The Asian Youth Society, together with Kani Susanna's group of nine cars, walked a short distance down the path and saw a large manor farm in the distance.

Arriving at the gate of the manor, before getting out of the car, Meng Chuan'er said: "Boss Song, you wait for me outside! I will go in alone in first, if there is any problem, I will inform you immediately." ”

Song Duxin was almost angry with this little aunt and grandmother, she didn't show it on her face, she just shook her head and said: "I don't care what you want to do, it's not just because you promised me many benefits, I want to say, I'm also a bloody man, I can let them wait outside, but I have to accompany you in." ”

Meng Chuan'er thought for a while: "That's okay, but let your people put away their weapons, don't have any conflicts for the time being, if something really happens, it's not good for your Yaqing's reputation."

At least before the reporters leave, you have to keep Hanchuan and Yidao watching. Here, I have my plan, I have a hunch that Bonanno's boss is here, but what we want to meet is definitely not. ”

Meng Chuan'er turned her face to Lin Hanchuan and Zhen Yidao and instructed solemnly: "You two, lead people to guard the door, don't let even a mosquito out, but don't do it if you don't get the news." ”

Lin Hanchuan and Zhen Yidao looked at each other, damn this is giving an order??? the old man is so old In addition to the old man's order, there was actually another one who gave orders??? the two looked at Song Duxin with a confused expression, Song Duxin nodded with a wry smile, and didn't say anything more.

Then he took the card and Meng Chuan'er and walked in with the stupid man with a broken finger, and as soon as he entered the big iron gate, six or seven people surrounded him with guns, and searched the two of them from top to bottom, to make sure that there was no problem, and a group of people walked inside around the two of them, as if these two people were two human bombs.

Meng Chuan'er glanced at the entire courtyard, there were at least thirty or forty people, and each of them had weapons, it seemed that this group of people had been prepared before they came. This is different from the feeling of interviewing Lao A when I was a war correspondent? Now this group of people is staring at each other? I can't wait to devour the lives of Song Duxin and Meng Chuan'er alive.

Song Duxin frowned, it is estimated that the feeling and mood at this time must not be good? At this time, he is betting his net worth and life on a woman he didn't know anything about before? This Meng Chuan'er is not sure at all about what he wants to talk about or how to talk about himself.

It's a bit of a tiger to think about, but that's already the way it is? I had to bite the bullet and go inside. Song Duxin looked at the back of Meng Chuan'er, who had never looked back, and sighed in his heart? Have been cautious all your life? Accompanying her for such a trip is the most outrageous impulse.

The two of them were taken to the main building, an old-fashioned building that seemed to be over 100 years old, and walked into the hall on the first floor? It is as solemn and grand as a church.

On the right-hand side is a meeting room? They were brought in here. There were three people in the room, one of whom seemed to be in his sixties, with white hair and beard, wrinkles and ravines on his face, and sharp edges and corners like a knife and an axe.

Half-squinting at the moment? Sitting at a desk, drinking red wine and smoking a cigar, the eyes swept through with the afterglow, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Two other white men in their forties and fifties sat on the couch in front of them - the ass was only a third of the couch? He sat respectfully and bowed his head to the old man. As soon as Song Duxin and Meng Chuan'er came in, they interrupted the conversation of the three of them.

The stupid thing with the severed finger lowered his head crookedly, and didn't dare to gasp? Weakly reported: "Boss, someone brought it." ”

The old man waved his hand? The fool went out first. Some of the remaining people didn't go out? Instead, he stood aside with a gun? Aimed at Song Duxin and Meng Chuan'er.

The living room is a large area, with a distance of nearly 10 meters from the roof to the ground, and the crystal chandelier refracts the luster of the marble floor. The atmosphere was oppressive and tense, and the air was quiet enough to hear everyone's gasps.

The old man did not mean to let Song Twilight and Meng String sit down, but spread his arms around the sofa, looked at Meng Stringer with a cigar in his mouth and said, "Not bad, I admire you Chinese, brave and decisive." The only disadvantage is that it is not self-sufficient. ”

Meng Chuan'er looked at the person holding the gun at him, dusted off the corners of his suit, raised his head and said with a smile: "Each other, I also admire you Bonanno, quick thinking, dare to imagine." But the only drawback is self-righteousness. ”

The three of them all laughed after hearing Meng Chuan'er's words, and the old man continued: "Little girl's words are sharp, I hope you can keep talking to yourself." If I'm not mistaken, you're here to see me today to talk about how to pay it back. ”

The old man spat out a smoke ring, and his voice was old and slow: "You have broken two fingers of my man, if the matter of money satisfies me, I am willing to make you a friend, if not, Bonanno will also fulfill the obligation to inform your family." ”

Song Duxin did not reveal his identity, and he did not say anything about this threat. In fact, Song Duxin only appears in public once every three years, that is, the public election in Han Street. But every time there is an open election, a large number of people from the Asian Youth Club are watching, and if someone tries to take a photo, it is forcibly deleted.

But Bonanno must have had a blurry photo of Mr. Song, who himself changed his outfit and hairstyle after every public election, and sometimes played with small accessories such as glasses.

It's just that no matter how much Bonanno calculates, he probably didn't expect that the old man of the dignified Asian Youth Club would be crazy enough to accompany Meng Kuan'er into this place alone. So even if you can guess that the two fingers may be the handiwork of the Asian Youth Society, you can't imagine that Song Duxin himself is here.

Meng Chuan'er stepped on high heels, looked directly into the old man's eyes, walked over slowly and steadily, step by step, walked to the single sofa opposite the old man, sat down with his legs, leaned back, folded his long legs, and raised Erlang's legs.

Song Duxin was expressionless, quietly stood behind her, and pressed Meng Chuan'er's shoulder with his right hand, as if telling her silently, I am.

Meng Chuan'er's heart instantly became a lot more steady, in fact, she was also afraid, but she was more angry than afraid. Thinking of Yu Xiaoshan's swollen body, she had an urge to kill. And the old man of the Asian Youth Club is standing behind her at the moment, and it is estimated that he is not only unprecedented, but basically unprecedented.

After sitting down, Meng Chuan'er lit a cigarette and smoked it, spit out a smoke ring at the old man, and asked with a disdainful smile: "Then what if I don't pay back?"

Without waiting for the old man to say anything, the man on the sofa on her left raised his gun and loaded it against Meng Chuan'er's head.

The sound of the gun being loaded was crisp and pleasant, Meng Chuan'er had been threatened with this thing many times in her life, in fact, every time, in the face of the muzzle of the black hole, her heart was trembling. However, it seems that every time, she can find a more important reason than her own life to break through the ghost gate.