her, so we can have friendly negotiations."

"You want me to sponsor you, right?"

"Yes, help me win the election, we can benefit each other. When you help me win the election, I can help you make more money and use the power in my hands to help you open up a wider trade market. I can provide you with more convenience. What do you think?"

Murong Mian said lightly, "It sounds good."

"Look, I said our conversation would be pleasant. As long as you agree and sign this agreement, I can let you take your mother away. I'm not that stupid woman. To me, who you are is not important." Brown smiled and looked quite kind.

"Yes, then you have the antidote?"

Mr. Brown shrugged: "Sorry, I don't have it. She did it herself, I didn't know."

"Then how dare you talk to me?" Murong Mian raised his eyelids lazily, and the mockery in his eyes flew over like a knife.

"You are alive and can take her body away. Isn't this the tolerance I give you?" Mr. Brown looked at Murong Mian and said the shameless words as if it was a matter of course.