"I heard that Liu Yichen is back?" A middle-aged man leaned back in a chair and crossed Erlang's legs.

"Yes, but we can't find him." The young man standing next to the middle-aged man said.

"I'll give you three more days, if you can't find it again, hehe." The middle-aged man showed a very meaningful smile.

The tone of this threat is the most terrifying, and no one knows the consequences of not being able to find it.

The young man was in a cold sweat. I'm afraid that he will show such a sinister smile, the last time he laughed like this, his subordinates were killed by the whole family. The last time I smiled like this, a few days later, another daughter-in-law got into his bed.

"Is there any movement on the Lin family's side?"

"Nope. But this time, their group seems to have gotten the acquiescence from above, and they attach great importance to it. The young man wiped his cold sweat, but fortunately the hound had regained his normal appearance, and if he laughed any more, he would have to kneel down and beg him to drag his daughter-in-law into his bed.

If you let go of your daughter-in-law, she will always be killed by the whole family. It's not easy to have the old and the young.

"Yes. Keep staring at me. The middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

The young man did not dare to move, and stood cautiously beside him. The boss didn't speak, he didn't dare to leave at all, although it was embarrassing to stand like this.

"Go get my golf clubs." After a long time, the hound finally spoke.

When the young man heard this, he didn't say a word, trotted all the way to take the club, and respectfully handed it into the hands of the hound.

"Am I elegant?" The hound stood up, held the club with both hands, and made a few batting gestures, moving slowly.

"Elegant. It's so elegant. The young man immediately patted his ass, and said something that the boss liked to hear, and it was right.

"Elegance is right." The hound swung his club and smashed it down at the young man, as if he were as fast as he could, and muttered as he played: "A bunch of useless things, I can't find anyone." If there is no news of Liu Yichen, I will punch a row of holes in your head.

Where do young people dare to hide, honestly let the other party vent. When it hurts, he also thinks: why a row of holes?

After venting for a few minutes, the hound threw the club aside, sat back on the couch, and asked, "Is it comfortable?" ”

"Comfortable."

"I'm comfortable, too. Get lost. ”

Liu Yichen didn't know how he came out of the Xinguang Club, he could clearly feel the traces of blue and purple on his body.

The two women started to pinch one place. When you've had enough, move on to another place.

His body became the object of venting for two people.

Meng Nan always stood at the door and didn't follow in. He knew that the boss was in a relationship with the woman. In order not to use the light bulb or have nothing to do after entering, he simply stood at the door and waited, and by the way, he chatted with the security guard who was kicked by himself just now and apologized.

The security guard almost didn't call him grandpa, and after being beaten for free, he had to serve Meng Nan, who looked like a sick seedling, like an ancestor.

"Boss." Seeing Liu Yichen coming out of the inside, Meng Nan immediately greeted him, squeezing his eyebrows: "It's still the boss who is mighty, this time it's two hours." ”

"It's only been two hours?!" Liu Yichen lived in it like a year. I thought I had been snuck by the two of them for hours. "Don't you have any news from the third and fourth children?"

"Nope." Meng Nan shook his head, he didn't see anyone alive or dead, this was the most painful.

If today's person hadn't been pretended by Zhou Xiaotian, they would have avenged their dead brothers by now. As for the third and fourth, no one dared to be sure that the two of them were still alive.

"What did the old monster say?" Liu Yichen took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it. I took two hard puffs.

"What else can I say, as before, at length, and don't want us to get into trouble." Meng Nan took Liu Yichen's cigarette and smoked it silently.

The old monster is the leader of their organization, a very sloppy and hunchbacked old fellow.

Because of his grotesque personality, he is used to not playing cards according to routines. Behind the scenes, everyone likes to call him the old monster. But no one dared to say these words in front of him, Liu Yichen was an exception. In addition to these, his martial arts and ruthlessness in the entire Chinese Empire, I am afraid that no one can compare with him, once killed an entire team of special forces by himself, and no one survived. And he only used a knife, no controlled weapon. However, as he grew older, he slowly faded out of people's sight, but pushed the extremely mysterious shadow group in front of the world.

The old monster can be said to be not good-looking, but he has a very beautiful daughter, and he is captivating the country, which inevitably makes people genetically great, or this old guy's daughter-in-law was not less than a handsome guy when she was young.

"Find the hounds first." Liu Yichen waved his hand, his gaze dimmed.

"Shall we use the power of the Shadow Group?" This is a question that Meng Nan has been hesitating about.

If you use the shadow crew, even if the hounds are hiding at the ends of the earth, they will be dug up. But the downside is that it will alarm the above and the old monsters, and even cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The shadow group is like a sharp blade. If you don't come out, you will kill all sides.

Unless it's a last resort, no one really wants to use this secret weapon. No one in this world has ever seen the power of the film crew. Those who have seen it have already gone to another world.

Being targeted by the shadow crew is like a nightmare, lingering. Unless it disappears from the face of the earth entirely.

"No, I don't. This is our vendetta of the dead. Liu Yichen threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the sky at the most bullish angle of forty-five degrees: "I just want to know who is standing behind the hound." ”

"What if there really is a big *?"

"Even if it is the king of heaven, I will make him regret meeting me."