Chapter 347

Yin moting came downstairs, put on his coat with Haus and checked his equipment.

HAOSI looked at Yin Mo Ting's concentration, thought and thought, "master Mo Ting, I'd better go with Mr. Zhao tonight. You are a man with a wife and children, and Yan Shang's future can't be without you. Just stay."

"If our action tonight fails, someone must explain on behalf of Yan Shang."

HAOSI's Chinese still sounds so awkward, but the real emotion in his words is not false. He sincerely hopes that Yin moting can stay. After all, whether Yan Shang or Shengkang group, or Liu Moxi can live without HAOSI and Zhao Bin, but without Yin moting, the sky is really falling.

"Yes, Mo Ting, house is right. I also don't think you should participate in the action tonight." Zhao Bin tidied up his belt and said.

Yin Mo Ting raised his eyes and looked at them, turned to the ground and continued to tidy up his equipment. He just said coldly, "no, I must go."

Zhao Bin knows Yin moting's temper. He has decided that nothing can be changed.

House seemed a little worried, "but master Mo Ting..."

When he was about to persuade him again, Yin moting interrupted his words. He patted Haus on the shoulder. "Just because I am the little Lord of Yan Shang, I can't abandon Yan Shang's comfort. If I don't go today, Yan Shang will really collapse. Moreover," he paused and looked up at the direction of Liu Moxi's room upstairs, "I can't let her marry an irresponsible man."

After that, he smiled at Haus with evil charm and full of confidence, as if he were going to a gorgeous ball tonight, not a dangerous action.

Haus shrugged helplessly and could only start behind Yin moting.

The night is black as the ink splash, as if the moon is awesome tonight, and to cover up for them, they have already hidden in the clouds.

Yin moting and the three of them slipped all the way to the front door of the Qin family's main house along the back door of the Qin family's villa area. Under Yin moting's gesture, Haus and Zhao Bin hid themselves on both sides of the stone steps of the villa door. Yin moting stared at the villa door. It was a hidden door crack. Was it deliberately reserved for him today or inadvertently lost.

Thinking for a moment, his steady and powerful steps have reached the first step, firm and awe inspiring.

"What are you doing? Come back," Zhao Bin rushed forward, dragged Yin moting back from the steps and shouted at him in a low voice. "Yin moting, are you crazy? Look at our dress today. Do you think we will be regarded as guests if we bump into Qin Haocheng now?"

The three of them, wearing black training clothes and black hoods on their heads, know that they are killers except that they can distinguish each other and be seen by anyone.

"I want to bet on his conscience." Yin moting's eyes burst out from the two black holes on the black headgear and became the most dazzling color in the dark night.

Today is the day when Lin Zixuan died. Yin moting really wants to know what the meaning of this day is for Qin Haocheng. I was so sad alone that I forgot to close the door. On such a day of losing his wife, we can still win the game and invite them into the urn.

He asked himself that his every move in the Qin family these days did not reveal any flaws. Only a few of Yan Shang's confidants knew that his plan to lurk in the Qin family could not be leaked through spies. If Qin Haocheng had the opportunity to find his abnormality, it was Lin Zixuan's attitude towards Liu Moxi when he was in the rescue room.

If Qin Haocheng still noticed these details when his wife was still in emergency treatment, Yin moting really didn't know whether he should be vigilant against meeting a strong opponent or lament that he had such an old father-in-law?

"Yin moting, wake up. This is not the time to gamble. You want to gamble. When Yan Shang's business is decided, go to Macao and I'll gamble with you to ruin your fortune."

Zhao Bin grabbed Yin moting's arm. What Yin moting said was not gambling at all. Once he opened the door and went in, all his wealth would be on his back. He would never allow Yin moting to take this risk.

Yin moting, with a light pick at the corner of his mouth, held Zhao Bin's wrist and pulled his hand off his arm. "Don't worry, he won't be difficult for me." Then he turned and walked to the door. Zhao Bin had already burst into foul language behind him, "shit!" Knowing that Yin moting was going to play such a exciting game, he didn't come with him and let him die alone.

Yin moting went to the door. Through the narrow crack in the door, he saw the light in the house, which was no different from the night outside. However, compared with the outdoors, there is a silent hot air gushing out from the inside, like the call of the dark vortex, thrilling and exciting, but it is always desirable.