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This person took them to the innermost part of the corridor, stopped, raised his hand to open the side sliding door, the slide was very good, and did not make much noise, the dim light in the corridor through the open door, illuminating the inside, Japanese decoration, just slightly higher than the corridor tatami mat, in the center is a table, a little higher, the table is empty, you can put your legs down, more in line with the sitting habits of the Chinese people.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the menu..."

He stood in the doorway, and made another invitation.

"I'm in trouble..."

Zhao Zhigao said succinctly and politely, and then walked into the room.

When the two of them all came in, the shriveled man raised his hand to close the sliding door again, turned around, and walked upstairs, snorting as he went, very sloppy, but also in line with Zhao Zhigao's judgment, this is an addict, the end of the corridor, and then turn around is the stairs leading to the upstairs, all covered with carpets, and there is almost no sound when walking.

He walked slowly upstairs.

The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the first floor, which is also a corridor and a private room, but here it is not a sliding door, it is a sliding door.

He walked to a door, and instead of raising his hand to knock on it, he pushed it straight in.

Inside the door is a study-like room, with a bookshelf on the side, on which are placed all kinds of financial books, as well as the biographies of various financial predators and the latest investment research reports.

There was a person sitting on the chair in front of him, Zhou Zhen.

Although he came together with the person who resisted Guan Gong behind his back, he has not forgotten his professional knowledge, and he is learning all the time, he rarely smoked before, and his addiction to smoking has increased significantly recently, especially just now, the cigarette has barely left his hand, and the smoke in the room has reached the naked eye.

"Settled?"

Zhou Zhen asked nervously.

Just today it was said that Liu Feiyang may have found out, but he didn't expect that the person had arrived soon after dark, which made him very flustered, he is a person who is good at using theoretical data to invest, and it is unknown whether Liu Feiyang can shake it today, and the current situation is also very simple, if the two people downstairs are moved, Liu Feiyang will definitely have the right to fight back, but he can't move, and the decision is not in his hands.

He thought he could withstand the storm, but the wind had just blown, and he was already a little out of breath.

"The two of them are downstairs, the weapons they brought have been put away, and they say they want to eat..."

The shriveled man replied slowly.

Zhou Zhen took a heavy puff of cigarette, "What did the boss say?"

"Stay here!"

A shriveled person has no waves, maybe in his life, there is only such a thing as "smoking two mouthfuls", and nothing else matters.

This answer was expected and reasonable, but it still made Zhou Zhen feel unnatural, he put one hand on the table and pointed his fingers one by one.

"Can't delay too long... They will be suspicious..."

Zhou Zhen glanced up at him, and then pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, some decisions are difficult to make, people are different, move Cui Qian in the provincial capital, he did not hesitate at all, because in his eyes, a woman who can sell her chastity for money is not much better than a mouse walking against the wall on the street, and she is wasting her life.

These two people are different, and they weigh a lot.

Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "You calm down first... That's why people come over!"

The shriveled man nodded, then exited the room.

The door was closed, and Zhou Zhen was the only one left here, he knew that the old man would not trust anyone, offending Liu Feiyang and not offending Liu Feiyang were two different concepts, as long as he gave the order, there was no room for maneuver, a wry smile, how could there be room to go to this step?

He raised his hand, picked up the landline on the table, and dialed the number.

Meanwhile.

It is located in the house on the side of the Frost Repellent Villa, which is also on the second floor.

It has been converted into a training ground, and the entire second floor has been hollowed out, and in the middle is a ring where two people are fighting fiercely, and the gloves they wear are the only protection, but other than that, there are no restrictions on fighting.

The two of them punched to the flesh, and the speed was extremely fast, and they didn't let the professional boxers close.

There are not only the two of them here, but there is also a row of spectators sitting under the ring, all young and strong men, about a dozen, all under the age of thirty-five, all dressed in uniform clothes, all black practice clothes, and their movements are even more uniform, all of them are sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the ring with their eyes looking blankly.

In the whole hall, in addition to the sound of fighting in the ring, there is also a beautiful sound to come, which can be described as a shocking crying ghosts and gods, in this barren mountains and mountains, it is more appropriate to use ghosts and wolves to howl, the sound has overshadowed the sound of fighting, and the eardrums of those who listen to it tremble.

Just about ten meters away from the ring, there was a couch.

The source of the sound is from this couch.

The man is short in stature and dark-skinned, but his muscles are impeccable, and what makes people feel even more exciting is that all kinds of scars on his body are intertwined, with obvious scars on the front chest and back of the heart, as well as small hole-like scars, which is obviously a person who is struggling on the edge of the lifeline.

If you identify it yourself, you will find that he is the Southeast Asian who attacked Liu Feiyang on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve: Li Kun!

This is a professional killer who also played in the underground boxing arena, and his achievements as a boxer are gratifying, and his performance is even more dazzling after being a killer.

Zhou Zhen's phone call interrupted his movements.

He was also tired, muttering an incomprehensible bird language in his mouth, and then got up from the sofa, the girl who was stranded on the sofa was not unpretty, her face was very white, but the white revealed a kind of morbid vicissitudes, obviously this is also an addict.

Li Kun didn't think about covering his body, walked directly to the phone, and then picked up the phone, but when he heard the content on the other side of the phone, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a trace of light burst out in his eyes that was more cruel than raging on the sofa.

Hang up.

Bent down to pick up the loose practice clothes scattered on the ground and put them on, and walked towards the ring, clapping his hands as he went.

The two men in the ring heard the sound and stopped at the same time.

Even the audience with the audience also watched it together.

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while..."

Li Kun's opening remarks first said a lame saying, and then said, "The boss's enemy has come to the door, I don't know what to do in your country, but in our country, they are to chop them into minced meat and throw them into the river to feed the fish..."

"Whoa..."

The people under the stands stood up in unison.

Li Kun nodded with satisfaction, and said vulgarly, he used to be a grandson, and when he entered the Frost Rejection Villa, he knew that a foreign monk would recite scriptures, and he also mixed the name of a sect leader, which made him feel a sense of accomplishment.

With a wave of his hand, "Let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs.

The two in the ring jumped down and followed, and a dozen spectators followed behind.

Passing by the sofa, this girl has completely let herself lie on the sofa, still maintaining the posture just now, and does not care about anyone's appreciation...

The group walked through the hall, down the stairs, through the first floor, opened the door and walked out, appearing in the courtyard.

The loose practice clothes were blown by the night wind, and they were getting closer and closer to the main building...

ps: This afternoon's update, it should be nine o'clock.... We have a line overhaul here, a power outage, and the supply is restored at half past five in the afternoon, just in time for a holiday.

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