Chapter 1112

"Fart is a blessing in disguise. I'm just helping you to help Shenguo." Yin Gang turned his eyes and pointed to a bright white belt in front of him. "Let's go. Let's go somewhere."

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The moonlight at night shines on the sky of a village villa in Austria, just like silver light. Several eucalyptus trees stand upright in the square outside the villa, swaying gently in the breeze. This is a vast area. Apart from the villa, there are winding hills. All around are planted with fruit trees. There are many kinds of flower beds in some gullies. The environment is very elegant and charming.

A car was parked in front of the iron gate outside the villa. A man in a suit came out. He was blonde, blue eyed, tall and handsome. It was Harvey, who had met Yin Ziyu at the opening ceremony of Yanluo Xinsheng group, who called himself an overseas reporter of international Guangming newspaper.

This guy was almost the same as he was wearing at that time, but his face was no longer calm. It seemed that there was a character in the villa in front of him who made him afraid. After walking out of the car, he sorted out his clothes, carefully took his mobile phone and bag, pushed open the iron door and went in.

The iron door creaks, but it doesn't disturb the people in the villa, let alone the light.

At the door of the villa, Harvey swallowed his saliva, raised his hand cautiously and knocked on the door.

About two minutes later, I heard the sound of footsteps inside. Then a crack opened in the door, revealing a dry and wrinkled face. I looked at Harvey and said in a hoarse voice, "it's late. What's up?"

"I'm looking for my husband, isn't he asleep yet?" Harvey is very respectful.

"It's late. What can I do for you?" The dry face repeated what he had just said.

Harvey nodded: "if there is nothing important, I dare not disturb you, sir."

The dry face opened a crack in the door, and Harvey walked in. It came from the strange and pungent smell. It seemed that he had come to the cage of the livestock. Even though the perfume had been sprayed in the room, he could not help holding breath.

After staring at Harvey for more than ten seconds, his face didn't change, his breath didn't change, and he looked quite calm.

The dry face nodded with satisfaction, closed the door and turned on the light. Suddenly there was a light in the room, and Harvey could see clearly the furnishings in the villa.

In the spacious villa, there are no furniture and decoration styles of ordinary families. There are only a few thick ropes, and then a few steel columns. In the hall, there are wide chains tied on them, a few benches in the corner, and a few pools of wet liquid lying on the ground, emitting a fishy smell.

As if he had known this for a long time, Harvey didn't look any different. Instead, he turned respectfully and asked, "Sir, did you just have an activity?"

Dry face thick wrinkles moved, issued a hoarse voice: "master hate night, if you don't really move his things, had better go early."

"Of course, I don't seem to have to kill myself. What I bring is very valuable." Harvey smiles, showing his confidence.

"Then you wait." The dry face trembled and walked out of the other door, leaving a room full of pungent smell.

The reason why Harvey came here is to make a deal, a deal to get him out of control and live in the sun like a normal person.

It's a risky thing. It may even kill him. However, Harvey still did it without hesitation, even with keen expectation.

He wants to gamble. Instead of living in the days of fear, he should take this as an opportunity to fight for a future that is likely to live in the light of the clouds.

Before long, a voice came in with a dry face and a hoarse voice: "come here."

Harvey hurriedly took his mobile phone, picked up his bag and ran to the house. He pushed open the door leading to the inner courtyard. He found that it was cold and clear all around, except that a light was on in a bungalow in the courtyard behind the villa. His dry face stood at the door of the room with the light on. He bowed his body and motioned him to go quickly with his eyes.

Harvey's heart was tight for a moment, and he trotted in silence.

"Sir is in there. Good luck to you!" Dry face charged a, trembling toward the direction of the villa back.

Harvey swallowed his saliva, watched his dry face leave, looked back, knocked on the door, and said respectfully, "Sir, I have something in my hand that I want you to see."

The room was silent for a few seconds, and a faint voice came: "you know my rules, not everyone can see me. If it doesn't interest you, you're going to leave your life here. "

Harvey took a deep breath: "I do!""Come in, I'll see what's wonderful." The voice was also a little curious. Then the door opened to both sides without wind, and Harvey stepped in.

After entering, Harvey first took a look at the situation in the room. It was strange that there was such a strong pungent smell outside that there was not any in the room. A thin man stood in a circle with half black and half black and half black, waving his strange movements slowly.

This person has an ordinary appearance, even a mediocre face that can't be recognized immediately in the crowd, and he doesn't do anything. He is standing in the circle, drawing circles with both hands and feet.

If Havel had not been to the Central Plains for many times and had some knowledge of the culture of the Central Plains, he would have even mistakenly thought that the great man had lost his mind.

"My husband used to like the culture of the Central Plains very much. I lived there for three years, and I know that it has a name called Taiji."

Harvey took the initiative to speak, and simply took out a few enlarged clear photos from his briefcase, and held them in his hand respectfully.

The man was not from the Central Plains. After a fight, he took a breath, shook his head and said, "I just have nothing to show. The real 'Tai Chi' is the highest martial arts of the Central Plains. There are many people who practice it, and maybe it has some effect of strengthening the body. But if you really use it in fighting, you may not find five people in the Central Plains."

He went to the side, washed the handle, dried it and came over. He picked up the picture in Harvey's hand and looked at it. His brow wrinkled slightly.

"Dear Mr. Harvey, what are you showing me?"

Harvey came up quickly with a silky expression on his face. "Don't you think the texture on it is familiar, sir?"

"That's a little familiar to me." The man looked at the texture of the picture again, looked up in doubt and said, "but where have you seen it?"