Chapter 771

The woman doesn't pay attention to Meng Qingyang, but pouts her lips and stares at Wang Fan in the distance, just like a poisonous snake, but doesn't say a word.

"Damn, it seems that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin. I want to see how hard your mouth is." Meng Qingyang looked at this scene, is angry!

He no longer had the color of the previous squint, more did not have the previous pity, but grabbed the woman's hair, backhand a few slaps on the face to shoot up.

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Meng Qingyang didn't pay attention to the woman's sadness. After scraping her hands, he ran to the table and grabbed a fork, then returned to the woman.

"Tough mouth, right? Not really, right? I'll cut your face one by one, and then inch by inch, I'll see how hard you can talk. "

Meng Qingyang said, and moved the sharp fork to the woman's face.

He lost such an adult in front of Wang Fan. Now if he can't deal with such a woman, he really has no face to explain to Wang Fan.

In any case, he had to pry open a woman's mouth.

Wang Fan didn't speak and didn't stop Meng Qingyang. He just looked at the scene coldly.

He knows that Meng Qingyang wants to perform and make up for his mistakes. He doesn't mind letting Meng Qingyang perform.

Wang Fan suddenly found out that he was not as good as Meng Qingyang. Although he had no intelligence when he saw a beautiful woman, he could be cruel to her, but he was really unambiguous.

If he were Wang Fan, he would not be able to be like Meng Qingyang. He would have to cut off other people's hands and feet even if he had spent other people's face.

The woman heard Meng Qingyang's words, her body suddenly trembled, and her eyes were obviously scared.

She didn't wait for Meng Qingyang to spend her face. She quickly said, "I'm from White Owl benevolence!"

"Bai Xiaoren said that you swept his face in Jinzhou, and the Shenyao No.1 incident used Su Weiwei to make trouble for him, so he sent me to kill you and let out a bad breath!"

As if the woman was really afraid, she suddenly said what she knew, "I've told you. I've already told you. If you want to kill me, please give me pleasure. Don't humiliate me!"

White Owl?

Hearing these three words, Wang Fan's eyes narrowed.

Meng Qingyang was also stunned.

Su Weiwei was shaking all over, and the whole person felt a little unnatural.

It can be said that the only thing that has not changed at all is a Biao and the night.

Especially Su Weiwei, her mind became complicated in an instant. She didn't know what to do.

Bai Xiaoren is her old master. Although she is regarded as a chess piece, it is good for her.

She is really not willing to see White Owl Ren and Wang Fan pinch up.

"Oh? Are you a white owl? Are you sure you didn't lie to me? " Wang Fan strolled to the woman, slightly bowed his head and asked condescending.

"I swear, I don't have a word to say!" A woman roared as if she knew her life.

"Well, I believe you."

Wang Fan said, looking at Su Weiwei, "call Bai Xiaoren and ask him to come and lead me before night, and give me another explanation. If he doesn't give me an account before night, I'll give him an account! "

There is no doubt about Wang Fan's tone. He could have contacted Kong Wucheng and asked him to help find Bai Xiaoren's position and then kill him.

But first, he didn't quite believe the woman's words. Second, he saw Su Weiwei's hesitation and struggle in her eyes, so he gave it to Su Weiwei.

Now that Su Weiwei has decided to follow her, Wang Fan will never allow her to read the old love. What he needs is absolute loyalty.

What he needs is Su Weiwei who will pull the trigger without hesitation even if he says he wants to shoot Bai Xiaoren.

"Yes, Wang Shao." Su Weiwei's face was complicated, and she felt out her cell phone and dialed.

Boom.

But her phone has not been dial out, a loud noise, the door of the box was suddenly knocked open, followed by a group of people rushed in.

Headed by a young man in his thirties, he held a golden gun in his left hand, with high eyes and high prestige.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen men with a strong smell of blood and fire. These men are veterans who have experienced many battles. They have a strong sense of killing.

Su Weiwei looks at the head man, Bata, the mobile phone falls on the ground, the facial expression is instantly ugly, "Zhuo a gun?"

If Su Weiwei had some doubts about what the woman said before, now she has no doubt at all.

Zhuo a shot, white Xiaoren high price to dig the sharpshooter, can be called white Xiaoren right arm.

Since he appears here, the person behind the assassination of Wang fan is definitely Bai Xiaoren.

"Oh, you do?" Wang Fan looks at Su Weiwei. Her face doesn't change much. She asks faintly.

"If Hui Wang Shao, he is the young master. Er, no, he is the first shot under Bai Xiaoren, which is called Zhuo Yi gun." Su Weiwei said bitterly.Wang Fan looked at the table and shot, especially at the golden gun in his hand. Then he looked at the people behind him and said slowly, "are you here to kill me? White Owl benevolence sent you here? "

Wang Fan's heart is also a little uncertain whether the other party is a person of White Owl benevolence or not.

According to his conjecture, the killer woman killed herself with Mitsubishi grass poison, mostly from the Silver Triangle.

According to Meng Qingyang's investigation, Meng Duzhong and Mo celebrities hired a group of mercenaries at a high price in the Silver Triangle. It can be inferred that the guys behind these people are mostly Meng and mo.

But now, Bai Xiaoren's generals are even involved in it. Wang fan can't figure it out.

Can Bai Xiaoren and Meng Mo reach an agreement to deal with themselves together? This is not impossible!

"Yes, I'm here to kill you!" Zhuo a gun is very direct said, "you Wang Fan Mu nobody, bloodthirsty, but also hostage Miss Su, I have long wanted to kill you, today, finally caught the opportunity!"

His eyes became cruel, "today is the time of your death, I can't save you!"

"Isn't it said that you are excellent at shooting? I'm going to see today whether it's your shooting skill or mine. "

After a shot at the table, she looked at Su Weiwei, with a touch of tenderness in her eyes. "Miss Su, come back, come back to us, we all miss you."

"Don't worry, this guy forces you to follow him by despicable means. I will kill him and avenge you."

Wang Fan frowned. He saw a trace of fanaticism in the eyes of Su Weiwei from Zhuo yigun.

It seems that this guy likes suvivi very much.

Su Weiwei's pretty face is also cold up, she step forward in front of Wang Fan, "Zhuo a gun, I was not forced, Wang Shao also did not use shameless mean means to me."

"I won't go back with you. Now Wang Shao is my master. If you want to move him, kill me first!"

Zhuo a gun listens to this words, almost gas vomit blood, "Wei Wei, you really want to do this, want to make a fight with me?"

Su Weiwei is about to speak, Wang Fan has a su Weiwei in his arms, and also on her forehead kiss, "nonsense, she is my people, of course, with me."

Wang Fan looked up and shot Zhuo, "I don't understand. Since you want to kill me, why don't you shoot in the dark?"

"Are you not afraid that if you can't kill me, you will bring trouble to Bai Xiaoren?"

Wang fan is really hard to understand, because Bai Xiaoren is not so mentally disabled.

"Son of a bitch, let go of Wei Wei, let go of Wei Wei! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! "

But what Wang Fan didn't expect is that Zhuo yigun didn't answer Wang Fan's words, but looked at Wang Fan's hand holding Su Weiwei, and his expression became crazy.

Look at that expression, it's like your own forbidden, being touched by others.

Like a tiger!

Wang Fan looked at the scene, first a Leng, then suddenly. He patted Su Weiwei's waist and said, "he'll give it to you."

"Yes, Wang Shao." Su Weiwei blushes, but she agrees. The next second, like a sharp sword, she pours at Zhuo.