Mu Haipeng never thought that this man would be so barbaric.

He never thought that Jiang Yang would not care about Sain's face at all and directly aimed the gun at his head.

Judging from the degree of distortion of Jiang Yang's index finger and the posture of holding the gun.

This man doesn't just want to scare him.

Mu Haipeng raised his hands, and the evil smile on his face disappeared.

"Mr. Jiang."

There was a hint of doubt in Mu Haipeng's eyes: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yang lifted the blanket on his lap and stood up.

Slowly walked in front of Mu Haipeng and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his chin.

Push slightly.

Mu Haitao raised his head, his neck was raised high, and the Adam's apple was clearly visible.

Jiang Yang tilted his head to look down, and the muzzle of the gun ran down his chin and tapped on his Adam's apple.

The flight attendant stood there at a loss.

Jiang Yang raised his left hand and waved.

The beauty immediately understood, took out a cigarette, and walked quickly to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang reached out and took it and put it in his mouth.

The beauty immediately lit the match, and her right hand trembled and lit the cigarette for Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang took a puff and pressed the muzzle of his right hand against Mu Haipeng's jaw again.

"Don't continue to talk to me when I don't want to pay attention to you."

Jiang Yang took a puff of his cigarette and spit upward.

"I bought this plane newly."

"I don't want this to be sprinkled with your blood and stain my new plane."

Jiang Yang once again picked up Mu Haipeng's chin with the muzzle of the gun and looked down into his eyes: "Do you understand?"

"Listen to ......"

Mu Haipeng just wanted to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Jiang Yang.

"Shh......h

Jiang Yang put his index finger to his lips and frowned slightly: "Close your mouth, I don't want to hear anything other than me."

Mu Haipeng inhaled slightly, sat there with his hands raised, and looked a little overwhelmed.

Jiang Yang took another puff of his cigarette.

He bowed his head and said, "I understand blinking."

"Let me know you understand."

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang and blinked.

Jiang Yang nodded.

He also said, "I came to Los Angeles this time to attend lectures, not to Sain."

"Whether I want to cooperate with Pi Qing, or where I stand, you don't count."

"It doesn't matter what Sain said."

After that, the muzzle of the gun knocked on Mu Haipeng's chin, and said impatiently, "Do you understand, give me a reaction if you understand."

Mu Haipeng swallowed his saliva with difficulty and blinked his eyes again.

Signal that you understand.

Jiang Yang's body leaned on Mu Haipeng's sofa, half-leaning in a very comfortable position.

One shoe is flat, the other is upright.

The suit on his body is all black, and the inside is a white shirt.

He seemed to be laid back.

The gun he was carrying in his hand was like a toy, and it gently knocked on the top of Mu Haipeng's head.

"Look at me."

Jiang Yang raised his head and smoked a cigarette, didn't look at Mu Haipeng, and said casually.

After hearing this, Mu Haipeng tilted his neck back and looked at Jiang Yang's chin.

Jiang Yang held the cigarette in his left hand, put it in his mouth and took a puff lightly, and spit it out gently.

The stewardess handed over the ashtray.

The index finger was lightly touched on the cigarette, and the ash landed right in the ashtray.

"What do I do when I go to Los Angeles?"

Jiang Yang is still careless.

Mu Haipeng looked back at Jiang Yang, his eyes blinking.

Unexpectedly, the butt of the gun in Jiang Yang's hand hit his forehead again.

The voice was a little unpleasant: "Speak."

Jiang Yang spat out a puff of smoke and looked down at Mu Haipeng: "You can open your mouth now."

Mu Haipeng inhaled slightly, adjusting his emotions: "I went to listen to Mr. Sain's lecture."

"Can I go?"

Jiang Yang lowered his head and asked.

"Yes."

Mu Haipeng said, "You are a distinguished guest invited by Mr. Sain, of course, you can go.".z.

