Back to the group, Qin Lang called a meeting with Liu Zhiwu and others.

Zhang Yun's death must be kept secret.

Qin Lang is not worried about his own safety. He doesn't see a little Zhang Jia at all. He is worried about Zhang's troubles with Yan Shuya.

Even if we know that Zhang Yun was killed by Qin Lang, what can Changyang do?

Qin Lang benefited the people in Kowloon Bay. When he was in Kowloon Bay, the crime rate in Kowloon Bay was the lowest in history.

They also believe that Qin Lang has his reasons for killing Zhang Yun, because Qin Lang is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

In this matter, Changyang and Liu Hailong and others choose to play dumb.

"Somebody." Outside came two men in uniform.

They came to Qin Lang and nodded slightly, then made a gesture of please: "Mr. Qin, please."

After all, this is a matter of Zhongzhou City, so Qin Lang needs to be taken back to Zhongzhou city for investigation.

Qin Lang looked at Changyang: "can you give me more time, I can arrange some things."

Changyang was silent for a moment. He chose to believe Qin Lang.

In the afternoon, Qin Lang came to Xinghe base.

"His grandmother's, a fart!" When Heilong heard that Qin Lang was going to be taken back to Zhongzhou for investigation, he restricted his personal freedom and slapped him on the table: "isn't it just a little Zhangjia? When did our brothers get so angry, boss? As long as you say something, I'll take someone to wash Zhangjia's blood immediately and make sure to do it well."

In the living room, yin and Yinhu also nodded.

This is really not Qin Lang's style. Outside China, I want Qin Lang to let go!

"No Qin Lang shook his head slowly: "things are too big. Don't underestimate the power of public opinion. Besides, it's enough for Changyang to help me secretly."

"By the way, is there anything unusual about Jiang Yang recently?" Qin Lang looks at the silver fox.

Qin Lang asks Yinhu to observe Jiang Yang.

Silver fox arms chest sitting on the armrest of the sofa slowly shaking his head, Jiang Yang this time is too quiet.

After Qin Lang and Jiang Yang signed the peace agreement, the Xinghe base and the Obsidian Gang didn't break into the river, although they couldn't avoid contact on weekdays.

But they were all well behaved and didn't cross the line.

"Don't you think it's too quiet, boss?" Silver fox bronze face looked over: "with my understanding of Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang is unlikely to be a willing compromise."

"You're right. The quieter he is, the more uncomfortable I feel." Qin Lang clenched his fist: "you must protect Yan Shuya secretly. When I'm away, Jiulongwan will be handed over to you."

The black dragon patted his chest and said, "don't worry, boss. Don't you worry about our brothers?"

Qin Lang smiles.

In this world, in addition to the old chief, Heilong, they are Qin Lang's most trusted people.

Give them Jiulongwan and yanshuya, and Qin Lang can go safely.

9 p.m., Kowloon Bay International Airport.

Outside the airport, Qin Lang was surrounded by a group of people. Qin Lang's hands were covered with clothes, and there was a guard on both sides.

Yan Shuya takes a windbreaker and puts it on Qin lang. although her voice is flat, it is full of concern: "late autumn, cold weather, I'll wait for you to come back."