Chapter 82

When Ning Ou saw Yin's coming over, she met her eyes. When she touched the irony in her eyes, her heart shrank and Yin's smile came back at the same time.

It's her choice, isn't it?

The two men's confrontation, the flow is the turbulent dark fire Nanxing city.

Yin Jiu watched them go away, their eyes dim and complicated.

"As soon as the Xu family collapsed, it was followed by the erosion of the Ning family, but the Ning family was much more complicated than the Xu family, and naturally it was more obscure."

Wu Sheng's voice rang out in her ears, which interrupted her watching.

"As soon as the Xu family collapsed, it was followed by the erosion of the Ning family, but the Ning family was much more complicated than the Xu family, and naturally it was more obscure."

Wu Sheng's voice rang out in her ears, which interrupted her watching.

"What does king like about Ning family?" Although the Ning family is a plutocrat in Nanxing, Hua Jingsheng is not short of money. How could he be interested in the Ning family.

"You don't see that?" Wu Sheng points to Ning Ou who leaves and asks.

Yin Chi shakes his head and they continue to walk in.

"Ning Ou is the man of Eagle gate, and he is also the man who speaks."

Yin's thoughts were like, "was it the night I was put in the dungeon that exposed me?"

Having been with Ning ou for so long, she has always known that the place is not as simple as it seems. She has a group of snipers, a warehouse that few people know about, Zhang xunmao, who has great endurance, and Ning Ou's resolute expression when using guns

Everything shows that they are people who have experienced killing.

But she has not guessed, but now Wu Sheng has revealed their true identity, so it is very likely that it is what Ning Ou said happened on the night of Zhao Tianqing's death.

And there must have been a constant confrontation between ning'ou and Jing Ye.

No wonder it's strange to see Ning Ou this time. In this way, he uses Xu Qingya for the same purpose that she can know. Just as he uses himself to enrage Hua Jingsheng, it's to break the last room between them and make them have no way back.

It is impossible for her to accept those who stand on the front line of the Xu family as enemies. And ning'ou also can't accept himself standing in the same line with the people who killed his good friends.

Because they are proud people.

"Yes, the war was very fierce that night. It was also because ningou attracted too much attention, so they neglected your side." Wu Sheng nodded.

Yin Chi looks at Wu Sheng and suddenly laughs, "is it because Ning Ou has attracted his attention and has no time to take care of me, or is master Jing testing my loyalty to him to see if I will betray him, so he doesn't limit me?"

“……” Wu Sheng looked at the clear eyes in front of him. He suddenly laughed, "how can you see that?"

Wu Sheng had thought about this problem at the beginning, but he was not sure what king meant.

I didn't expect Yin to guess.

"I'd rather I didn't see anything." Yin Gu lowers his head and grins bitterly. If it wasn't for Hua Jingsheng's murderous manner, she might not have guessed it.

He can achieve himself, but if he can't give back the loyalty he wants, then he can destroy himself without any effort.

Wu Sheng saw Yin's depression and put his hand on him. He said in a heavy voice, "you can't let King down, little Yin."

Yin Jiu stood less than two meters away from the door, looking at the hot flow of people inside, the gorgeous women, the colorful chandelier overhead, and chuckled, "I won't let him down."

"That's good."

The so-called cocktail party, in fact, is just a platform for accumulating contacts. The people present are experienced veterans who have been in the field for a long time, and they are also market warriors. After staying in an industry for a long time, they all want to try new things. Based on the desire trend, there are so-called celebrity banquets one after another.

Obviously, the purpose of this reception is not only to attract more Nanxing investors, but also for greater interests and prospects.

Desire is endless, people's pursuit of upward is endless.

On the second floor, the lights are dim. In the luxurious VIP Hall, the golden light flows and the colored glass is bright. It seems that the room is carved out of gold.

In this luxurious and luxurious room, three men in suits and shoes and excellent temperament sit around the table. The fragrance of tea is overflowing with the spread of the light. The misty and smoky smell of tea with intoxicating fragrance lingers on the tip of several people's noses, making the silent atmosphere comfortable.

Hua Jingsheng's dark blue eyes were as deep as the sea under the dim light. He pushed aside the fragrant tea and looked at the people surrounded by the dark light. He said in a deep voice: "you told me last night, I want to hear the opportunity you said."

After hearing Hua Jingsheng's words, the man leaned forward and was exposed to the light. His silver hair was grey, his sorghum lips were pink, and his whole facial features were deep and tall. Because of his old age, the fine lines in his eyes are very obvious when he laughs, but it doesn't damage his elegant bearing and outstanding demeanor at all. He says in broken Chinese, "Hua, don't worry. Why don't you taste such a good tea? China is really a place full of mystery and miracles. Look at the magical leaves. After repeated cooking, they can emit such a strange fragrance. How can you Isn't it attractive? "With that, he picked up the teacup in his hand, sniffed it gently, and his expression was intoxicated.

