No matter what else, outsiders can't be allowed to go up now, and whether the grumpy woman will shoot them into a sieve or not, it's hard to clean up some poisoned weapons in that area alone.
From the point of view that people can get around them, it is not an order of magnitude.
"Yes, Mr. Ye!"
Although I don't know what play the big boss is playing, now that someone has spoken, that is to say, don't use it. Although the two bodyguards have doubts in their hearts, they still promise.
Um
After two bodyguards arranged by Liu Yuanwei are separated, ye Mo looks back at his residence and is speechless. Now he has no place to go because of this unexpected guest.
"Didi!"
Just when ye Mo decides to find a hotel or something to deal with the night, his mobile phone suddenly rings. There is a quite unexpected number on it. Ye Mo connects the phone without thinking about it. Now there is something to do that can postpone the embarrassment of nowhere to go.
"Hello, is that brother ye?"
After the phone was connected, the person inside looked a little embarrassed and asked.
"What's the matter, brother Wendong? What's the matter?"
Ye Mo is a little stunned. Listening to the voice in the phone, there is obviously something wrong. There are some loud and noisy music in some entertainment places. Although Zeng Wendong found a relatively quiet place, ye Mo still hears something wrong with his ears.
"Brother ye, well... I have some friends here who want to see you. Is it inconvenient for you to come?"
Zeng Wendong said with a pinch that he didn't want to call ye mo. however, he was forced to the stage and had to do it.
Hearing Zeng Wendong's words and combined with the internal voice of his phone, ye Mo has roughly guessed what's going on.
It is estimated that in order to deal with the coping of the medical personnel of all parties, Zeng Wendong took a vacation, ran out to play, and then bet with others on something. Only then did he call himself.
This kind of situation is not uncommon in Yanjing. It's a place of mixed fish and dragons. Gambling is quite a relief for these rich second-generation dandies, and winning the gambling will also improve their reputation.
Ye Mo has no leisure to play with these people. He is preparing to refuse. As a result, Zeng Wendong's original pleading tone on the phone has become begging.
"Brother ye, just help me this time. After this time, I will never bother you because of such a small thing. I......"
Before Zeng Wendong finished, ye Mo sighed, interrupted each other and said.
"Where are you?"
"Me... Hmm?! brother ye, you promised? I'm in the Haoting Crown Club, VIP private room and Imperial Hall in Dongjiang. When will you come? I'll pick you up. Where are you now?"
Zeng Wendong had planned to explain something. As a result, ye Mo almost didn't react after he promised. After he reacted, he was so excited that he was incoherent that he asked in a hurry.
"No, I'm just fine. Just wait for me there."
Yemo turns around and takes another look at his residence. Although the lights are turned off, Yemo can still see a faint shadow gathering. It seems that the uninvited guest is picking up the concealed weapons she threw out.
"That's OK! Thank you, brother Ye. Thank you so much!"
Zeng Wendong said excitedly and thanked him all the time.
After ye Mo hung up the phone, he went to the intersection and stopped a taxi. After reporting the address, the driver looked at Ye Mo hesitantly and confirmed the position before starting the engine.
After all, this kind of people who come out from one entertainment street to another entertainment place feel a little strange.
After getting on the bus, ye Mo doesn't bother to answer the driver's peeping eyes through the interior rearview mirror. He sits on the seat, looks out the window and frowns slightly. What he thinks about is the masked mysterious woman.
Li Yonghai said that the man who gave him the concealed weapon bamboo tube was clearly a man and a strong man. Although the one he bumped into was a little reckless, his kung fu was practical and his technique was very old. There was no doubt that he had received orthodox and professional training.
This time, who is the real Tang Kui, and will the Tang family whom Shaodi went to see have anything to do with it?
Behind this ancient inheritance is also complicated and intriguing. Like the state of Dongjiang Biao power, it is calm on the surface, but below it is turbulent!
Dongjiang, which is approaching autumn, has a more pleasant climate at night. Many people directly extend their nightlife indefinitely. Many people go to various hotels or entertainment places on the street. Although the location of this Haoting Crown Club is not as crowded as that of East Street, it is the so-called "high-end consumption" area.
It is the favorite place in some dandy Yamen. In order to show their status and strength, most of the luxury cars in Dongjiang almost stay in this street at night, so the taxi Ye Mo takes is very conspicuous here.
After paying the money to get off, ye Mo was immediately swept by several disdainful eyes.
Looking at the large club with glittering scenery and luxurious decoration in front of him, and looking at all kinds of luxury cars parked on the street, ye Mo frowned slightly. This feeling is really inexplicable... Familiar
In order to escape the attention of those people, ye Mo often hung out with the dandies in Yanjing, but the purpose was to make himself "attract attention" so as to achieve the purpose of "not attracting attention". In a flash, he had not been to such a place to sell gold for three years, but he felt like an afterlife.
"Stop!"
As soon as ye Mo stepped forward, he was stopped by the security guard. The security guard has a very wide perspective and is facing the road, so any people coming and going on both sides can be found at the first time, so he won't miss the arrival of "big people".
The boy just got out of the taxi and was obviously "stunned" for a long time after seeing the luxurious face of the boss's house.
This kind of person is undoubtedly the kind of penniless and poor. He wants to sneak in and take some photos and send them to his circle of friends to satisfy his sense of vanity!
Before ye Mo came here, the security guard of "countless readers" had already labeled Ye Mo and made a conclusion.
Yemo goes straight to the door and ignores the security guard with a mocking face.
"I fucking told you to stop. Are you deaf? Is this where you should come? Where's the poor dog? Polish your dog's eyes and have a good look at where it is!"
The feeling of being ignored is more uncomfortable than pointing to the nose and scolding. The security guard was directly angry.