Cross the net king: tennis princess

"You guys, have you ever thought about my name and the full name of my company? Although my company's external name is: Yinlin Company, please use your brain to think about it, okay?"

The mirror fan loosened the Kunai stuck in the wall, and asked softly.

The man lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head in disbelief, "Could it be that you are..."

"Hush—keep your voice down." Jing Fan smiled evilly, "How do you think a 10-year-old girl could have a company? Hmm?"

Mirror Fan immediately changed his expression again, staring at them tenderly, the strong men were sweating profusely, shrinking their necks in fear.

Jing Fan couldn't help but chuckled, and pulled out the hidden weapons on their clothes, "Don't tell others~ eh?"

They nodded knowingly, then knelt down and kowtowed to the mirror fan, "Miss, please forgive me, Miss, please forgive me..."

"Of course, it's a peaceful age now—" Jing Fan nodded her lips, "Which gang are you from?"

"Yes...it belongs to Jade Qilin." The man replied respectfully.

"The first gang in Japan - it is led by Feng Ye's family, the current lord is: Feng Ye Saki." Jing Shan squatted on a bench, laughing and talking.

"Yes..." The man was a little scared, and responded obediently.

"Please, your lords are all here to experience life with me now, you people, you have no brains to accept this kind of business!" Mirror Fan knocked on the man's head, training.

"Yes, the lord said that the orders with high bids must be accepted, and we only need to report the results when we make orders, and there is no need to report the contents of the orders..." The man looked carefully at Jing Fan's face and whispered.

"Idiot! There are too many loopholes in this gang, Feng Ye must be corrected!" Jing Fan looked at the moon and fanned the wind. Alright, life is the most important thing!"

"Yes, yes..." The man nodded excitedly.

"Let's go—" Mirror Fan waved his hand, turned and left.

After walking a few steps, Jing Fan suddenly thought of something and yelled, "Stop, how much did he kill Miss Ben?"

The man broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "10 billion..."

"What! This lady is only worth one billion yen!" Jing Fan was furious and slammed the table.

"Kuwaiti dinars..." The man wanted to cry, but one billion yen is not too little, and the real price is still 10 billion Kuwaiti dinars...

"Still too little!!!"

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