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Chapter 1723 how to deal with it

Failed to the extreme.

At nearly eighty years old, he always thought that he was strong, strong, passionate, and could still dominate the north and south, making countless people surrender.

But at this moment he found that he had failed like this.

He had nothing except these cold subordinates and some money that he could not bring with him.

Even Meng Chen dared to teach him a lesson and attack him.

In the past, he was the only one who took action against them.

The wind blew on his body, and the rain hit his face, cold and cold.

I don’t know what it feels like, but I have never experienced it in my whole life.

Now, I have realized it in a solid way.

The bleak wind blew on my face, very cold, like a knife shaking, especially sharp.

Meng Chen's men fired a few shots at the ship, and the hull began to stagger.

Meng Chen made a gesture and asked someone to go into the water to find Qiao Sinian!

Everyone understood and turned on the lights on the boat, and a few bodyguards with good water nature plunged into the water.

"No need to shoot, take away all the people from that boat and hand them over to the police station. Do whatever you need to do, and you will not be tolerated." Meng Chen directed in an orderly manner.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shien'en's ship swayed in the strong wind and overturned!

All the people in a boat were trapped in the water, and no one left.

In the darkness, Meng Chen heard the woman's scream, and he knew it was Fang Lan's voice.

Meng Chen closed his eyes and felt dull in his chest.

Very boring.

Just like before the storm, the air pressure was very low and the whole person was particularly depressed.

Both ships were overturned, and only this round of rescue ship was still in the air.

The river water at night is very uneven, but when the sun comes out tomorrow, the calm here will return to peace, as if nothing has happened.

Meng grabbed the handrail in pain, but now is not the time to be sad.

He directed his men to continue searching for Qiao Sinian's whereabouts.

"Are all medical staff on the ship?" Meng Chen asked his assistant.

"There are all kinds of doctors and nurses, and they are all very qualified. Don't worry, Mr. Meng. Mr. Meng, are you injured?"

Meng Chen shook his head: "I'm fine."

"Mr. Meng, there are clothes in the cabin. You can change your clothes, they are all soaked." The assistant asked worriedly.

“Are you ready for women’s clothing?”

"I'm ready, everything is ready, including blood bags." The assistant calmed down in his voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Meng, Miss Ye will be fine."

"We must cure her, no matter what the price is."

"I understand." The assistant nodded, "What should we do with that boat of people?"

"Have the police come?"

“It’s on the road.”

"Save those who can be saved, and those who cannot be saved are red." Meng Chen's eyes turned red, "Which one of the people in that boat has no blood on his hands."

After this catastrophe, Qin Shien's dead soldiers were about to disperse.

For Josnian, this is a good thing.

Those people are desperate for their lives when doing things. If they disperse, they are equivalent to eliminating harm.

As for Fang Lan, it depends on her life.

Meng Chen sneered, and the deepness in his deep eyes could not be seen.

People in the world do evil are nothing more than greed, jealousy, hatred... No matter what the reason is, doing evil will eventually cost you.

"Mr. Meng, the wind is too strong." The assistant looked outside worriedly, "The rain is not small, and it is Jiangxin again, so it is very difficult to search and rescue."

"You tell me, how long can a person who was shot in the waist live..." Meng Chen rubbed his forehead in pain.
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