In the director's office of the Xia Hua Foundation, a white and chubby middle-aged man was trembling at Luo Qingcang, who was holding Erlang's legs in front of him, and kept wiping the sweat on his face with a handkerchief, and the face of the bewitching secretary next to him with heavy makeup turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

Luo Qingcang was wiping the blood on his hands at the moment, and at his feet, there was a person lying quietly, and on that face that looked as warm as a spring breeze, there was always a smile that made people feel weird.

He wiped his hands clean and straightened out his pure black suit, which he only wore when doing errands, perhaps because of the thick inky black, which could hide all other colors.

"Boss Jiang, it's natural to repay debts, let's just talk about things, buying and selling is benevolent and righteous, isn't your practice of taking shares and leaving?" Luo Qingcang slowly got up and walked to the middle-aged man's desk, and behind him stood three men with similar faces, three twin brothers.

The middle-aged man faced the approaching Luo Qingcang, his face was cold sweat, and he said tremblingly: "Qingcang, this matter can't be said like this, if it weren't for Xia He's heart to me after parting, I would withdraw my shares?"

Luo Qingcang listened, put his two hands on the mahogany desk, and looked directly at the middle-aged man with dodging eyes and said: "But where am I in Lao Xia, but what I heard is a contrary story, whether it is eating people instead of being eaten, or whether I wronged good people, I think you should know better than me in your heart." ”

The middle-aged man shuddered, and the graceful woman behind her had begun to keep backing away, until she hit the bookshelf and knocked over the ceramics on it, before she let out a scream.

Luo Qingcang dug out his ears, and seemed to be very disgusted by this pig-killing cry, although this scantily dressed woman had an impeccable figure and looked very pleasing to the eye, but in Luo Qingcang's eyes, it seemed to be just a pink skeleton.

He waved his hand at the trembling woman and said, "Come here." ”

The calmed woman's face turned extremely pale with fright, and she looked at the middle-aged man as if asking for help, but the man just looked at her helplessly, but he didn't have any way, he gave the woman a warning expression, and realized not to let her go against Luo Qingcang's intentions.

The woman was a little desperate, and finally mustered up the courage to walk to the man who looked like a warm spring, and was pulled into her arms as soon as she got closer, she symbolically struggled a little, but where to escape from this rock-solid body, compared to the disgusting figure of the middle-aged man, this is full of male chests, plus a faint smell of cologne, and most importantly, that face that is eaten by all ages, can't help but make this woman a little intoxicated, but forget what kind of atmosphere this is.

Luo Qingcang did not look at the woman in his arms with pity, but stretched out his hand to slightly provoke her pointed chin, and then said to the trembling middle-aged man with a deep face: "A woman is a good thing, money is also a good thing, but if you lose your life, you can't enjoy anything, at that time, this woman is just a pink skeleton, and the banknotes are just waste paper, do you think, Boss Jiang?"

The middle-aged man was completely afraid, this is the most primitive fear, his face is the most primitive and primitive fear, from the depths of his heart, of course, the source of all this is the man in front of him who smiled and said the most terrifying thing in the world.

Luo Qingcang slowly let go of the woman, a sharp dagger was directly embedded deep in the mahogany table, the woman who was still intoxicated by Luo Qingcang's charm screamed and retreated, and the middle-aged man's entire fat body was also shaken, he didn't even see Luo Qingcang's movements, but he felt that his eyes were dark, and this was caught on the table, on the contrary, if the dagger was aimed at his neck, this made this man dare not even imagine.

"Boss Jiang, if you lose this life, I will be a little troublesome, but it is only a little trouble, but your life is completely lost, I hope you can think about the pros and cons clearly, don't lose a big one because of a small one. Luo Qing looked at the middle-aged man faintly and said, as if he was joking, but not at all like he was joking.

"Money... Money... The money is given to you, not a single cent, I just need to live. The middle-aged man's inner defense finally collapsed completely, and he said in a trembling voice.

Luo Qingcang smiled, pulled out the dagger, and then gently wiped it and said: "Boss Jiang, if you had such an awareness, I don't think it would have reached such a point, just such a mess, I don't know how to explain." ”

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, nodded and said, "I'll deal with it, I'll deal with it." ”

Luo Qingcang laughed, but the smile was not all sarcasm, but a kind of heroism, but the sound of the mobile phone text message interrupted his laughter, he took out his mobile phone, glanced at the text message, the content of the text message made his smile slowly solidify, and then his expression became solemn.

