"Righteousness! How dare you lie to me?"

Feng Lin sneered, took off his gold-wire glasses, and beckoned to Steward Wang next to him.

"I... I didn't!"

Liu Zhengyan's voice was not as arrogant and domineering as just now, and he was a little more empty-hearted.

Steward Wang stepped forward, bowed down and said:

"Master, what do you command?"

After Feng Lin handed the glasses to Steward Wang, he glanced at the people on the ground with a gloomy expression.

"Throw them all into the mass grave, today's incident, the news must not be spread!"

"Ahh Don't! The head of the house!"

The man on the ground begged, snot and tears to pull Fenglin's trouser legs.

Feng Lin pulled his leg out in disgust and kicked the man, who fainted.

Steward Wang had a serious face and said respectfully:

"Yes."

Feng Lin's steps as he turned around paused, and his expression became more and more impatient when he looked at Liu Zhengyan.

"Afterwards, the eldest lady was confined in the house, and someone was sent to guard the whole process, and she was not allowed to leave!"

After Steward Wang glanced at Liu Zhengyan a little apologetically, he beckoned a few subordinates, imprisoned Liu Zhengyan, and walked towards the house.

"Ahh You lowly people! Don't touch me! My clothes are very expensive!"

Feng Lin frowned, what time has it been, why is this woman still so ignorant.

"Shut her mouth for me!"

"Yes, eldest lady, offended."

Steward Wang put the cloth into Liu Zhengyan's mouth, Liu Zhengyan's eyes were dry, whining, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth.

After the scene was cleaned up, Steward Wang came to Fenglin's side and sent the tea cup into Fenglin's hands.

Feng Lin's expression softened slightly, but when he thought that Feng Qiao had not yet landed, his brows furrowed.

"You bring some good people now, and let me find out Qiaoqiao's whereabouts, and make sure to bring her back before it gets dark!"

After speaking, Feng Lin's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"Find out the whereabouts of Feng Li's stinky boy, you want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when you die!"

Steward Wang nodded, he had long been accustomed to the cruelty of the head of the house, and after calling some people, he took a few cars and quickly went out.

Feng Lin looked at the empty luxury house, his expression becoming more and more angry and indifferent.

On the other side, on Zhanghua Avenue -

Feng Li was wearing a black helmet, his legs were on the motorcycle, and his posture was elegant and chic.

But only Feng Li knew that her palms were already sweating a lot.

[Master, I'll admit it now, you're really a road idiot.] ]

Mo propped his forehead in the study space, looking at the young man's calm appearance.

[Master, we've been around this area for more than ten minutes...]

Feng Li raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, which was regarded as a default to Mo's words.

[I'll immediately implant a map of the destination route in your mind.] ]

Feng Li pondered for a moment and nodded.

As if electrocuted, Feng Li quickly tightened his grip on the faucet to avoid crashing into another car.

The location of the current location and the destination are clearly marked in the mind.

After half a minute of familiarization, Feng Li accelerated, made a few turns, and was beautifully elegant.

The passers-by frequently exclaimed, although they couldn't see the boy's face, but they knew: This boy must be cool!

After arriving at his destination, Mo's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Feng Li stepped down with long legs, took off his helmet, and parked his black motorcycle next to the high-end hotel.

Looking at the luxurious five-star hotel in front of him, Feng Li walked in calmly.

The waiter at the door looked at Feng Li in amazement and said politely, "Is it a reservation?"