Back at the Corris Hotel, Wei Xueqing locked herself in her room.

It wasn't until ten o'clock that Zhou Lan knocked on the door.

"Mr. Wei, it's not good!" Zhou Lan looked anxious.

Wei Xueqing frowned and looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lan said anxiously: "I heard that the Blue Maple Group has sent someone to Paris!"

Hearing the Lanfeng Group, Wei Xueqing frowned.

If we talk about the development of Shangdong Group over the years, we have to mention Lanfeng Group.

To put it bluntly, Lanfeng Group is almost stepping on the top of Shangdong Group.

Shangdong Group's business is chaotic, with clothing, service, catering, education, ......

Lanfeng Group, on the other hand, is more single-minded, with only two businesses: clothing and catering.

In Wei Xueqing's view, Lanfeng Group is almost a streamlined Shangdong Group.

And there is often business competition between the two.

At this time, the people of the Blue Maple Group came to Paris, and their intentions were a little suspicious.

"What are they doing in Paris?" asked Wei Xueqing.

Zhou Lan said: "I heard that I came to talk about a cooperation in the clothing category, with a large company in Paris. ”

Wei Xueqing immediately said: "Call someone to the meeting! Everyone must be there!"

"Yes!" Zhou Lan hurriedly went to inform the others.

Yang Chen, who got the news, naturally had to stay in front of Wei Xueqing.

Overnight, they were all studying the possibility of cooperation with the company, and on the premise of ensuring their own interests, they lowered their bottom line.

Yang Chen was not interested in any of this, and sat in the corner with his eyes closed.

By the time they finished the meeting, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Everyone was tired and went back to rest.

Yang Chen, however, suddenly burst out of his eyes after returning to the guest room, sweeping away his lazy appearance just now!

He changed into a suit for mobility and jumped out of the window.

You know, this is the sixth floor!

……

In a villa on the outskirts of Paris.

Thomas was on his knees with a white cloth bandaged around his head.

Haydn Weir was the leader of the mafia in the Paris area, and his power was surprisingly powerful.

A little minion like Thomas, he usually doesn't know him at all.

But this Thomas is his aunt's nephew, which means that Thomas is his cousin.

So, now that his cousin has been beaten, he has to pay attention.

Hearing Thomas say that a Chinese man said that he was going to visit him, he was even more curious.

When did the Chinese people become so tough?

Going it alone?

What do you think of them as the Paris mafia?

Haydn Weir has already prepared his men, as soon as that Huaxia man comes, he will beat it into a sieve!

Even if he could fight again, what would he do? Can he fight with overheated weapons?

"Thomas, it's a shame for my aunt that you can't kill a Chinese man with a gun!" Hayden Weir said disdainfully.

"Cousin, that person is too capable of fighting, and the three of us have no chance to fight back at all. Thomas knelt aggrievedly on the ground and said.

Hayden Weir sneered, pulled out his gold-plated gun, pointed it at Thomas, and said, "As long as he dares to come, I will shoot him in the head!"

As soon as the words fell, a muffled sound came from the house, and the power supply was cut off instantly, and the room fell into darkness.

"Fake!turn on the lights!," Hayden Weir yelled angrily.

At this moment, Haydn Weir only saw a cold flash of light, and a cold and piercing dagger had been attached to his neck!

"Tommy?" the man's voice was cold and emotionless, as if it was about to freeze the soul.

Tommy?

Haydn Weir shuddered with fear.

Tommy Norris was his predecessor and had previously been in charge of the underground forces in Paris.

However, just three years ago, after being swept away by his subordinates because he offended a person who could not be offended, he was discovered by the higher-ups and thrown into the sea to feed the fish!

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been his turn to sit in this position.

"You, who are you?" asked Haydn Weir in a trembling voice.

Boom!

The electric switch was moved up, the lights were restored, and everyone subconsciously closed their eyes to resist the bright light.

When they opened their eyes, they were immediately dumbfounded.

A Chinese man didn't know when he was already standing behind their boss, holding a dagger to their boss's throat.

When Thomas saw the man, he exclaimed, "Cousin, it's him! It's him! He's the Chinese man!"

That's right, this person is Yang Chen!

Seeing Thomas yelling, Yang Chen frowned slightly, flew up, and lifted a goblet on the table.

"Noise!" Yang Chen snorted coldly, and the goblet had already flown out.

Thomas didn't have time to react before he was smashed on the mouth by the goblet, and suddenly the shattered glass pierced into the flesh, blood flowed and the skin opened.

"Ahh

"Shut up!" Yang Chen scolded.

Thomas shuddered with fright, curled up on the ground, whimpered in his mouth, and tears flowed down his eyes, but he did not dare to shout again.

The dagger in Yang Chen's hand cut through Haydn Weir's skin, pierced into the flesh, and said coldly, "Let your people leave!"

Haydn Weir was already dumbfounded by Yang Chen's hand, and he didn't dare to resist, and shouted to his subordinates: "Go down, you all go out!"

The men looked at each other and hurried out of the house.

Thomas also struggled to get up and ran out.

Yang Chen took the gold-plated gun from Haydn Weir's hand, came to him, stared at him, and said, "Tommy?"

Haydn Weir swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and said in a trembling voice: "He, he's dead!"

At this moment, Haydn Weir had no idea of resisting.

He was the head of the black hand in Paris, and the defenses were very tight, regardless of the real status. Dozens of people in front of and behind the entire villa were guarding with machine guns.

And the man in front of him turned off the electric switch and came behind him without much effort.

He believed that if the man in front of him wanted to kill him, it would be easy, and he would not let others find out.

But he didn't, which shows that there is still room for redemption.

Haydn Weir is a smart man, he doesn't fill his wallet with all black income, he still does business.

Therefore, he hopes to make a deal with Yang Chen, as long as he can save his life, it doesn't matter what he gives, thinking that as long as he is alive, everything can be earned back!

"Dead?" Yang Chen couldn't help frowning when he heard the news of Tommy's death, "How did you die?"

"I was thrown into the sea by the people of Corsica to feed the fish. Haydn Weir said cautiously.

Yang Chen raised his eyebrows, "The people from the headquarters made a move?"

Haydn Weir nodded repeatedly, "It is said that he provoked someone who should not be provoked, resulting in the destruction of all his subordinates, and when the people at the headquarters found out, they executed him." ”

Provoked people who shouldn't be provoked? All his subordinates were wiped out? Yang Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seemed that he had done this by himself.