He walked to the side of the three twin brothers behind him, whispered a few words, and then turned his head to the middle-aged man and warned: "If I come back, a penny less, I want you a finger." ”

After saying this, he quickly left the office, and the middle-aged man also sat on the office at this time, as if his soul had been drained in an instant, and the man destroyed everything about him so easily, even that he didn't have the slightest strength to refute.

Luo Qingcang left the office and noticed Wang Chuhe, who was squatting at the door and smoking comfortably.

Luo Qingcang directly kicked Wang Chuhe's buttocks, and then said, "Go." ”

Wang Chuhe hurriedly patted his buttocks and got up, stepped on the cigarette butt and said, "It's solved so quickly?"

Perhaps this was just a symbolic inquiry, because Wang Chuhe knew Luo Qingcang's efficiency too well.

Luo Qingcang nodded and said, "It's solved, but we have new troubles." ”

Saying that, Luo Qingcang had already walked to the corridor full of security guards who had fallen to the ground.

Wang Chuhe immediately followed, and asked in a fartful manner, "What's the trouble?"

"Something happened to Zhou Yanhua. Luo Qingcang only threw out these words, but Wang Chuhe's expression was stunned for a while, and he said with a puzzled expression: "What does this mean?"

"Meaning he's dead now. Luo Qingcang said coldly, and his pace did not slow down.

Wang Chuhe couldn't keep up with Luo Qingcang, who was striding forward, his face turned blue, he knew Zhou Yanhua's strength very well, he had never been defeated in this life, and it already showed that this man was strong, so powerful that he was perverted.

"He lost...," Wang Chuhe said with a look of disbelief.

It seems to be so, but he can't be the one who lost to Abin, but the person who supports that period of history behind him. Luo Qingcang said this, and then got on the elevator, Wang Chuhe followed closely and stepped forward, his expression still looked unrelieved, or dignified.

After all, there is no such thing as wanting your opponent to be stronger than you expected.

Luo Qingcang looked at the slowly closing elevator, and said with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It's getting more and more interesting..."

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In the small garden, Zhou Yanhua almost used all his strength to walk in front of Abin who fell to the ground and fell into a coma, he leaned down and stared at the culprit who made him look like this, but there was no hatred in his eyes, as if he had no sympathy for anything.

He touched the dagger that was deep in his waist, and a killing intent burst out of his eyes, but he felt something, and slowly turned his head, and a figure appeared in his pupils.

A man who can be described as tattered, even if it is described as a vagabond, is not too much, this beard and hair are messy like a wild man, a face with abnormal vicissitudes and a thick decadence, but the eyes seem to be sharpened by anything, it is something that can only be found when crawling out of the pile of dead people.

Another opponent, but there was no despair in Zhou Yanhua's eyes, but he felt that this man was a little familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen this man for a while, maybe because of excessive blood loss, even the operation of his head became sluggish.

This man who hurried over like a surprise soldier from the sky, glanced around the situation, the unconscious Abin, Feng Qingyu who was struggling with only one breath on the ground, Feng Qingyu who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and finally the woman who was silent, his eyes were finally fixed on this murderer.

I have to say that it may be difficult to find an existence in this capital that can play this kind of record, but the corresponding price is Zhou Dihua at this moment, as if a breeze can blow him down.

"Leave his life, or leave yours. Guo Yegun put down the two wine jugs, and then pointed to the unconscious Abin and said to Zhou Yanhua.

Zhou Yanhua wiped the corners of her mouth that was bleeding, smiled slowly, and said with an expression that looked a little abstract: "In this life, I have never lost, not once." ”

Guo Yegun squinted his eyes slightly, because he could feel the desolation in this man's eyes, he moved his wrist slightly and said, "You remind me of a bird." ”

"What bird?" Zhou asked, his voice trembling.

"Footless birds. Guo Yegun slowly spit out these three words.

Zhou Yanhua's expression was puzzled, because he had never heard of such a bird.

"I've heard people say that there is a bird in the world that has no legs, and it can only fly and fly and sleep in the wind when it is tired, and this bird can only go down to the ground once in its life, and that time is when it dies. Guo Yegun said, looking at Zhou Dihua in front of him with a sad expression.