C31 Who is your financial backer?

Mo Shengtian raised his head, his eyes regaining his dignity as the boss of the Green Dragon Hall. He looked at Du San and said, "Just a mere woman, how could you be worried about her? Wishing us success!"

"Haha, great!" Du San laughed heartily for the sake of reaching an agreement.

"What should I do next!" Mo Shengtian asked.

"Of course it's to encourage your daughter to kill Huangfu Yun!" Du San! After hiding for so many days, he had long heard that his subordinates had come to report that the Huangfu Corporation had almost completely destroyed his territory in Southeast Asia.

"Don't move yet! Watch Huangfu Yunyin from the shadows!" Du San sneered as he took a sip of the bitter coffee and sucked in a cold breath.

"Ying Xin, who is your financial backer?" Who sent you to kill Yun Cen? "

Qiao Yifeng's voice was elegant like a breeze. He sat upright on a red Mediterranean style sofa, his long and slender eyebrows slightly shining as he stared at the woman who was handcuffed to the bed.

For the past month and a half, his questions had always been the same. Naturally, he could not get answers, but everyone in the upper class of Z Country knew that Qiao Yifeng was famous for his patience.

That day at the Qiao family jewelry show, after Du San's luxurious makeup was washed away, the woman's face was surprisingly elegant and refined. His wrists were cuffed with purplish red marks. She pulled at her stubborn face and said in a low voice: "Since CEO Qiao knows my name, then of course he knows who the backer is!"

Qiao Yifeng picked up the goblet with his long fingers and stared at the transparent goblet with his black eyes. With a shake of his hand, a ripple appeared in the goblet like blood, forming a storm of red.

When he heard the same answer as Ying Xin's for the past one and a half months, the corner of his mouth lifted into a charming smile. He stood up with a cup of wine and walked over to Ying Xin's bedside. He looked at her clear eyes and said, "You're probably not very old!"

"Nonsense!"

Ying Xin glared at Qiao Yifeng, who was sitting beside her.

Qiao Yifeng smiled slightly as his clean fingertips brushed across Ying Xin's face. He glanced at the silk dress Ying Xin was wearing and laughed softly, "You didn't realize that you're very attractive to men!"

"What are you trying to do!" Hearing Qiao Yifeng's words, Ying Xin felt his spine stiffen.

Qiao Yifeng raised his head and took a sip of the fragrant red wine. He held onto Ying Xin's face with one hand and bent down to seal the woman's lips. He then took the chance to drink the red wine in his mouth, forcing her to swallow.

"Get out of my way, you damned bastard!"

Ying Xin's heart beat faster and her determined eyes were disrupted by Qiao Yifeng's attack.

Qiao Yifeng was satisfied as he saw the woman's heart beat faster. He let go of his hand, and the dark red wine spilled on the white bedsheets, filling the room with the scent of alcohol.

"Do you want to continue?" Qiao Yifeng's fingertip had hooked onto the thin strap on Ying Xin's shoulder.

"Even if you try to force me with such despicable methods, I won't tell you!" Shadowgale forced himself to calm down.

"Is that so?"

Qiao Yifeng pinched Ying Xin's cheeks, which were still a little baby fat. He suddenly felt that this woman was a little cute, so he couldn't help but want to tease her.

"It's in your hands, do whatever you want!" Ying Xin steeled her heart and closed her eyes, as if she was at the mercy of others.

Qiao Yifeng's pitch-black eyes flashed slightly. He looked at Ying Xin's tightly shut eyes and actually broke into a smile.

"You're scared!" Qiao Yifeng blinked.

Ying Xin opened her eyes and blushed, but she remained as stubborn as ever.

"Next time, it won't be just that!" Qiao Yifeng watched, his smile was ambiguous but it carried a sense of oppression.

"I've already said that you can do whatever you want!" Shadowgale raised his head like a dying pig unafraid of boiling water.

Qiao Yifeng stood up, clapping his hands as he walked out, and said: "Alright, I will slowly waste time with you until you can't help but give up the person you are ordering!"

"Bastard!"

Inside the room, only Ying Xin was left. She furiously tugged on her handcuffs and turned her body slightly to look at a 30-inch oil painting hanging on the wall. The man on top was handsome and refined like an Eastern man. His slender eyebrows combined wisdom and elegance together. The slight curve of his lips was his usual gentle smile, absolutely in accord with the title of a beautiful man.

Ying Xin didn't guess wrong. This was Qiao Yifeng's private villa. She was currently imprisoned in Qiao Yifeng's bedroom. However, she did not guess that Qiao Yifeng was the first woman to lie on his bed due to his germaphobia.

She gritted her teeth as her nimble eyes swiveled. She did not know who the owner of the assassination order was, but she was after the high bounty money because she needed money.

That was why she had lured Du San to Z Country from Southeast Asia, hoping to find an opportunity to kill Huangfu Yunyun. But who would have thought that Huangfu Yunyin had already known about this and purposely lured her out.

