As soon as Chen Yang walked into the office, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a standard military uniform, sitting in a position that originally belonged to the island advocate at this time, and the person standing next to the middle-aged man was Zhang Guangyi, Zhang Guangyi at this time did not have the majesty of the island owner, but like a servant, holding a teapot, pouring tea for the middle-aged man in front of him at any time.

In this sea area, Zhang Guangyi is a veritable overlord, how many people want to live by his nose, but at this time, Zhang Guangyi is waiting for the middle-aged man in front of him like a shopkeeper, this scene not only made Chen Yang feel staggered, but also couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man drinking tea at the desk in front of him.

The middle-aged man's appearance is not outstanding, but a pair of eyes are like eagle eyes, very sharp, and at the same time, the middle-aged man's gestures exude a murderous aura, yes, it is murderous, as if the person sitting in front of him is a sharp steel knife, and he feels cold at a glance.

This kind of feeling, Chen Yang has never felt it even on the professional killer Li Changkong, and what kind of corpse mountain and sea of blood has the man in front of him experienced to exude murderous eyes all the time?

And the most interesting thing that made Chen Yang feel here was not that Zhang Guangyi was like a shopkeeper serving tea and pouring water to the middle-aged man in front of him, but Dongfang Li, who still had bandages on his shoulders in the corner, and his head and nose were blue and his face was swollen. At this time, he knelt on the ground with his head down, even if he saw Chen Yang coming in, he only dared to sneak a glance, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Chen Yang looked at Dongfang Li with bandages on his shoulders and plaster on his arms at this time, obviously he was beaten by Song Hui last night, but he didn't expect Song Hui to beat him badly when he left, and even his hand was broken.

"You are Chen Yang?" The middle-aged man asked, looking at Chen Yang with a very sharp gaze.

As soon as Chen Yang heard the middle-aged man speak fluent Dahua, it was obvious that the middle-aged man was also from Dahuaguo.

"It's down here, dare to ask the seniors who are—" Chen Yang said without humility or arrogance.

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the office was pushed open, and a shadow walked in.

"Dad! You're finally here! I miss you so much!"

Before he heard his voice, Chen Yang looked back and saw Tu Jiaojiao walking in at this time dressed dignifiedly, and at the same time walked towards the middle-aged man with a cheerful face.

And when Tu Jiaojiao passed by Chen Yang, she also stretched out her hand and waved her hand at Chen Yang, and said with a smile: "Hello, meet again, hehe..."

Chen Yang heard Tu Jiaojiao's greeting like an old friend, and sighed in his heart, could it be that this chick found out that he saved her last night?

So what are you doing here? Is it to ask for your own guilt?

But Chen Yang looked at Dongfang Li, who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word, and didn't even dare to raise his head, if he really wanted to ask his own teacher for guilt, it seems that this kid doesn't have to kneel, right?

Just now, Chen Yang's logical thinking was disrupted by Tu Jiaojiao's arrival, and now that he thinks about it, he feels that it is impossible to ask himself for the guilt, otherwise it will not be Song Hui who will come to find him, but lotus seed soup.

At the same time, when Tu Jiaojiao appeared, the middle-aged man sitting in front of the office desk and drinking tea also showed a smile for the first time at this time, and his cold face was also covered with a fatherly smile at this time.

At this time, Chen Yang also recognized the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, it seems that the man in front of him is Tu Jiaojiao's biological father, the rumored "Wanli Man Tu....... Tu Wanli!

When chatting with Song Hui yesterday, he didn't talk to himself about this killing god, and even Song Hui regarded Tu Wanli as an idol for his own learning.