Shen Qingqiu thought of the person who hit him, and a cold glow appeared in his eyes.

"Miss." A familiar voice came from behind him.

Shen Qingqiu turned around and saw Uncle Da at a glance.

A hint of surprise that couldn't be concealed flashed across her eyes, "Uncle Da." ”

"Are you looking for this?" Uncle Da stepped forward and handed the phone to Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu saw the phone, his eyes flashed slightly, and he hooked his lips and smiled, "Thank you." ”

She took the phone and asked nonchalantly, "How did you find it?" ”

Uncle Da said without changing his face: "I happened to see it." ”

It's a coincidence again.

Uncle Da noticed the indifference between Shen Qingqiu's eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and covered the self-deprecation in his eyes, "Miss, if it's okay, I'll go first." ”

"Okay." Shen Qingqiu silently watched the figure of Uncle Da leaving.

She knew she shouldn't be suspicious of Uncle Da.

But what has happened recently makes it difficult for her not to suspect Uncle Da.

Since the other party stole her mobile phone, not to mention He Juxin, she was bound to flee the scene, why was she caught by Uncle Da?

Unless he knew the other party's intentions from the beginning!

If everything is really as she expected, then what is Uncle Da's protection for her all these years?

The driver drove over to pick up Shen Qingqiu.

She bent down to get into the car, looking at the gradually thickening night, and her apricot eyes were full of thoughtfulness in the depths of her apricot eyes.

——

Haicheng in the middle of the night is just the right time for the lights to shine.

Uncle Da drove to a bar.

The bar is dimly lit and decorated in a French style, creating an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere.

The men and women on the dance floor writhed their bodies casually, occasionally touching their bodies inadvertently, exchanging ambiguous glances with each other, and achieving a night of absurd indulgence.

Uncle Da looked indifferent, and walked straight to the elevator with steady steps.

The moment the person at the bar saw Uncle Da, he immediately dialed the internal phone.

However, before he could say a word, he was pressed by Uncle Da on the table of the bar.

The man subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, only to hear Uncle Da's calm voice slowly sounding, "This is Haicheng, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise your master will not be able to save you!" ”

Hearing this, the man secretly gritted his teeth, and had to glare at Uncle Da viciously.

"Did you invite me in, or did I go in on my own?" Uncle Da took the phone and said coldly.

The man on the other side of the phone chuckled and gave him a look.

After a while, Cuntou walked out of a heavy wooden door, turned sideways slightly, and made a gesture of invitation to Uncle Da.

Uncle Da snorted coldly, and walked straight towards the wooden door without squinting.

Looking at the posture of Uncle Da walking in front of him, he couldn't help frowning.

He really felt that the man in front of him was psychic.

They were able to find their hiding place accurately, the former docks, and now the bar.

No exceptions!

In the dark corridor, Uncle Da walked straight to the deepest box.

The door opened, and Hell folded his legs in the corner of the table, a dart in his hand, stabbed at the man on the wall in a bored manner.

The man had already been beaten to the point of being inhuman, and he trembled with fright as he looked at the darts that were coming at him.

But his hands and feet were tied, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Since you're looking for me, I'll have to go to you." Hell said, plunging a dart into the ear of the man bound on the turntable.

With the blood flowing, the man wailed in pain.

Uncle Da glanced at him indifferently, then pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Hell.