The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

Seeing their young lady staring at the old Emperor Song with a dumbfounded expression, Wei Wu and the others couldn't help but laugh in their hearts.

It’s rare to see the young lady dumbfounded these days.

"You..., you..." Song Tang stuttered, looking at the old man Song Di in a short coarse cloth shirt, and pointed at him with trembling little hands.

Just now when the car was about to hit her, she was not afraid except for being a little nervous, because she knew that Wei Wu Qiongying and the others around her would definitely be able to protect her.

But the kick from the old man Emperor Song really scared her.

It wasn't just Song Tang. Except for Chen Xiong who was leading people to dismantle the car and Wei Wu and others beside Song Tang, all the other people on the airport apron were scared to death.

When this kind of horrific thing that is beyond human power actually happens before your eyes, those who can still speak out are great people.

Unlike the others who were silent as a mouse, the elders of the Menglong Group around Song Tang, after being shocked, all stammered as if they had seen something unbelievable.

"The Ten Kings of Hell..."

Looking at Emperor Song who seemed to be fine and several old men who were shadowy behind him, a yellow-looking elder of Menglong sighed softly, breaking the silence at the scene for half a day except for the sound of violent car demolition.

This sigh was not heard by those who were far away.

Only the elders around, Song Tang, Zhou Jing and Wei Wu who were beside Song Tang heard it.

After hearing the words "Ten Kings of Hell", Wei Wu and the others' eyes instantly flashed with light.

They had inferred this based on the name or surname of each elderly person, and it was roughly the same meaning.

Now it seems to have been confirmed by Menglong’s elders.

……

No matter how curious Song Tang was, what Wei Wu and the others thought, or how huge the waves in the hearts of the elders were, Chen Xiong had already dragged the culprit out of the broken car.

Song Tang looked curiously at the middle-aged Western man who had been thoroughly searched by Chen Xiong and thrown not far in front of him, dying.

I received such a surprise right after I got off the plane.

"Miss, leave this person to us. I believe we will find a clue soon."

An elder of Menglong volunteered and looked at Song Tang.

Song Tang waved his hand indifferently, then looked at Wei Wu.

"Hand the man over to them, and then arrange two people to go with them to find out who gave me such a great gift."

Wei Wu smiled and nodded. This kind of thing was simply too easy.

As long as the person is not dead, they will most likely be able to ask something useful.

The entire airport, several kilometers inside and outside, had already been plowed by people from the Menglong Group and the people arranged in advance by Wei Wu and others. Even a mouse holding a match would be slapped in the face.

I think the other party really has no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure to use the car at the reception site to achieve their goal, but the hope of success is a little too slim.

……

Many bigwigs and celebrities outside the airport were wondering why there were gunshots in the airport just now, when they saw a solemn convoy that seemed to have no end driving out of the airport.

Most people had regretful expressions on their faces.

I had hoped to meet the eldest daughter of the Menglong Group, but I didn't expect that she would come out in a car in the end.

Even though the people waiting outside were all prominent, the Magnum Group's fleet did not stop and left Los Angeles International Airport one after another.

When the people waiting outside saw that the convoy did not stop, the people from Song Tang and Menglong Group all drove to follow it.

As for the others, they could only shake their heads regretfully and leave before making any plans.

Just because we can’t see each other this time doesn’t mean we won’t see each other in the future. Let’s stay in Los Angeles and see how things go.

The airport, which was bustling with people before, became deserted in a short while.

The airport quickly arranged personnel to restore order. As for the senior executives, they were currently dealing with the scrapped car on the tarmac.

……

"Miss, weren't you scared just now?" Zhou Jing, who was sitting in the same car with Song Tang, was still frightened when she thought about what happened just now.

Song Tang just shook his head indifferently and didn't say much.

As long as Wei Wu and Qiongying are not panicking, she will not panic either.

At this moment, she was still thinking about the old man Song Di's skills, and whether the other nine people like Chu Jiang were the same?

And what about the Ten Kings of Hell that the elder was muttering about, was he talking about Chu, Jiang, Song Emperor and the others?

How did these people know about the existence of Chu Jiang and others?

Just as Song Tang was daydreaming, Elder Menglong in another car in the convoy was also chatting, but his words were more full of disbelief.

"Byron, tell me, are those old men following the young lady really the Ten Kings of Hell from the past?"

Sima Kang looked incredulous. This kind of thing was really incomprehensible.

"Sima, don't say you don't believe it, even none of us who are still alive believe it. But you just saw it with your own eyes. Wasn't it the Emperor of Song who did it?"

As he spoke, Byron took out an old wallet from his pocket and carefully took out an old photo from it.

"Look, this is our original group photo. Everyone's face is clearly recorded, and they all match up with the people who appeared next to the young lady today."

Byron looked at the photo carefully, then handed it to Sima Kang who was in the same car.

Each of them had this photo, but Byron just happened to carry it with him all the time.

"How could I not know? I am impressed by everyone here, but..."

"It's a little against common sense, isn't it? But it's normal. This kind of thing can only happen in the mysterious and ancient land of Dragon Country."

Sima Kang gently stroked the old photo with one hand.

The picture above shows them when they were young and full of vigor, with everyone gathered around Song Yaowu.

Behind these young people stood a row of ten elderly people, exactly the same as those who appeared behind the eldest lady today, and they had not changed at all after decades.

Perhaps what old Byron, who was still chattering away at this moment, was right.

There should be such talented people in the ancient Dragon Kingdom, but they only helped Song Yaowu for a while decades ago, but now they are following the eldest lady Song Tang.

Old Byron was now spitting saliva everywhere.

A few years ago, he became fascinated by the translated fantasy novels from Dragon Country. Being proficient in Mandarin, he could understand the meaning of the novels better than others.

When Sima Kang heard Byron starting to talk nonsense about whether the Chu, Jiang, Song Emperor and others were immortals from heaven, he could only turn his head away speechlessly. He really couldn't bear to watch it.

……

The solemn motorcade that stretched as far as the eye could see did not enter the bustling city of Los Angeles, but went straight to a huge manor covering a vast area.

"Miss, this manor is Mr. Song's old house in the beautiful country. It will be yours from now on."

"You can rest in the manor today. I will come to you tomorrow with everyone and relevant documents. I wish you a wonderful night."

After the entire convoy entered the manor, Sima Kang brought a group of elders to Song Tang, who had just gotten off the car and was looking around curiously. Originally, these elders all supported Song Tang.

Now with the addition of the mysterious and terrifying power of the Ten Kings of Hell, it would be too easy for the eldest lady to take over the Menglong Group.

Song Tang nodded casually, indicating that everyone who was not interested could leave. She wanted to take a good look at the manor left by Song Yaowu.