The six heads of the family dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out. How dare they provoke the commanders of the Yiren Organization?

But Midil did such a thing as to win over the host as soon as he arrived in Tiannan Province, which really made the six of them unacceptable.

The six people looked at each other, as if they were expecting someone to stand up at such a time to express their complaints on their behalf. Han Wenshi took a step forward, opened his mouth and said in a squirting voice: "Sir Mi, I'm afraid I can't agree to this matter!"

The Han family is considered a middle-class family in Tiannan Province. Han Wenshi just took over the Han family two years ago, but in a short period of time, he made the Han family prosperous. How could he easily hand over the Han family, which is now in full swing to Midil?

When Midil heard this, he bounced the ashes in his hand, and a cold light flashed at the corner of his eyes. He laughed dryly, "Hehe, the head of the Han family is considered a backbone person, but before saying such words, you must first inquire about the difference in status! Otherwise, it will only cause you to lose your life!"

"Sir Mi, what do you mean?"

Han Wenshi's heart suddenly tightened and he kept calling out.

"hehe……"

Midil did not respond, but just smiled coldly.

Before the laughter had fallen, the female assistant suddenly rushed to Han Wenshi's face and without saying a word, she punched Han Wenshi in the abdomen.

The movements are straightforward and the punches seem to be very powerful.

Han Wenshi fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He covered his stomach tightly with his hands, and his body curled up like a shrimp.

Even though the spiritual power cultivator with the small cultivation of inner alchemy was powerless in front of this female assistant, it showed how terrifying this female assistant was.

The other five heads of the family looked at each other, lowered their heads timidly, and did not dare to speak at all.

The female assistant wrapped her arms around her, looking down at Han Wenshi, who was like an ant on the ground with cold eyes. "Han's head, if you don't want to die, sign the contract obediently!"

Han Wenshi clenched his fists with his eyes full of resentment. In front of such a powerful opponent, he was as humble as a speck of dust.

Midil put out the cigar and stood up slowly. He glanced at the other five heads of the family with cold eyes and said sternly: "Remember! No matter where I, Midil, is, I am the king!"

The five heads of the family dared not express different opinions. They responded with a sound like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then he pressed his handprint on the contract.

Late at night, the night is as bright as ink, a crescent moon hangs high above the dark night sky, pale moonlight falling, and the night wind blows, making people feel cold.

A group of three people in black jumped into the courtyard of the Peng family. The three of them waved their heads left and right, as if they were observing the surrounding environment. Then they exchanged glances with each other, then gently tapped the ground and touched the direction of Peng Xinhou's study.

The three of them seemed to have a clear understanding of the structure in Peng's family courtyard.

In the study room, Peng Xinhou sat behind the desk, and opened an ancient book in front of him, but he had no intention of flipping through it, looking at the direction of the door from time to time.

A moment later, the three men in black pushed the door open and entered.

Peng Xinhou immediately stood up, sweating on his forehead, but he tried his best to keep calm, "Ancona, are you here?"
Chapter completed!