Mozu Beitan hurried to the Public Security Bureau, came to the interrogation room, and saw Qian Zike sleeping on the table at a glance, and his heart couldn't help but ache slightly.

picked up the woman and princess, swept down with a sharp eye, and swallowed the words that the director was about to say back into his stomach.

Walking to the door, carefully put the woman in the passenger seat, the man jumped into the car, and the sports car whistled, leaving only Quan Yileng alone in the wind.

Back at the villa, after everything was done, Mozu Beitan lay down beside Qianzike, caressing her hair, quietly looking at the woman's soft sleeping face, and his black eyes couldn't help flashing with a pampering that even he hadn't noticed.

Now, his mission is not only to take revenge, but also to protect the woman's safety. Now, her situation is becoming more and more dangerous, but the day of revenge is getting closer and closer......

Suddenly thinking of something, Mozu Beitan lightly dropped a kiss on the woman's forehead, got up and put on his coat, and walked towards the 'Golden Pavilion' with a black face.

The 'Golden Pavilion' in the middle of the night should have been extremely quiet, but at this time, the excited roar of Tibetan mastiffs can be heard here from time to time.

Mozu Beitan approached the woman sitting in the corner step by step with a dark face, and the dangerous aura came to his face, which made Yi Yuyan tremble.

"You, who are you? What do you want?! Yi Yuyan roared in fear, her eyes were covered with black cloth, and there was darkness in front of her at this time.

Mozu Beitan glanced at the special forces beside the woman, and motioned with his eyes to take off her black cloth.

There was a sudden light in front of him, and Yi Yuyan opened his eyes uncomfortably, only to see Mozu Beitan looking at him with a condescending attitude.

"Mo, Mr. Mo?!"

Yi Yuyan looked around, looked at the Tibetan mastiff in the iron cage on the side, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat all over his body, and began to tremble when he spoke: "This, where is this?!" ”

The man's thin lips whispered four words: "Your cemetery." ”

Cemetery?

"Mr. Mo, I don't seem to have provoked you, right?!" Yi Yuyan looked at the man in front of him timidly.

"You hate Asa Zike so much?" Mozu Beitan did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Hate, of course hate! She thinks she is something, she looks bullied all day long, she doesn't know and thinks that we are bullying her, and if she can't do it, she will pretend to be weak, so that others will sympathize with her, cheap. One person! ”

"It's not okay to be arrogant during this time, it must be a rich man on the list, and let the rich buy the economy of our Su Yu company, a vicious woman!"

"But then again, who's going to take a fancy to her? Oh, all she can see is a bad old man who is over the age of sixteen or blind, no. Lift the man! ”

As soon as she thought of that woman, Yi Yu's smoky mouth was unshielded, completely ignoring the black-faced man in front of her.

Suddenly, Yi Yuyan quieted down, because she felt a strong killing intent.

Mozu Beitan squatted down, holding the woman's chin with lead, and the force in his hand made the woman cry out in pain, the man looked directly into the woman's eyes, and his tone was cold and piercing: "Miss Yi means, I'm blind. Raise? ”

"No, no, Mo, Mr. Mo, I didn't mean that, I didn't say you!" Yi Yu didn't dare to take a breath, the powerful aura of the man in front of her and the strong killing intent pressed her breathing.

"All the things you have done to my wife, including poisoning Tang Yiyuan and framing her for secretly hiding drugs, we will settle the new and old accounts together tonight."

"Old, wife?! You, you are...... Uh......."

Without waiting for the woman to finish speaking, Mozu Beitan reached out and grabbed her neck, Yi Yuyan suddenly felt that she couldn't breathe, you can imagine how strong this man is.

Yi Yuyan glared at the man in front of her in disbelief: "No, no, this is impossible...... Belch..... You're Asakko's husband?! ”

Yi Yuyan struggled instinctively, looking down at the source of his strength, Mozu Beitan, his feet had already left the ground, his originally fair face was now flushed, and his hands were holding the man's wrists.

"Whoever hurts my woman, die!" With the last word 'death' coming out, only a crisp sound of 'gurgling' was heard, the woman's neck was crooked, and the body that was struggling just now immediately quieted down, and all the special forces present couldn't help but gasp.

Mozu Beitan let go of his hand expressionlessly, and Yi Yuyan fell to the ground like a puppet with a broken thread.