V1.chapter 1

The Middle East

a dim yellow light on the desk lights up the large and luxurious room. On the brown leather sofa not far away, a gentleman with British style leans lazily on the sofa. Bai Zhe's long fingers hook up the cup on the coffee table and gracefully delivers red wine to his mouth. He looks at the watch on his wrist, and his deep eyes look like the closed big one The door seems to be waiting for something...

buckle -

nine o'clock, the pointer has just reached, and the knock on the door rings as promised.

"In!" The languid voice, like the sound of nature, eats people's heartstrings.

The door was opened and a man in black with sunglasses came in. He could not see any expression from his cold face. He took off the sunglasses and handed the brown paper bag in his hand respectfully.

Su Rao, the successor of Dechuan sushi group, is Rh negative O type.

"Back to Dechuan tomorrow!"

"Yes! Little Lord

After the man in black quit, he put the information in his hand aside, walked back to his desk, picked up some old photo frames beside the desk, and gently laughed at the corners of his mouth, then closed his eyes and gently kissed.

Ding Ding -

the cold bell rang. He picked up the phone. His beautiful face was suddenly covered with a chill, so he put down the telephone diameter and went out.

Black sports car park in an abandoned factory, just stop the car, not far away several figures ran to him.

"Little Lord!"

"How?" As he spoke, he walked into the factory which had already been opened.

"A lot of our goods have been paid and destroyed, and he has absconded with donations! Damn it

The man who was talking was a man with dark complexion, big build and fierce face. The more he said it, the more angry he became. He simply kicked the nearby oil bucket to the ground.

The empty factory building was noisy because of the oil tank he had kicked down. All the people present immediately looked at each other and closed their mouths one after another. In the terrorist party, Ed was famous for his bad temper. To be more precise, on this road, who knows who doesn't know him? Ed is a violent temper. If anyone makes him unhappy, he will directly blow up your nest. Absolutely I won't talk nonsense with you!

"Little Lord, there is an internal ghost!" Said Ed, biting his teeth.

Clap --

the heavy applause resounded through the factory building, and the people took a breath of air. Ed, who was so furious, was like being put out of the fire by a bucket of ice water and became very quiet.

"If you dare to say one more word, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Seeing the cold face of the man around him, ed covered his face with anger and retreated to one side. Everyone was quietly waiting for the next thing.

A middle-aged man, severely kicked to the ground, the corners of his mouth seeping with blood, looked at the young man with a gun pointed at him in horror.

"Little Lord, spare your life! I dare not, never again

"Spare me?"

He playfully said these two words, sneering at the pistol in his hand, directly hit the middle-aged man's thigh. In an instant, the bright red blood was used, and all the people took a breath. No one would have thought that the people who had been in the terrorist party for so many years were actually undercover, and they were still found out by the young owner. It can be imagined that the end will not be better.

The middle-aged man with two legs was shot. Looking at the blood on the ground, he cried, but no one dared to plead for him. The pain in his heart made him sweat like rain on his forehead.

He squatted down, took out a square towel from his pocket, wiped the muzzle of the gun, and said with a smile, "I heard that you have a daughter. Since you have worked so hard for so many years, let your daughter inherit his father's career."

"Don't There was a trace of anger in the cry of panic. He was about to say something, but it was not as fast as the bullet. His forehead was a little red, and he fell into a pool of blood with his eyes open.

"His daughter, let's comfort the brothers for their fright today."

"Thank you Hearing this, the crowd was ready to move, shouting as if to lift the workshop.