[Quick Transmigration] On the correct posture to bend a rabid dog

The Kerson family has been in a mess lately.

The eldest daughter, the jewel in the family's palm, disappeared, and the group's finances were facing an inexplicable crisis.

Song Kesen was very busy, and he had a sense of sight that was constantly being cut and straightened.

"Who the hell is... who the hell..."

"Is that you...sick beauty..."

"No...it shouldn't be..."

"You don't have the guts..."

"The glory of the Kesen family cannot be lost in my generation..."

"Anyone who dares to subvert and disobey me must bear the corresponding consequences!"

"Miss Al."

"Tell me, should I scratch your beautiful cheek, or goug out your colorful eyeballs."

Zuo Ye held a Swiss Army Knife, and said with a strong sense of humor.

"If you dare to touch me, when I return to the family, I will pay you back ten times!"

"joke!"

"If you think about it, your life is in my hands now."

"Not to mention whether you can return to the Kesen family, just because your father has not been able to find you until now, it is enough to see the power behind me."

"The glory of the Kesen family..."

"The richest man in the world? Heh, do you think being rich makes you a dick?"

"Actually, there are many things that money can't buy."

"Such as wisdom, such as life."

"I'll give you a minute to convince me how to restrain the urge to kill you."

"Timing begins."

kill.....me...impulse...

What the hell is this man talking about...

I am the daughter of the richest man in the world...how could it be possible...to accept massacre at will...

It can't be...he dare not...he dare not kill me.....

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Very well, you managed to get my attention."

"What I want is in you."

The next day, the Kesen family received an unknown package.

Song Kesen opened it cautiously, and when he saw what was inside, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

It was an arm, to be precise, a broken arm.

The seven-color skin, the noble yet gorgeous South African ring worth 1000000000000000000 shows the identity of the owner of the broken arm.

Al Wickerson.

His little Al... turned out to be...

Who the hell... who the hell! ! !

He wants to kill that person, kill the person who hurt little Al!

"Find out for me, who is the one who kidnapped Miss Al."

"Sorry Mr. Kerson, we...we did our best..."

"A bunch of useless things!"

Hearing this, Song Kesen was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his cloudy eyes moved slightly, as if thinking of something, a very sinister smile came out of his throat.

"I know who it is, that little brat."

Vigorously cleaning up their own portals was staged, however, it was of no use.

Because, Song Kesen found the wrong person.

When he heard the news, Song Kesen's heart was on the verge of collapse.

Immediately, the phone rang.

"Hello, is that Mr. Thon Kerson?"