Joe's Building...

Inside the CEO's room, there was a series of beige decorations. The marble walls exuded a chilly air. The beige color of the office revealed the owner's personality.

"Is Bai Cheng not going to seep into my body?" He smiled softly as he played with the green plants on the cloud-stone table. Qiao Yifeng's pursuit of cleanliness was outrageous to the point of making one's blood boil.

Qiao Yifeng shrugged his shoulders, and after giving a meaningless smile, he looked at Huangfu Yunyin, who was sitting on the beige sofa and wearing a black suit. He then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Haha …" The black and white are absolutely perfect! " Ari laughed and clapped his hands.

"Stupid girl!" Qiao Yifeng grabbed a magazine on his desk and tossed it over.

"Let's get down to business!"

Huangfu Yun, who hadn't spoken a single word the entire time, suddenly opened his arms. His amber eyes flashed slightly.

"Alright, that woman, Ying Xin, is no ordinary stubborn person!" Qiao Yifeng said in a low voice.

"No, she's been in your hands for over a month now, and you still haven't pry open her mouth?" "Yifeng, aren't you being too protective of the fairer sex?"

He had to deal with these assassinations of various sizes every year, and it was really a headache. However, after looking for more than ten years, the person who hid in the shadows and tried to kill him time and time again was someone he could not see or touch.

"Yun Yun, do we have to completely pay attention to this martial arts killing order?"

Looking at the man's tall back, both of them sighed at the same time. Huangfu Yunyin's current glory was limitless, but the order to kill him had been like a shadow following him ever since he escaped from Italy twenty years ago.

Huangfu Yun's elegant face revealed a trace of sorrow. He knew that if this assassination token was investigated, it would lead to that tragic case where the Qiao family of Z Nation was massacred twenty years ago. In addition, there was a sliver of fear in his heart. He was afraid that this matter had something to do with the figure that appeared in his nightmares.

But he was sick of it!

"Suifeng, pardon …"

Huangfu Yunyin suddenly turned around and looked at the man and woman behind him.

Qiao Yifeng smiled and snapped his fingers, "I understand, I will investigate everything thoroughly!"

Huangfu Yun nodded and turned, walking out of the CEO's room. The elevator went directly down to the basement parking lot, got on his black Bugatti Wyvern, and stepped on the gas pedal as it sped away.

The scenery on the road towards Huangfu Villa constantly changed, but everything was so familiar, even though this road was filled with the blood of the Qiao family twenty years ago.

Twenty years ago, the Wealthy Class Qiao family from Z Country had been defeated in one night. The flames broke through the Qiao Family Villa and a large number of assassins stepped on the blood of Huangfu Yuncun's family members.

No one could guess what this massacre was about. However, a person vaguely knew that person was Huangfu Yunyin.

Thirty years ago, there had been an unknown love affair between the declining Wealthy Miss and the heir to the House of Rello, an aristocrat of the King of Europe.

The young miss of the declining Wealthy Class received a cheque worth a billion yuan from the Royal Family and rebuilt her family. However, the price was leaving her beloved man.

As for Huangfu Yunchao, he was the illegitimate son of a mixed Asian and European race that was not accepted by the nobles of the King's Palace.

The Count's tears had been placed in his hands before his mother died twenty years ago. Previously, the necklace had always been his mother's treasure.

"It's best if it's not you! It's better if it has nothing to do with you!"

Huangfu Yun's amber eyes revealed faint sorrow. He decided to thoroughly investigate if it was due to the effort and courage he had put in over the past twenty years. His hand tightly gripped the steering wheel. It didn't matter if he wasn't acknowledged by the clan, but if that overweeningly arrogant clan had truly destroyed his entire life, then he, Huangfu Yun, would have to pay a drop of blood in exchange for a cup to similarly wipe out that ancient and rotten clan.

"CEO, you're back!" Tian Yi respectfully stood at the door, welcoming Huangfu Yun back.

Huangfu Yunyin's expression had already returned to its usual coldness. He took off his suit jacket, handed it to Tian Yi, then sat down on the sofa.

"What about her?" Huangfu Yun suddenly asked coldly.

Tian Yi placed a cup of Ceylon Black Tea on the tea table in front of Huangfu Yunyin and calmly replied, "It's upstairs!"

"CEO..." Tian Yi suddenly called out.

"What is it?"

Huangfu Yun stopped walking and turned his head to look at Tian Yi.

"It might be a side effect of the drug. When Miss Mo wakes up, she often vomits!"

Huangfu Yun's brows became so cold that they seemed to be able to shake off ice. He did not answer Tian Yi, but instead turned around and walked to the master bedroom on the second floor.

He pushed open the door. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. In front of the half-opened window, white roses were blooming. It was like the face of a deeply sleeping woman on a black bedsheet.

Huangfu Yun stood in front of the window sill, his huge back was directly cast onto the bed. His eyes were calm as he looked at Mo Xiaodai's face, staring blankly.