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Fenghua Hotel, Chinese restaurant on the fifth floor, private room "Lanting". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The place where Yang Tang and Mr. Qian ate was three streets away from Fenghua, so when he rushed to Lanting and kicked in the door, he saw two men in suits pressing Jiang Zhizhen on a chair and forcibly pouring wine, and a middle-aged man next to him shouted: "This is forcing me to pretend to be pure today, come, pour this bottle of golden Martell to her too!" and Yifang, who had told Yang Tang the address on the phone before, was nowhere to be found.

"Boom!"

Hearing the sound of kicking the door, the movements of the four people in the private room paused, and they all looked at the door.

Jiang Zhizhen, who was very suppressed, struggled even more when she saw Yang Tang: "Hmm...... Brother!!"

The middle-aged man always laughed when he heard this: "Yo, I'm here to save the star, then I have to pour you more today..."

At the same time, Mr. Shang only felt a gust of wind hit his ears, and then the two men in suits who pressed Jiang Zhizhen left and right "dong dong" all hit the half-human-high window frame twice, shattering several pieces of glass, rolling his eyes and bleeding blood from his mouth and nose and sliding down the frame to the ground.

"Beating people is like hanging a painting!?" Shang Zong was so shocked that his eyes were round, although he had not practiced martial arts much, he had no lack of eyesight.

"Hmph, you're a bit knowledgeable... Click!" Yang Tang had already pulled out the imitation Glock from his back waist and put the top rifle fire against Mr. Shang's head, "Then my sister has been poured for so long and is so frightened, how can I compensate?"

Hearing Yang Tang's indifferent question, and then carefully feeling the metal hardness of the barrel on his forehead, Mr. Shang almost didn't pee his pants on the spot, and didn't dare to mention the background of half a word, so he only said cowardly: "This, this big, hero...... Yes, there's something to say!"

Yang Tang raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that you didn't hear what I just said clearly?"

"Listen, hear clearly, I lose money, lose money......"

"How much can you lose?"

"Three million..."

"Your life is worth three million?" Yang Tang's gun barrel against Shang Quan's head suddenly became a little heavier.

Mr. Shang hurriedly increased the price: "No, no, no...... Eight hundred, ten million!!"

"Only 10 million?"

"It's not a hero, at present, my company's liquidity is less than 15 million, I have to leave some people to start work, right?

"Okay, a thousand is a thousand, transfer it to my sister immediately...... By the way, what card do you have?" Yang Tang inquired about Mr. Shang's bank card by the way.

Jiang Zhizhen has been in a state of confusion since she was rescued by Yang Tang, and she didn't come back to her senses until this moment, and persuaded: "Brother Yang, forget about losing money!"

When Mr. Shang heard this, he was about to agree, but Yang Tang leaned his head back with the barrel of his gun: "No, you have suffered such a big crime, he must be compensated!"

Feeling Yang Tang's determination, Mr. Shang did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly reported: "Of my 10 million, there are several million in the company's account, and there are 6 million left, a card of a Chinese bank can be transferred to 4 million, and a card of a commercial bank can be transferred to 2 million." ”

"Girl, what card do you have with you now?"

Jiang Zhizhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother, this matter is really not as serious as you think......

Yang Tang glared and said, "It's not serious? If it weren't for the purity of your mind, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to your! Even if you get drunk and then wheeled by a few men, what's the matter?"

Jiang Zhizhen was a little dazed by the number, and said with teary eyes: "I, I'm all up to the eldest brother..."

"That's right, what card do you have?" asked Yang Tang as he turned on [Eagle Eye].

"I don't have a Huahang card, just a card from a commercial bank, plus two other bank cards. Jiang Zhizhen replied.

In Yang Tang's eyes, her whole person was shining golden, and she obviously didn't lie: "Then report your business bank card number...... Mr. Shang, transfer the money!"

Mr. Shang saw that Yang Tang was threatening him with a gun, and he couldn't figure out Yang Tang's roots for a while, so he didn't dare to call the police when he transferred money.

After a while, Jiang Zhizhen's mobile phone, which was thrown into the corner of the sofa, received a transfer prompt message.

At this time, Qian Zong, who asked his subordinates to drive through the evening rush hour, bumped into Yifang out of nowhere, and entered the Lanting Pavilion with her, and when he saw the scene, he was immediately shocked.

Especially Yifang, seeing that Mr. Shang was held to the head by Yang Tang with a gun, he immediately screamed: "Oh, Mr. Shang~~ Oh, what are you doing? Don't let Mr. Shang go?!"

This made Mr. Qian frown, but he did not have a seizure, but persuaded Yang Tang: "Brother Yang, you are all your own people, you put down the gun first and then talk about ......it."

