Chapter 353

The murderous spirit of these four people is not ordinary. Chen Ying, who has been in the Jianghu for many years, immediately felt it. She still smiled on her face, turned around with her arm and walked in the opposite direction.

"Brother Ying, where are you going? Don't go back to drink?"

"Drink Mao, look at your wave, go back to your room and give you an injection!"

"Hee hee, don't worry, people are afraid."

"Are you afraid, or do you want to slap?" Chen Ying said with a smile and walked into the elevator with the girl in her arms. At the moment when the elevator door closed, he heard a cry like killing a pig from the box. It was still a sow.

The girl was stunned, "what's the matter?"

"Drive my car and park it underground." Chen Ying took out a BMW key.

Chen Ying is a frequent visitor. The girl knows his car. Chen Ying goes out on the first floor and the girl goes to the underground parking lot.

Several parking boys and girls died at the gate of the nightclub, besieging a large number of people. Chen Ying suddenly woke up. She took out a cotton hat from her pocket, put it on the ground, took off her black jacket, put it on her body, copied her pockets with both hands, and drove away from the outermost part of the crowd.

The girl drove over, parked downstairs in the nightclub, the window fell, and greeted Chen Ying with a playful smile, "brother Ying, come on, come on..."

Chen Yingzheng was about to walk over. One of his confidants fell from the seventh floor and landed on the roof of BMW.

Bang!

The roof suddenly sank, the windshield glass on all sides burst, and the girl in the driving position was photographed alive in the car.

"Ah!!"

There were bursts of screams around.

Everyone looked up, including Chen Ying.

In his box just now, the window was open, and a Mongolian man who looked a little like Bartel looked down.

The man and Chen Ying looked at each other and suddenly flashed a cold light.

"I wipe!" Chen Ying shouted and ran away crazy.

A shocking scene appeared. The giant man, nearly two meters tall, smashed the window glass, jumped out, accelerated in a straight line and fell.

Bang.

He stepped on the roof of an Audi with his feet, depressed the roof, and shouted in a broad voice, "get away!!" he jumped up from the car and chased Chen Ying in the direction he fled.

The other three men in the box followed suit and jumped down from the upstairs.

Bang bang.

The three fell to the ground with fierce faces.

People around looked in horror. Those gangsters with dragons and tigers and tattoos were silent at this moment, and they didn't even dare to fart.

The three drove on the Q7 and accelerated away.

……

There is a three warm bath center near the auto parts city. It used to be the site of fine dogs, and it's also the place where fine dogs like to stay. Especially in late autumn, it's most comfortable to take a bubble bath and sweat here.

Cao Kun sat in the sweat room with several confidants. His face turned red. He had a pair of Eagle tattoos on his chest and a rough jade plaque on his neck.

This is the amulet he asked for from an expert. He usually doesn't believe it. He took it with him since division Jiang rebelled and became the chairman of Haichuan tianmeng. He and Chen Ying, old man sun and others surrendered.

Today's Haichuan is no longer the Haichuan before. The war between the two families is likely to start here.

At that time, the Jiang family dominated the whole Dongyuan province.

Now Wang Shao is an existence above the Jiang family.

This is Cao Kun's root. He can't run away. If he can, he left early in the morning. As a last resort, he is not willing to throw away this big fat meat.

"Go out." Cao Kun has tracheitis. It always happens when it's cold every year. It's much more comfortable to steam here.

He used to take only one bodyguard with him. He was also his distant nephew, a six-year soldier retired from a special corps, but now he usually has no less than four people around him.

Better safe than sorry

The five people went out of the sweat steaming room. According to the previous management, Cao Kun went back to the massage room to open his back, but today he felt in poor physical condition and didn't go to the massage room.

"Hey, it's old after all. Ah Wei, the future world is yours. I'll retire in two years, and you'll take my place." Cao Kun looked at his nephew Yang Wei.

This is a plain name. Just like Yang Wei's people, it looks very ordinary. Only when you take off your coat and see his chest covered with four bullet holes can you see his difference.

"Uncle, you are in the heyday of spring and autumn. This place is famous. I can't take it if you want to retire." Yang Wei said with a smile.

He has great admiration for his uncle.

"Ha ha." Cao Kun smiled and touched Yang Wei's head. "Son, there are no children under my uncle. You and I have been together for so many years. You can't treat you badly. I'm serious. It's all yours in the future."

At this moment, a cold light flickered outside.

"Ah!" Yang dada was surprised. Years of front-line combat experience told him that there was danger. This cold light came too suddenly and too quickly.

Even if he didn't react.

Pooh.

Cao Kun smiled and fell on the slippery ground.

Yang Wei lowered his head, but saw a cold short feather arrow in the middle of Cao Kun's eyebrows.

"Er... Uncle!!" Yang Wei shouted. Veins burst out on his forehead and neck. He turned to look at the entrance. A man wrapped in a bath towel was walking out.

Yang Weifei rushed away. The man felt it. He turned and shook his arm. A cold flash came.

Yang Wei reached out to catch it, then turned his body and threw the feather arrow back again.

Bang.

The feather arrow penetrated the tile and sank an inch into the snow-white wall.

When Yang Wei ran out, the man had disappeared.

……

The construction of Huacheng International real estate project has just begun, and it is going to the link of pulling muck. The boss of this real estate is the Tang family.

Ma Yuan was entrusted with all the work of pulling muck. This kind of work is settled every day.

Ma Yuan took several men, smoked cigarettes and settled yesterday's accounts with the person in charge of the project. As long as her dozens of muck trucks run, at least tens of thousands of yuan will be recorded every day.

After the settlement, Ma Yuan packed the drum money with a Prada hand, sat in a BMW and roared away.

Not long ago, she saw a black Volkswagen Passat from the reflector, and the vehicle followed slowly.

"Wipe!"

Ma Yuan scolded and slammed the accelerator. The high-power BMW five series suddenly burst into strong power. The vehicle was driven by the rear wheel and rushed forward.

The car behind him was thrown away in almost a minute.

Ma Yuan lights a cigarette and smokes. She passes by a KTV, which was originally owned by He Yong and now belongs to old man sun.

"Huh?" she just turned her head and was stunned.

On the top floor of the nightclub, there is an old man hanging there, like... Old man sun.

(a dream of three or four years: Yang Wei's appearance, to be continued...)