Xia Chenghao smiled slightly: "It's really very regular, but I like efficient people, if I am a month in advance, I will pay 10,000 more, that's all." He took a paper bag from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"Liu Weisheng, if I knew that you threw money into the casino, it would make you regret it."

Liu Weisheng raised his head and looked at Xia Chenghao in surprise.

"Send all the collected information to this address, and I will check it at any time."

Back at the hotel, slowly passing through the corridor, Xia Chenghao stood at the door for a moment to confirm that there was no one in the room, because it was very quiet inside, and there was not even a heartbeat. Slowly pushing open the door, I could see at a glance that the basket of fruit on the table had been moved, and the position of the streamer was no longer the same as when it left.

But it didn't matter, he wasn't going to eat it anyway.

The slender body nestled in the armchair, with his feet resting on the marble windowsill, looked at the night sky with a glass of wine, and looked in the direction of the low-altitude shuttle port, a city without night, and all kinds of lights were lit up everywhere.

The low-altitude shuttle low-altitude shuttle port is even brighter, illuminating the connection as bright as day.

From time to time, low-altitude shuttles on the night shift take off or land, they come from a great distance, or are going to a great distance. The fuselage flew close to the hotel and then disappeared into the night, with only red lights flashing in mid-air.

It's late at night, and it's always a bit dreary, like most people's lives, but it's sad to be at Morty Reitto, for a man as rich as him to be dreary.

Xia Chenghao shook his head, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he drank the wine in his hand. Toss the glass back. It landed right on the wine cabinet at the bar.

Reaching out and picking up another glass of wine on the table. There are long wine glasses on the table, all kinds of wine, and the wine in them is also all kind.

In the basement of the hotel, this is a small room that looks a bit like a BCI secret office, although there are also several monitors, but the image on the camera is not a casino but a hotel room. Two other staff members were diligently listening to the various sounds coming from the monitors.

On one of the monitors, it was Xia Chenghao who was lying on his back drinking, he was gently sipping the wine and looked so quiet and indisputable.

Jeffrey and Hardy watched the scene with interest, through a camera in a spotlight on the ceiling.

"This is the person who really knows how to live, and every wine is just right." Jeffrey looked at the screen with emotion, the cigar in his hand emitting a light blue smoke, "The amount is just right, the order is just right, and even the speed of drinking is just right." This guy is really not simple. ”

A strange light began to flicker in his eyes, and he narrowed slightly. Smoke to block a hint of a strange smile.

"He's an alcoholic." The Massu grunted, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "I like guys who can drink." ”

It's just that he looks a little nervous, especially when Xia Chenghao throws the cup out casually, the whole person's breathing has a feeling of wanting to stop, maybe he made a big mistake.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a man who looked like a hotel security guard looked at Hadi the Masu in panic, and stopped talking.

Hardy's heart beat for a moment, it must not be good news.

"What's going on?" Jeffrey looked at the two of them, his eyebrows gradually raised, and his face became gloomy.

"All dead."

Two bodies were placed on the ground in black waterproof bags, and Hardy looked at Jeffrey with a disturbed expression.

"You let them go?" Jeffrey asked, looking at Hardy unhappily.

"Just want them to stare at him." Hadi stammered a little and said, of course he didn't just want to keep an eye on Xia Chenghao, it was impossible for everyone who won so much money not to leave a record here, if he didn't have a strong enough background, he shouldn't have so much money.

Jeffrey crouched down and looked at the corpses carefully, his gaze first resting on the two distorted hands, and then landing on a bloody hole in the armpits, both corpses.

He stood up.

"Where did you find them?" Jeffrey asked in a deep voice.

"On the side of the road, the two fell together." One of the two people in the crashed V2 hybrid car answered the question.

"The hands were pinched and they were probably tortured." Hardy said.

Jeffrey shook his head and said in a deep voice, "It's not torture, there are two people, one broke their hands and the other shot them to death. ”

"Why are there two, I thought it was him." Hadi asked, puzzled.

"If he can pinch another person's hand like this, then why would he use any bullet to kill someone? Hey? Jeffrey suddenly crouched down again and brought the two closer together, comparing the bloody hole that had gone through his armpit.

"This man is so clever with a gun." Jeffrey said with emotion.

"What do you mean?" Hardy was getting more and more confused.

"He used a bullet that went through this guy and then hit this guy with four thin slits in the ribs in between, breaking the major arteries of the heart and causing a lot of internal bleeding." Jeffrey stood up and clapped his hands, uneasy in his heart, the secret opponent was so terrible that cold sweat broke out on his back.

"You say it's two guys? Shouldn't we catch that guy upstairs first? And then bring in the guy with the gun, and finally kill both of them? Hardy asked.

"Nope." Jeffrey glared at Hardy fiercely, "This matter is over, haven't you died enough?" ”

Turned his head to look at the two men who were still wearing earmuffs.

"What do you hear?" Jeffrey asked.

"Nothing."

"Keep listening, but don't die." Jeffrey shook his head, took a hard puff on his cigar and quickly walked out the door.

After a moment of silence, Hardy waved his hand: "Dispose of these two guys." ”

Early the next morning, Xia Chenghao was sitting in the waiting room of the Mortieraeto International Low-altitude Shuttle Port, he was waiting for the flight to Yarman, the dilapidated Will Air Energy SUV was left in the parking lot next to it, and the two huge travel bags behind the car had already been placed in the safe of the Moralta Hotel, and perhaps no one would ever see them again.

It's cool, and the temperature outside is starting to rise, and the low-altitude shuttle port here is different, with many roulette wheels lined up along the walls making a noise, and everyone who passes by them, whether they're just arriving or just about leaving, pulls out a few coins to try their luck.

But very few people win, just like in casinos. (To be continued.) )