Chinese Jing Mohao's sharp eyes flashed with determination, and then he continued to devote himself to-for-tat negotiations with the company's senior management.

It seemed that only by working non-stop could he forget the fact that Luo Xi was no longer around.

It seems that only by expanding wildly can he find his own existence, not be swayed by emotions, and become a slave to the hatred in his heart.

He never expected that a woman could run so rampant in his world, and the thought of her would make his busy life empty.

Luo Xi, when I find you, I will use all the hormones I have accumulated over the past few days to hug you as hard as I can, and use all the strength I have accumulated to merge you into my blood and bones, so that you will never have a chance to leave again in your life!

Suddenly, another message popped up.

"Report, suspicious vehicles have been found on Fifth Avenue in Tokyo, and Chen Jun is suspected to be haunting."

Jing Mohao's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately replied, "Keep an eye on me!" ”

The message that came back was too late to be opened, and the man had already disappeared into the room that had been silent for seven days.

Jing Mohao strode onto the helicopter, and the man in black, who hadn't seen his young master for a week, finally took a deep breath.

They knew that their young master would not be unthinkable because of a woman.

"Young master, there is an arms group called Banyan in Southeast Asia, and now it has entered the country." The man in black hurriedly reported.

Southeast Asia... Silence...

Jing Mohao sat in the cabin, his deep eyes narrowed, causing a fierce killing, "Check, check carefully, I can't miss a single detail!" ”

"Yes."

"Find time to confront them head-on, probe the reality of the other party, and report to me at any time."

"Yes, young master."

Jing Mohao pulled out a cigar and lit it, the lighter rolling between his fingers.

The name is forbidden, there must be some deep meaning.

The forbidden word was added as "silence", but it was like the crimson tattoo he had seen.

Without strong economic strength and strong connections, it is absolutely impossible to build an arms group, who will it be?

It's him? Or is he?

It doesn't matter who he is, he doesn't mind playing with them if they really come prepared.

Jing Mohao threw the lighter aside, leaving a bloody light of killing in his eyes.

The helicopter stopped on the roof of the Tokyo branch of Moyao, and Jing Mohao drove out of a low-key black Mercedes-Benz and drove to the target location at high speed according to the remote sensing positioning sent by his subordinates.

Tracked all the way to a hotel, the target vehicle was parked at the door, the door was opened, and several black-clothed bodyguards escorted Chen Jun out of the car and quickly entered the hotel.

Jing Mohao's eyes stared coldly at the moving figure, pulled out the safety rope from the back seat, stepped out of the car, and walked into the hotel door.

But Jing Mohao is not in a hurry to catch up with Chen Jun, he wants to see who he is going to meet with, he must sweep away these remnants this time!

Jing Mohao waited for a group of rabble to get on the elevator, and then slowly walked out from behind the hotel doorpost, looking at the number stopped on the fifth floor above the elevator, a burst of flying sand immediately splashed under his feet, and quickly ran to the top of the building.

Jing Mohao hooked the safety rope to the roof fence, grabbed the rope with one hand, buckled his waist with the other, and his fingers were loose and slid rapidly.

Estimating the location of the fifth floor, finding the right time, he pressed his feet on the wall, tightened his five fingers, and suddenly stopped at the height of the fifth floor, and fixed his feet on the wall between the two rooms.

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