Jiang Yang nodded, his eyes between his two fingers, and looked at Mu Haipeng lightly.

suddenly stopped speaking, which made Mu Haipeng feel shocked.

It was too quiet in the cabin.

The atmosphere is oppressive, but it is very eerie.

A few seconds later.

Jiang Yang removed the muzzle of the gun from Mu Haipeng's face, rested his right elbow on the back of the sofa, and looked at Mu Haipeng with interest.

There were dense beads of sweat on Mu Haipeng's forehead.

"You love to laugh."

Jiang Yang looked at Mu Haipeng and asked with a smile.

The smile on Mu Haipeng's face reappeared, and he responded, "I have suffered a facial muscle injury, and there is a problem with my facial nerves, no, laugh at you."

Jiang Yang took a closer look at Mu Haipeng's face.

Didn't continue the topic.

"What are the two things I hate the most?"

Jiang Yang looked at Mu Haipeng: "Remember?"

"Remembered."

Mu Haipeng still raised his hands: "I don't like to eat mutton."

"You can't ask questions when you don't want to talk."

"That's what you told me just now."

The air was quiet again.

After a few seconds, Jiang Yang smiled, smiling happily.

His right hand patted Mu Haipeng's face lightly, "You are very smart."

With that, he turned the muzzle of the gun, lifted the hem of his clothes, and put the pistol into his belt.

turned around and sat back on the sofa opposite Mu Haipeng.

His eyes stayed on Mu Haipeng's eyes again, just staring at them without saying a word.

Mu Haipeng put his hands down, looking a little unnatural.

I touched the teacup and wanted to drink water.

After thinking about it, I still didn't touch the cup.

"I'm sorry."

Jiang Yang looked at Mu Haipeng and said expressionlessly, "I don't have a good temper, I scared you just now."

Mu Haipeng raised his right hand to wipe his sweat, and immediately responded, "It's okay."

Jiang Yang didn't speak.

Mu Haipeng raised his head and found Jiang Yang's cold gaze.

"Oh......"

Mu Haipeng immediately explained: "No, I angered Mr. Jiang, and I brought this matter on myself."

Jiang Yang still looked at Mu Haipeng.

Another few seconds.

Jiang Yang smiled, leaned back on the sofa, folded his right leg, bit his index finger with his mouth, and then smiled: "It's all friends, what are you nervous about."

Mu Haipeng seemed to be even more afraid.

It was a fearful for no reason, spreading in the depths of his heart.

"You're from Theon."

Jiang Yang smiled, "It's my honored guest."

Mu Haipeng was slightly stunned.

Jiang Yang said, "I just teased you."

Mu Haipeng was puzzled.

Jiang Yang said again: "It's just that I'm a little bored during the flight, so I'm going to pass the time. You are Monsieur Sain's number one general, and I can't kill you."

Mu Haipeng took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa.

A handkerchief was pulled out from the inside of his shirt and gently wiped it on his forehead.

"Kill you."

Jiang Yang's teeth rubbed his index knuckles, and he looked at Mu Haipeng with a smile: "I can't explain it to Mr. Sain."

Mu Haipeng put away his handkerchief and said uncertainly, "Mr. Jiang, I know your character very well."

"You're making a big joke."

"I can't bear it."

Mu Haipeng was still palpitating, and said lightly: "As far as I was concerned, I had no doubt that you would shoot me to death."

I looked out the window, then inside the cabin.

"Above the sky."

Mu Haipeng shook his head slightly: "I hope you don't make fun of this kind of thing in the future."

"No problem."

Jiang Yang laughed and readily agreed.

Then the smile on his face disappeared, and he stared at Mu Haipeng's eyes again.

"But I also have one condition."

Mu Haipeng was stunned.

Jiang Yang looked at Mu Haipeng, his face was cold, as if he had a layer of frost.

His eyes stared straight at Mu Haipeng, narrowed slightly, and said word by word.

"Don't joke with me in the future."