"Third Master Han?" Xiao Ying raised his eyebrows, quickly searched for these three words in his mind, and then frowned and asked, "Which Han Sanye?" Han Sanye of the Red Descendant Hall? ”

"Which Han Sanye will there be? Boy, get out of here! One of the bodyguards at the head looked at each other angrily, and stepped forward to grab Xia Tong's hand.

The owl sneered and slammed his hand away, moving as fast as lightning.

"Yo he......" The bodyguards saw that he was skilled, and they were immediately interested, so they put on a posture one after another, looking ready to fight.

Where does Xiaoying still have the effort to spend with them, now that Xia Tong is not covered by clothes, he has to take her away as soon as possible.

"Han Sanye, right?" Xiao Ying looked at the stretched car not far away, and deliberately amplified his voice and said, "Han Sanye is afraid that you can't touch the woman you have a crush on today, if you dare to move a finger of her, I guarantee that your Red Descent Hall will be wiped out tomorrow!" ”

Xiao Ying's words were naturally said to Han Yichen in the car, he was only a few dozen meters away from the extended car, his voice was thick and loud, and he must be heard in the car.

When the bodyguards heard this, they looked at each other, although they didn't believe it, they didn't dare to act rashly.

After a while, a pair of black leather shoes finally stepped out of the stretch car, and Han Yichen's shirt was wide open and he stepped out of the car.

"Who's so loud?" Han Yichen squinted, his blood-red eyes were like devils in the dark night, but they were unusually handsome.

His tall body leaned against the car door, his face languid, squinting at the owl.

The owl had the light on his back, and although he couldn't see his face clearly, he had a dignified aura, not like ordinary people.

Han Yichen smiled coldly: "Report your name, I want to see which gang dares to suppress the Red Descendant Hall!" ”

Xiao Ying didn't speak, but took out a business card and handed it to the bodyguard, motioning for the bodyguard to take it to Han Yichen.

The bodyguard didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly rushed forward and respectfully handed the business card to Han Yichen.

Han Yichen lowered his eyes, opened his eyes instantly, and looked up at Xiao Ying: "Are you the person of the Night Thunder Lord?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, following Han Sanye's side, he naturally knew many big names, and as for the name of Ye Tingjue, the bodyguards naturally knew.

This rumored Asian business tycoon is said to be worth enough to buy half the world, and there are countless identities behind the scenes, the most well-known to outsiders is the president of the Saintia Group, the financial tycoon of Wall Street in New York, and the duke of a constitutional monarchy in Northern Europe, known as the lord!

Not to mention them, Xia Tong was also shocked, she knew that Ye Tingjue's status was noble and extraordinary, but she didn't expect such a big reputation, it seems that Han Sanye also knew him!?

Han Sanye is a person on the underworld, and he actually knows Ye Tingjue, which shows Ye Tingjue's influence in the United States......

Ying sneered, then suddenly unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and turned around to drape it on Xia Tong.

Xia Tong glanced at Xiao Ying's chest, a little embarrassed, and shook his head, "Don't, you wear it yourself!" ”

Xiao Ying didn't say a word, lowered his head and quickly buttoned her shirt, and then turned to look at Han Yichen.

Han Yichen clenched the business card tightly, walked over step by step, squatted a few meters away from them, and looked at the two of them with heavy eyes.

"Han Sanye, before you start, I hope you find out the identity of the other party first, otherwise you won't know how you died!" Xiaoying swept him coldly, helped Xia Tong, and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Han Yichen stopped in a deep voice, and the bottom of his eyes was still bloodshot.

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