But before he had a kiss and tasted her, he was unwilling to leave.

What if you are unwilling? If he dared to get his hands on Lu Qingyang's goddaughter and got her through the fog of cigars that night, then he would be a selfish villain and a dirty scumbag.

Xiao Lingyun felt that he was in a dilemma, and cursed in his heart, but he still opened his eyes.

He was so cold, so indifferent to the marrow. Her arms were so hot, hot enough to melt any ice, even for a moment.

A short moment is enough.

Xiao Lingyun used his mind to extinguish all the lights in the house, closed the glass sliding door, and introduced Xiao Qi into the bathroom, and then locked all the doors in the house.

He carefully placed the cigar on the edge of the bedside table.

As soon as Yan Xiaojing's wrist was released, she began to pull the leather coat with her hands, with a triumphant smile on her face.

Xiao Lingyun took off the leather sword holster on his chest and placed it within reach of the bed. His mouth found her lips accurately, and the kiss rubbed against the wound on her lips. As if feeling her pain, Xiao Lingyun suddenly raised his body, his brows twisted into a line.

"It doesn't matter, leave it alone." She grabbed his shoulder and told him it was okay.

it alone! That guy dares to hurt Yan Xiaojing, beg God to bless him as soon as possible! I'm going to break his leg and throw him down the street to die. Xiao Lingyun thought angrily.

He gave him a gentle kiss on the scabbed wound, and Xiao Lingyun's control collapsed.

Heaven. Now, he finally caught a glimpse of what heaven looked like, and he seemed to be back in the bustling Luoyang under the sun.

Mr. X changes into black cargo pants and a black nylon shirt in the bedroom. This afternoon's servant gourmet meeting pleased him. Not only were all the servant eaters in attendance, but most of them were on his side, a few might be troublesome, and a few were dissatisfied.

But those whining words will make them disappear from this world.

As a result of the meeting, he left behind 28 servants in the Pattaya area, based on his knowledge of the credibility of the members of the organization and the impressions he made during personal conversations. Of these, 12 are considered elite, and they are divided into two elite action teams; The remaining 16 personnel are divided into four teams, four sub-operational teams.

Servant Eaters are mostly used to fighting alone, and hate being tied together, so these guys don't like his arrangement, and the reactions of the members of the Elite Ops Team are especially strong, and it will be a little tricky to implement it. However, the advantage of the action team is that Mr. X can place them in different plots of land in the urban area, and establish evaluation indicators according to the area, so as to review their performance more intuitively.

He also ordered the remaining servant eaters to return to their original surveillance locations.

Now that Mr. X has his own direct force, he is ready to focus on intelligence gathering. He already had a preliminary idea of how to run the intelligence agency, and that evening he was going to test the viability of the plan.

Before leaving home, he fed about 2 pounds of raw beef to each of his two Pitbulls. He has been keeping the two males for almost five years, and to keep them hungry, he only feeds them once every two days.

He chained the two dogs to the front and back of the house. This is not only a matter of reasonable defense, but also a last resort. He had also tried to keep the two dogs together, only to pounce on each other's throats as soon as they met.

He picked up his purse, locked the door, and walked across the lawn in front of the door towards the garage. The farm where he lives was built in the early 70s of the 20th century, and its decorative façade of imitation brick walls now looks horribly ugly. But he deliberately kept the ugly exterior so that he could blend in with the dilapidated surroundings – the farmstead in the middle of nowhere, which sold for no more than 200,000 baht at its peak.

What's more, the house is not important, the important thing is to have a full 10 acres of land to ensure his privacy from being discovered. In addition, there was a shack hidden among the trees at the back of the farm, which Mr. X had turned into his studio, so the cover provided by the grove of oak and maple trees also played a very important role.

At the very least, he didn't have to worry about the screams coming out of the house.

He was out to work that night, so he had to give up his only luxury collection, the black Ford Raptor in the garage. In contrast, another Toyota suburban dual-purpose minivan that has been driven for more than 4 years is more deceptive. He picks out the correct car keys from the key ring. Ten minutes later, he drove the broken car into the city.

Pattaya's Stream ~ Ying Street is a generic name for the three blocks connected by a Tira Bridge. There were only dim street lamps, garbage all over the floor, and warblers wearing heavy makeup. That night, the roads were still packed. He pulled over to the side of the road and took a closer look at his surroundings through the cracked streetlights. Despite the scorching heat, the roadside was still full of girls waiting for business, all of them in super-high heels, staggering and breaking steps, wearing a style that would fall off when they pulled it, and a pitiful amount of fabric covering their chests and buttocks. Long lines of motorcades weave their way through the dimly lit streets, with people in the cars constantly scanning the sidewalks on both sides, and the brake lights are often on.

Mr. X unzipped his purse, took out a syringe containing Heroine and a hunting knife, and hid it next to the car door on his side. He rolled down the passenger window, letting the Toyota merge into the traffic.

I'm one of these fools now, he thought, these fools who just want to have fun.

"Looking for someone to date?" A warbler shouted at him.

"Do you want someone to accompany you?" The other asked, shaking his ass as if he were shaking a bucket of paint.

After rejecting two people, he finally found the person he wanted, which was a blonde with slender legs and a plump little ass.

It's the one that Mr. X would pick when he bought the spring - it can still be used normally in his function.

This operation will be enjoyable, Mr. X thought to himself, and hit the brakes. Killing what he can no longer have brings him a special sense of satisfaction.

"Hey, baby." The warbler said hello and came up. She leaned her hand on the window and stuck her head into the car, the smell of cinnamon gum and antiperspirant perfume wafting from her body, "How are you?" Looking for some fun? ”

"Maybe it could be better. How much does it cost to make me happy? ”

Her gaze swept over Toyota's interior, and then his clothes: "50 US dollars, you are satisfied, you can be happy as you want." ”

"It's too expensive." Mr. X is just pretending, this warbler is what he wants.

"What about 40?"