Chapter 227

The downpour still shows no signs of stopping, but has a tendency to get heavier and heavier.

In the hall of a villa, Zhao Chuanhu sat on the sofa, constantly rotating two steel balls in his hands.

He always felt a little upset, maybe it had something to do with the weather!

Yue Sang has been sent out by him for a long time, and according to Yue Sang's efficiency before, he should have come back a long time ago at this time.

But this time, Zhao Chuanhu couldn't wait for him to come back!

Outside the villa, there are many people guarding it.

Each one looked very strong, and there were twenty or thirty of them.

These are the most elite teams under Zhao Chuanhu, and he doesn't need these people at all on weekdays.

But today, he always felt a little uneasy, so he gathered all these elites to his villa.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man with a flat head walked in.

"How's it going, is there any news?"

Zhao Chuanhu asked for the first time.

The man shook his head and said, "I called Brother Sang several times, but no one answered. ”

"Maybe it's raining too much."

Zhao Chuanhu took a deep breath, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

The man said: "Master Tiger, how strong Brother Sang is, we all know very well. ”

"Don't worry, maybe he's already on his way back now."

The speed of the steel ball in Zhao Chuanhu's hand became faster and faster.

One was unstable, and one of the steel balls slammed into the floor with a thud.

Zhao Chuanhu hurriedly got up and went to chase the steel ball on the ground.

"It's back, it's Sango's car!"

At this moment, someone shouted outside the door.

Zhao Chuanhu didn't care about continuing to pick up the steel ball on the ground, and stood up with a rub.

Outside the door, Yue Sang's car drove straight in, and then stopped at a distance of about seven or eight meters away from Zhao Chuanhu and them.

It was raining so hard that I couldn't see who was sitting in the car!

The door opened, and one foot stepped out of the cab.

Zhao Chuanhu let out a long breath, thinking that he was back.

It seems that he is too worried, Yue Sang, or that Yue Sang.

As long as he makes a move, there is nothing he can't do.

Crackling...

Above the void, a bolt of lightning once again streaked across the sky.

Xia, who walked down from the car, stood there, looking at Zhao Chuanhu and his party with a smile.

At this time, he is like a god of death who is about to lead people to hell.

Suddenly, everyone, including Zhao Chuanhu, was stunned.

"How are you?"

"Where's Yue Sang?"

Countless questions hit Zhao Chuanhu's heart, and along with it, there was a strong sense of crisis.

Summer opened the rear door, and Yue Sang was lifted out of the car by him.

He was no longer breathing, and at this time, he was thrown to Zhao Chuanhu by Xia like a dead dog.

"This ace fighter under your command doesn't want to become a cripple like Han Yu whose bones are broken."

"So he only wants to die, and I fulfill him."

'Zhao Chuanhu, now, it's your choice! “

The simple three sentences, like the alarm bell of the god of death, struck Zhao Chuanhu's body one by one.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanhu only felt that the cold hairs on his body stood upside down.

That premonition, that ominous premonition, was fulfilled at this time.

Even Yue Sang's trump card is gone, he Zhao Chuanhu, what else can he do to fight with Xia?

"Hack him to death for me."