"Give me your phone." There was no emotion in Zhuo Yang's tone, no anger and indifference.

Beverly Deng hurriedly took out her mobile phone from the Yves Saint Laurent tassel crossbody bag and handed it to Zhuo Yang, not daring to ask anything.

After taking the mobile phone, Zhuo Yang put on his Hugo Boss custom hooded windbreaker and picked up the key on the table. "You stay here, don't do anything, don't move anything, wait for me to come back."

Beverly nodded desperately, tears never stopping. Until long after Zhuo Yang left the room, she sat on the sofa and didn't dare to move, maintaining a stiff body posture.

After a long time, Beverly held her face and began to cry, she had been crying all the time, but she did not dare to cry.

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Jeff Benoit was so proud that he put on his jacket and brushed his messy hair in front of the dirty mirror in the bathroom, so that he looked refreshed. Benoit is proud because he knows that he can always get Beverly's pulse right, and that although she sometimes looks aggressive, she is actually a weak woman at heart.

No, it was only a few hours before she had the money ready and sent me a text message.

- I'm outside your hotel, the money is brought, you come out and get it.

Hehe, this little girl knows that if she comes in and gives me money, she will definitely let me press her on the bed, hehe. However, this little girl's body is really fascinating.

Alas, forget it, let's go our separate ways with Beverly when we get the money this time, she will be one of those superior people after all, unlike a mouse like me who has been abandoned by both God and Satan. When I went back this time, I went to Sonic Boss to plead and see if I could take care of a field or half a street for him. I don't know if Sonic Boss still remembers me, but he fought with the Turks three years ago for turf......

Benoit looked at his dark teeth with his mouth pouted again, and then he walked out of the small hotel room and closed the door with satisfaction.

- is worthy of a woman who came out of the 17th arrondissement of Paris, who is very bold and dares to come out alone so late.

Walking out of the narrow door of the small hotel and looking at the dim and empty little street at the door, Benoit said in his heart. The 17th arrondissement is a North African immigrant district north of Paris, which is known for being the least safe in Paris, with Beverly, Scar, Ribery and Vasiba all coming from the 17th arrondissement.

However, there was no Beverly on the streets, no one. Benoit looked left and right again, and the cold wind swept across the street, bringing up the paper scraps on the ground, and the nearby streetlights were dim. There was not a single person in sight as far as the eye could see, except for a frightened black wildcat scurrying by, and other than Benoit himself.

There was also a black Opel car parked on the side of the road.

After a moment's wait, Benoit pulled out his phone and dialed Beverly. Immediately, the mobile phone ringtone of 'jingle bell' came from the black Opel, Benoit was stunned, hesitated and hung up the phone, and the black Opel's car was quiet.

Benoit picked up the phone again, dialed Beverly, and the mobile phone rang again in the Opel car.

Benoit held his mobile phone and slowly walked to the car step by step, getting closer and closer. There are no lights in the car, and I can't see the inside of the car through the window, but it's just ...... There seems to be a phone flashing above the dashboard.

Little by little, Jeff Benoit leaned over and looked hard through the window, slowly, slowly approaching the window.

'Bang!! The driver's door suddenly opened outward, and Benoit was hit in the face by the door, and suddenly he almost fell headlong with Venus in his eyes. Struggling to straighten up, Benoit looked at the tall man with a trench coat and hat over his head as he stepped out of the car, and he couldn't see his face in the dark.

Benoit was about to lash out when Zhuo Yang struck him in the stomach with an uppercut, knocking all the foul language back into his stomach. Benoit couldn't help but bend down under the severe pain, and he couldn't even breathe.

A palm sliced into Benoit's carotid artery, and his last thought before he fell unconscious was: Beverly has a killer to kill me......

Using the wide tape prepared in advance to tie Benoit's hands and feet, Zhuo Yang lifted him up and stuffed him into the trunk of the car, and then started the black Opel sedan and left here. A black wildcat tiptoed back to where it had been, and the little street was still quiet and dim, as if nothing had happened.

The car drove towards the suburbs, and the black car in the dark night was like a ghost of the night.

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"I'm sure I'm the wolf in sheep's clothing, and you're my prey, the lamb in my mouth......" Zhuo Yang's cell phone rang, it was a call from the fat man Raiola.

"Zhuo Yang, I didn't disturb your good dreams, I really can't help but tell you this good news. You know, just now, Tony West of Pepsi called in person, and they have agreed to the amount of endorsement we proposed. Aha, how can he be my opponent......"

"Fatty, I've got something going on right now." Zhuo Yang interrupted Raiola's apparently high excitement. "Let's go back and talk about it, I'm going to borrow the place where you scrap the factory to use. That's it, let's get back to it. ”

On the empty and wide highway in the middle of the night, the black Opel didn't even have the slightest speeding, and Zhuo Yang drove the car to the abandoned factory that he had seen with the fat man in the afternoon. This plan was something he had come up with before he came out of Beverly, and the old factory was inaccessible during the day, and he must not even dare to go to the ghosts at night.

After a while, the car came to the place, Zhuo Yang found a small mound, parked the car, turned off the lights, and carried Benoit through the one-person-high weeds into the dilapidated factory.

In fact, Benoit had already woken up halfway through, but Zhuo Yang's tape binding was very skillful, his hands were up and down and buckled Su Qin's back sword style, his feet were first wrapped around his ankles, then pressed against his buttocks, and then tied with his thighs, and finally wrapped around his mouth with tape three times. Not to mention finding a way to get rid of it, Benoit can't even move, his mouth can't move.

These are all the binding methods used by the army to capture prisoners in the past, but the People's Liberation Army uses backpack straps and shoelaces, and Zhuo Yang uses duct tape.

'Tom! Benoit was thrown to the ground, and the ground was dusty. The moonlight of the full moon spilled through the half-collapsed roof and the remaining steel beam frame into the factory, and tiny particles of dust filled the moonlight path, forming a passage that seemed to lead to another world.

Touching his body, he didn't bring a knife, Zhuo Yang seemed to remember something, he groped in the pocket of his Benoit jacket like a zongzi, and sure enough, there was a folding switchblade. Just right, just right to use it to cut the bundled tape.

When Zhuo Yang straightened up again and looked at the Swiss-made switchblade in his hand with interest, Benoit, who had removed the restraints, also stood up from the ground, and his legs were a little numb due to the lack of blood circulation, and he stood trembling.

Zhuo Yang slowly took off his back hat and put it behind him, and Benoit finally saw clearly the person who attacked him, he knew Zhuo Yang.

"He~he~he~~" Benoit actually laughed.