Chapter 630

Xiong Miao was also hung on the sail, in the same way as Su Mumu.

It's just that she was hung on the other side of the sail.

The sea breeze smelled fishy, ​​and it blew on Xiong Miao's face, causing an incomparable sting.

But she still didn't have the heartache, discomfort, and pain she felt at the moment.

Why did it become what it is today?

Zhan Zifeng started the conflict and cold war between her and Zhan Yeling?

Was he just out for revenge against Zhan Yeling?

The endless sea is reflected against the vast sky.

It is boundless despair.

Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter "beep" sounded in the empty sky.

It vibrated Xiong Meow's eardrums and pulled her nerves.

Her pupils dilated, staring closely at the helicopter, the army green was so familiar.

It's Zhan Yeling!

Zhan Yeling is here!

"Drip, drop..." At the same time, the time bomb strapped to Xiong Miao's body began to count down.

As long as Zhan Yeling's helicopter flies over to save her, the bomb on her body will explode. The huge power of the bomb's explosion will definitely detonate the helicopter. At that time, she and Zhan Yeling will be blown to death in the air.

Xiong Miao naturally knew Zhan Zifeng's plan, she was afraid that Zhan Yeling would come over, and shouted: "Zhan Yeling, don't come here, I have a bomb on me!"

She was screaming with all her might.

The sea breeze blew past, muting her voice.

But she knew that Zhan Yeling could hear her.

The helicopter didn't head towards Xiong Miao, but landed vertically and stopped in mid-air. Zhan Yeling got off the elevator and walked to the deck.

He was dressed in a pure handmade black suit, which became deeper and deeper against the dark blue sea. He had a tall and muscular figure, full of aura.

Even though he was surrounded by people with guns on all sides, all guns were pointed at him.

He still didn't show the slightest fear, and the deterrent force around him remained undiminished. With long legs, he walked towards Zhan Zifeng who was standing at the top.

Wherever he passed, there was a gust of wind.

When he was one meter away from Zhan Zifeng, Zhan Zifeng raised the pistol in his hand and aimed it at his forehead.

"Zhan Yeling, you're here!"

He stopped in his footsteps, staring at Zhan Zifeng sharply with his deep eyes: "Your target is me, let them go!"

"Heh, your heart is not small, let me put two at once. Do you think I will agree?" Zhan Zifeng sneered, pointing his gun at Zhan Yeling.

"Tell me your conditions!" Zhan Yeling didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

"My condition is very simple, that is, if you die, the Rich Group will belong to me, and the control of the Zhan family will belong to me!" Zhan Zifeng raised his chin and said coldly.

The sea breeze lifted his off-white windbreaker, and it fluttered in the air, making hunting sounds.

"Let them go, I will immediately sign the contract to transfer all the shares of Rich Group." Zhan Yeling said calmly and calmly.

"How can that work? If you let them go like this, wouldn't there be nothing to restrain you? You think I'm a fool?" Zhan Zifeng raised his eyebrows, he knew how shrewd and cunning Zhan Yeling was.

"If you can bear two shots from me, I'll let them go!" After Song Mingzhe finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun went down and hit Zhan Yeling in the chest with a bang.

The sound of bullets piercing through flesh and blood was unusually obvious.

Zhan Yeling frowned, gritted his teeth, and endured the pain.

"No, don't!" Xiong Miao yelled, "Zhan Yeling, hurry up and leave us alone!"

She saw the bullet piercing Zhan Yeling's chest, as if piercing her heart, and the pain was severe.

She shouted at the top of her voice, at this moment, she only hoped that Zhan Yeling would live well.