Chapter 737

Li Beinian to the airport, Cheng Su has been waiting for her in the airport.

She came forward to help her with her luggage, and then walked towards the gate.

When we arrived in the capital, it was 11:30 p.m.

Li Beinian called musichen, but no one answered.

Li Beinian sent a message to muxichen, but no one returned.

Looking at the haze sky of the imperial capital for a long time, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Peace, everything.

Hopefully, it can be reversed.

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after seeing Li Beinian off, muxichen directly left for the place designated by Byron.

Belan had been waiting there, dressed in a dark brown leather jacket with only a black T-shirt inside, with an exaggerated old foreigner's face printed on it, squatting on the roadside smoking with sunglasses.

Seeing musichen's arrival in the distance, belan stood up, took the cigarette from his mouth, flicked the ash, and then took off his sunglasses and walked towards him.

Musichen watched as Byron came step by step and got out of the car slowly.

"Hey, old friend!" she said, with big smile on her face

Musichen glanced up and down at him, ignoring.

With a deeper smile on her face, belan threw the cigarette end towards his trouser legs, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Musichen leaned slightly and avoided.

Byron scoffed. "Go."

Musichen was taken to an alley, and three or two big men in black leather came out.

When he saw him, he had scorn and resentment.

However, no one took the initiative.

Musichen looked at them, as usual, calm and free, without any fear of being trapped in the enemy camp.

Beren hated the appearance of musichen, sneered and ordered, "search."

Deliberately speaking Chinese, so that musichen said more real.

Those few people were members of the P.I.T., and their enmity with him had already been deeply planted.

At this moment, he went forward and immediately explored musichen.

One of them, with a detector, was searching up and down on musichen's body.

The other one went forward and directly pulled his coat and said, "take it off. Is there anything in it?"

The action is a little rough, just a touch, the wrist was directly caught by a big hand.

As soon as the man's face changed with pain, he opened his mouth and said, "duck!"

Musichen's eyes were cold, and he kicked directly at him.

No mercy on the next foot, a kick will directly kick him to the ground.

The faces of the others all changed, and then they rolled up their sleeves.

"Stop it!" "What do you want to do?" he said

Muxichen shook his clothes, and his eyes were indifferent: "let your people be honest."

The man whose wrist had been wrung by musichen had a dark face and a tight masseter, and he was unwilling to go forward and do it.

Byron's eyes swept away. "I'm going to let him do business later. I'll beat him up. You come?"

The man's face is more and more distorted, to him than a middle finger, gnashing teeth and swearing: "first give you more arrogant period of time."

Musichen heard this, light sneer, immediately, looking at Belem, "where are the people?"

Belan felt out the cigarette case again, drew out one to light it, sneered: "change our clothes first."

Musichen raised his eyebrows.

"Don't play tricks," belan said, laughing brightly

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