"Now there is no news of Jiang Fengming. We can only start from his subordinates. We have already sent people to bring him here." Leng Shaoheng's face was heavy and his voice was a little cold.
"Be careful. The safety of ink is the most important." Aunt Xiaolin is also worried.
Jiang Fengming took away Mo Mo just because he wanted money or something. As long as Mo Mo was safe, everything was easy to talk about and discuss.
"I know." Leng Shaoheng nodded.
No matter what the purpose of Jiang Fengming's taking away Mo Mo is, it's certainly not because of his kindness.
Jiang Fengming is very smart. He will not do anything that is not beneficial to him.
As for why Jiang Fengming took away Mo Mo, we can't know his purpose until we get in touch with Jiang Fengming and see what conditions he will put forward.
For example, the lion opens his mouth, or something.
After all, he was a man of many evils, and now, Mo Mo is in his hands.
On the one hand, it serves as his protector, on the other hand, it serves as his bargaining chip.
Two hours later, with a black bag over his head, Huang Mao was taken into Shen Qingqing's ward.
In fact, he doesn't have to put a bag on him. He knows who he's tied up with.
It must be Leng Shaoheng. Without him, there will be no one else.
And here, although the smell of disinfectant is not pungent, it can still be clearly smelled. It must be in the hospital.
The black bag on yellow hair's head was taken off.
"Where is Jiang Fengming?" Leng Shaoheng asked directly.
"Isn't he dead?" Huang Mao frowned, his voice was cold, and he couldn't hear any emotion.
It seems that Jiang Fengming has nothing to do with him. He is just a stranger.
"When your boss is dead, are you so calm and not sad at all?" Shen Qingqing's eyes were fixed on Huang Mao's face, trying to see if he was lying.
"Oh." Huang Mao sneered and pulled the corners of his mouth. Then he picked his eyebrows and looked down at Shen Qingqing.
"I remember that you are also an employee of Zhanfeng. Jiang Fengming is also your boss. I didn't see you sad when he died?"
"You Shen Qingqing choked and didn't know what to say.
"Don't get off the subject." Leng Shaoheng's face was cold, and his tone was covered with frost.
"You'd better be honest before I'm polite." Leng Shaoheng walks up to Huang Mao and looks down at him, his eyes are as cold as a poisoned cold blade.
It seems that people can be killed in the blink of an eye.
"Even if you cut my head off, I don't know where Jiang Fengming is."
Huang Mao a pair of indifferent appearance, shrugged, "however, I really know where he is."
"Where is it?" Shen Qingqing asks a way in a hurry, in the heart knead a sweat, worry Mo Mo, don't know how he is now.
What will Jiang Fengming do to him?
I don't know and can't imagine it.
Shen Qingqing pursed her lips, and her heart grew uneasy.
"Isn't he buried under the ruins of Zhanfeng?" Huang Mao chuckled.
"Are you kidding me?" Leng Shaoheng's face is more and more ugly. This yellow hair looks really hard to deal with.
"No, isn't he in Zhanfeng now?" Yellow hair lightly picks eyebrows.
"Don't pretend. Tell me where the wind of the river is." Leng Shaoheng asked.
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