"You know Zheng Wuming very well, right?" Yan Murong threw the half-eaten apple to the little snake, looked at Chang Xiaopeng and asked. The little snake didn't dislike it, his red lips opened lightly, and he took a bite of the apple.

"We're friends." Chang Xiaopeng said, thought about it, and added. "Friend of twenty years."

"Friends?" Yan Murong smiled. "Don't say it so nicely - what do friends do? Friends are used to betray, especially people like you, who can't afford to make no profits, no interests, who is your friend - the boss is not a small person, can you have a little brain? You look so ugly, Zheng Wuming is so handsome, do you think he will treat you as a friend? ”

Zheng Xiaopeng didn't speak, but his face was extremely ugly, and his fists were clenched tightly, and he couldn't wait to throw Yan Murong down from the window and kill him, a bastard, to relieve his hatred.

But thinking that his little life was still in the hands of others, he silently recited the mantra of great mercy and compassion several times in his heart, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart.

Now, he is somewhat grateful to his grandmother, who has passed away - if it weren't for his grandmother's belief in Buddhism, who always dragged him to eat fasting and chant Buddha when he was a child, I am afraid he would not be able to recite this great compassion mantra now.

"When will the antidote be given to me?" Chang Xiaopeng tried his best to diverge this topic that made him want to die headlong, and began to care about the antidote.

"Tomorrow." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "Don't think about preparing the antidote yourself, even if you are a blind master, you can't match it, except for the little snake, no one can save you."

"I know." Chang Xiaopeng nodded, glanced at the little snake with some fear, and said. "I don't want to die too soon."

If it had been placed just now, maybe Chang Xiaopeng would still have this idea. But when he knew that the charming and charming woman in front of him, wearing a black leather coat and an extremely sexy figure, was the number one congestion master on the world's killer list, he completely dispelled this idea, and at the same time, under the calm surface, his heart trembled - what kind of person is he? How would you invite such a person as a viper?

I thought that Yan Murong and Little Snake were just an employment relationship, but after seeing Little Snake eat half of the apple that Yan Murong had gnawed without hesitation, Chang Xiaopeng's heart was even more shocked.

"You're smart, but it's a pity that it's a little ugly." Yan Murong once again made a pertinent evaluation of Chang Xiaopeng's appearance. "Your family is not bad, and you should have a little money - if you have the chance, go to South Korea, I heard that the synthetic technology there is good, go and fix your face."

"-"Chang Xiaopeng really doesn't want to argue with him anymore, bear with it, bear with it--Chang Xiaopeng persuaded himself like this, and after enduring it, he was calm.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you're not seriously injured, so don't stay in the hospital Lang resources. Go out tomorrow, the little snake will send you the antidote. Yan Murong stood up, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take another apple from the bedside table, thought about it, and felt that the apple was big, crisp, and delicious, so he simply put the apple in the basket, and then carried the basket away.

Out of the ward, when she arrived at the nurse's desk, Yan Murong went to the elevator first, and the little snake threatened the little nurse on duty again, and warned her not to tell her about what they had been here, and it would be treason to say it, so she swaggered into the elevator under the eyes of the little nurse who was frightened and aggrieved and was about to cry.

In a golf club in Hong Kong, a man holds a club on the ground with one hand and a phone in the other.

"What? That blind man failed? The man was a little incredulous, and seemed not to believe that the blind old man could fail.

"Yes, it failed." A deep voice came from the phone.

"Why?" The man was a little angry, and the club in his hand slammed into the ground.

"He's not an opponent." After a pause, he said again. "Prince, are you taking this step too extremely? If the old man succeeds, but kills him by mistake, the chieftain will be gone. ”

"Scorpion, when did I use you to teach me to do things?" The man said with a grim face.

"Of course I can't sway your mind." Scorpion said. "It's just that you're in a bit of a hurry, which isn't good, you know, the time given by the leader is not long, and if we fail, we'll all die."

"I know." The man calmed his breath for a moment before speaking. "Where is he now?"

"I don't know." Scorpion said. "Our people were following, but then they lost contact with him—there was a master around him, and I think our people should have gone to see God."

"Damn it, damn it." Hearing the scorpion's words, the man's anger that had just subsided came up again.

He was really in a hurry, otherwise he wouldn't have made a dangerous move.

The difficulty of this mission was unexpected, it took so long, and he lost an A-class killer and many B-class killers who couldn't get it, which made him anxious and almost hit tofu.

No matter where it is, it is not easy to cultivate talents, an A-level killer must be trained at least from a young age, and a B-level killer must have a training time of more than ten years, and this mission, the loss will be more than double digits - it is good to say that the task is completed, if it is not completed, his fate is not to roll up and roll away, but to bear the punishment within the organization.

At the thought of the punishment he would face for failing the mission, the man couldn't help but shudder, took a few deep breaths, and then said. "Let's stop for a moment, don't lose any more manpower."

"So what's next?" The scorpion asked.

"I heard he's going to have a wedding?" The man asked suddenly.

"Yes." The scorpion thought for a moment and said. "It has been determined, just recently, the exact time is unknown."

"Check, check." The man said.

"Prince, I know what you're thinking." The scorpion was silent for a moment and said. "You're the commander of this mission, I shouldn't have said that, but isn't it too dangerous to do so? -- Once you do it at the wedding, there will be so many people involved, I don't think the chief will want to see it. ”

"If I ask you to check, you will check." The man roared. "I will have a complete plan for how to do it, and I will not involve others."

"Okay." The scorpion sighed helplessly, and then hung up the phone.

"Damn, Yan Murong, I want to see if it's my high means, if your life is hard enough."

A wicked smile hung on the corner of the man's mouth, raised his hand, swung the club, and the white golf ball drew a perfect arc in the air, landing accurately in the far hole.