"I'm not interested." Hua Jingsheng doesn't like tea, only wine.

For him, that kind of thing is only enjoyed by those who have nothing to do, but wine is different. It can stimulate everyone's anger and wildness. He likes this kind of exciting feeling.

The man was not reluctant. After a sip, he gave a thumbs up to Mr. Zeng, who cooked tea for him. "I've drunk tea before, but it's not as good as Mr. Zeng's skill. I'm very honored."

Hearing his praise, Mr. Zeng was overjoyed, but restrained himself and said, "Mr. Gino, you are welcome. It's my pleasure to make tea for you. Just like it. "

seeing Hua Jingsheng's gloomy face, the middle-aged man, who was called Mr. geinuo by Mr. Zeng, immediately stopped the topic and said in English," I'm here tonight to tell you about it. "

Hua Jingsheng glanced at Mr. Zeng. Looking at the unsuspecting Gino, he said in Italian, "what's the matter?"

Seeing Hua Jingsheng speak Italian, Gino smiles a little deeper, "Hua, your vigilance is still so heavy. He's my man. You can rest assured."

"I didn't say I didn't believe him." Hua Jingsheng is indifferent.

"All right." Gaino did not insist, and then took out a piece of information from his arms, said: "I know you want to march into Russia? This is your chance. "

Hua Jingsheng took the document in his hand and opened it for browsing. Half a minute later, he looked up at Gino and said," is the form over there so tense now? "

"Of course, otherwise how could I do anything to let you come here and tell you about it." Gino nodded.

But Hua Jingsheng heard another deep meaning from his words, "it's still on Fang Yuanxi. People in Italy haven't got it yet. But Fang Cheng is dead, which makes them suspicious. "

"Those fools! I want them to find out their whereabouts, but I didn't expect that they were a little bit heavy handed and killed people. As a result, I am being watched by a group of flies and can't go back to my country for the time being. " Speaking of this, Gino's face was full of anger.

"There's something to cover up."

"So I want you to come here today. Except for this matter, Fang Yuanxi, I don't care whether that wild boy knows what he has. I can't let him walk out of this door alive! Moreover, he didn't seem to know that it was related to me. He went to the consulate to ask for my information, so I asked Mr. Zeng to hold the reception. Next, I need your help. "

When Hua Jingsheng heard his words, he said coldly, "there is an old Chinese saying, it's called cutting the grass to get rid of the roots."

After hearing what he said, Gino laughed and got a tacit understanding.

The clouds above are gradually changing, and the undercurrent below is surging.

Yin Jiu stood in an obscure corner, leaning against the window and watching the infield. He looked indifferent, but he was so cold that people didn't dare to be close to him. She looked at Wu Sheng, who was surrounded by people, chatting and laughing. Then she looked at Saifei, who was dancing in the flowers like a butterfly, and shook her head helplessly.

Scanning the inner court for a week, she did not see the figure of Ning ou and Fang Yuanxi. Even Xu Qingya's figure was not in the crowd, which made her feel strange.

At this time, a waiter with a wine tray passed by and asked if she needed to change her glass. Yin Chi was about to refuse, but the other party looked around and said in a low voice, "madam, someone asked me to take a message for you, let you go out, turn left along the house and go up to the attic, saying that he has something important to tell you."

"Who is it?" Yin is wary.

"It's a gentleman." The waiter hinted that Yin Jiu took the cup in his hand and continued, "this is what the gentleman asked me to give you."

"Yes, thank you." Yin Jiu holds the cup and obviously feels that something hard has been stuffed into his palm.

When he got to the corner, Yin Gu opened his hand, looked at the silver and thin scalpel in his hand, and looked at what seemed to have been brought out of Fang Yuanxi's operating table.

After I met ning'ou, I passed out. When I woke up, these things were gone. Maybe it was him.

The waiter said a gentleman gave it to her. Is it Fang Yuanxi or Ning Ou?

Let oneself go to attic, what is for?

For this kind of hint, she was dubious and decided to ignore it. No matter who is among them, she should not see, so as not to be in constant trouble.

But when she put the scalpel on the bar, she glanced at the knife face by chance. The light was close to the knife body, and the silver knife face was engraved because of the change of light angle, like writing something.

In her heart, she picked up the blade and looked at it carefully, recognizing the words on it.

There are only four words, but every word is thunderous.

Danger, go!