Chapter Word Count: 1172 Updated: 14-05-06 16:02

"Be quiet, what did she say?" Fang Yuan lowered his voice and pointed to the ceiling.

Night Dye Yi looked up and saw that a surveillance head was facing the two of them.

The two avoided the surveillance and walked to a corner of the room.

"Hu Xiaodie told me that Luo Tangji is just the nominal owner of the club, and the real backstage is called Zhang Youcang." The blue eyes of the night dyed clothes are more melancholy than usual.

"Zhang Youcang? Haven't heard of it, is it famous? Fang Yuan looked careless.

At this time, the mobile phone of the night dyed clothes rang, and when she saw that it was Hu Xiaodie's name, she couldn't wait to get through.

Halfway through the phone call, a cold sweat the size of a soybean began to break out on the forehead of the night dyeing clothes.

Fang Yuan saw that his face was not right, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you so nervous about making a phone call?" Hu Xiaodie is coming to give her arms again? ”

How could Night Dye Yi have the heart to joke with him, shook his head and said: "Zhang Youcang, Zhang Youcang, how can it be so coincidental." ”

"What the hell is going on, you say." Fang Yuan was in a hurry.

"Does 'Nanbatian' Zhang Zhilong know?" When Ye Dye Yi said Zhang Zhilong's name, his body couldn't help shaking, "Zhang Youcang is his son." ”

"Everyone in Guanghai knows this, but I didn't expect it to be related to the biggest gangster in Guanghai, the Xuncheng Gang." Fang Yuan frowned: "The opponent is really strong enough, beyond my expectations, dyeing clothes, are you afraid?" ”

"Of course I'm scared, but it seems good to have you around." Night dyeing clothes is frightened.

"With your words, brother, I won't frown even if I stick a knife in both ribs." Fang Yuan expressed his determination, thinking of going against Guanghai's number one tyrant, he also began to be a little nervous, "Our devil training plan, we can't delay for a moment, I wonder how you can offend their family?" ”

"I've never offended them, I don't know them." Night Dye looked depressed.

"By the way, the last car accident must have been deliberately arranged by them." Fang Yuan slapped his thigh, "Luo Tangji deliberately hit your car." ”

Ye Dye almost screamed, and hurriedly covered his mouth, "He...... Isn't he afraid of being hit and killed by me? ”

"People have calculated that you are at the crossroads, and you can't be fast." Fang Yuan snuffed out the cigarette butt.

"So someone is following me?" Night dyeing clothes is even more surprising.

"If there is such a possibility, don't be afraid, it seems that they are really going to put a long line to catch a big fish, and they are eyeing your wealth. I can't think of a last resort that they will never play their cards out. Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"After you said this, I also felt that my car speed was not fast that day, Luo Tangji seemed to be accurate, and ran through the red light and hit my car directly. And I was scared half to death, but he was like he was fine. "Night dyeing clothes is like an understanding.

"Dyeing clothes, when it's okay, you can relax and sleep, they won't touch you, don't tell your dad for the time being, lest things don't come out and make everyone scared for you, besides, all of us are just speculation, and there is no real evidence."

"It's all up to you, let's get started." Night Dye walked up to the combination gym and began to do sit-ups. Let me tell Ye Shenghuo, I don't dare to kill me.

The two have been practicing for seven or eight days, and Luo Tangji is completely fine except for the occasional hello, as if he has forgotten what he once said to Ye Dye.

Night Dyeing Yi's heart was always hanging there, and several times he couldn't hold his breath and wanted to go to Luo Tangji to ask what was going on, but he was dragged back by Fang Yuan.

If anything, the Devil's Training Program has begun to bear fruit.

Fang Yuan had already lost weight twice, and his entire body began to have a contour, and a man gradually appeared.

The muscles on the arms of the night dyed clothes gradually bulged, and he bent his arms from time to time, pointing at his back arm and teasing at Fang Yuan, "Look, the little mouse is running inside." ”

Fang Yuan patted himself on the shoulder, "Sample, have you taken a physiology and hygiene class, this is called deltoid." ”