"Noise!" Yang Tang said, "Who the hell is my own person?" As he spoke, he tapped Mr. Shang's forehead with the barrel of his gun, "Did you hear me, the woman on the other side told me to let you go, what do you think should be done?"

Mr. Shang was anxious and angry when he heard this, but he didn't dare to get angry at Yang Tang: "You stinky woman, you don't slap your mouth!"

"Huh?" Yifang was stunned.

"Ahh

At this time, Mr. Qian's face was as black as the ash at the bottom of the pot, and he glared at Yifang viciously, almost eating people, but he still said: "Brother Yang, the hotel has called the police, the police should arrive later, you better let go of Lao Shang first..."

Yang Tang smiled coldly, and knocked Mr. Shang's head with the barrel of the gun: "What do you say?" As he spoke, he reached into Mr. Shang's inner pocket, took out his driver's license and took a look, "Shang Youde, right? I remember you, if you dare to chew your tongue in front of the police in this matter today, beware of me killing your whole family!" When the police come, they will go to the police station with someone to make a confession, and say whatever they want!" and then slipped behind the side door and disappeared.

A few seconds after Yang Tang disappeared here, a policeman appeared at the door of the open private room, followed by Mr. Shang's shouting of killing pigs and crying and grabbing the ground, as well as the voice of "Call an ambulance, there are injured here". The few policemen who came searched the entire floor according to the instructions of Mr. Shang and Yifang, but they didn't find Yang Tang's shadow.

In fact, this is very normal, Yang Tang had already used [Transfiguration] to go down to the basement with a makeover, and got into a BMW with a certain thickness of dust on the body that no one had driven recently, and planned to follow him home with Shang Youde.

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, Shang Youde arrived at the basement, Qian always hugged him from the side, and kept explaining something to him, and there were a few followers surrounding them, but Yifang and Jiang Zhizhen disappeared, obviously taken away by the police.

Shang Youde scolded and got into Mr. Qian's car, and then went to the nearby public security bureau for about 20 minutes, and when he came out, two Mercedes-Benz cars came to pick him up, and Yang Tang, who had changed his face into a middle-aged woman, remembered the license plate number, and continued to squat at the door of the police station for a few minutes, and then called a taxi and left quietly.

After the taxi drove out of five or six stops, Yang Tang stopped the remittance account and got out of the car, took out a brand of laptop and got into the coffee bar on the side of the road in a place where no one was paying attention.

After ordering a latte, Yang Tang quickly used the back door left before to hack into Yujing's traffic network system, and then used the license plate lock recognition system at each intersection to quickly find the two Mercedes-Benz cars that were still driving to pick up Shang Youde. By the way, he checked Shang Youde's background again, and the household registration information showed that Shang Youde had been married once, had no children, and divorced four years ago.

After remembering Shang Youde's basic information, Yang Tang secretly thought while sipping coffee: Oops~~ That's good, save me from killing his whole family!

After more than half an hour, Yang Tang transformed into a mixed-race beauty, unknowingly touched the Baihe villa area, and rang the doorbell of Shang Youde's private villa.

After a series of routine security checks, and then taking pictures of his beautiful face in front of the camera, Yang Tang was finally able to enter the villa. Ten minutes later, Shang Youde and six of his subordinates all had their necks broken, while Yang Tang swaggered past several cameras in the image of a mixed-race beauty, and finally left the villa area.

In this way, Shang Youde is dead, at least the little beauty Jiang Zhizhen will not have any more trouble with Shang's in this regard, and for Yang Tang, this is a wisdom that he grew after eating Liu Tong's trench, this Shang always doesn't know what kind of birdman it is, and he hangs up directly, and it saves him from entanglement in the future, anyway, the surveillance video can prove that the murderer is not him Yang Tang, and the rest will let others have a headache slowly!

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The next morning, Kroos sent a text message in advance, saying that Hesha needed to take a leave of absence for two or three days for the time being, but the coach's fee was still paid. Yang Tang had no objection to this, and after the morning exercise, he finished breakfast and went straight to class.

During recess, several boys in the same class gathered by the window at the end of the corridor to chat.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"As for Liu Tong, the brain-dead fan of the flower, he fell in love with jumping up and down during military training, and jumped up and down that ......"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was in a car accident the other day, seriously injured, and was a high paraplegic...... Tut-tut......"

"Then he's unlucky!"

"NONO, IT SHOULD BE SAID THAT HIS FAMILY IS UNLUCKY..."

"What's that saying?"

On the day of Liu Tong's car accident, his parents were actually taken away by the Commission for Discipline Inspection. ”

"Wow, this can't be some kind of political murder, right?"

"I'll go~~ You're far away, let's not talk about politics, OK?"

“OK、OK…”

At this time, a girl in the same class greeted in the corridor: "Yang Tang, Yang Tang is not?"

Slightly stunned, Yang Tang raised his hand and responded: "Here, here!"

"The class instructor is please!"

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