He kept silently chanting this sentence in his mouth, and then looked around for something, completely like he met his father-killer enemy. He was full of anger and his aura. To be honest, Lang Er and Mei Zhikang next to him didn't want to stop Gonggala at this time. The two looked at each other and quickly gave up the position at the door. Once the two of them made way, the people behind would definitely get out of the way. Gonggala had already reacted to everything.

He looked around and found that there were no weapons. He turned around and saw a flower pot next to him. He picked it up and looked at Wang Ying on the second floor of his head. "Wang Ying, I'm not alive today. I must fight you to the death! Draw! I fuck your ancestors!!" Gonggala roared heart-wrenchingly, and then rushed forward because it was the floor, it was quite slippery after all. Gonggala is going to kill people now, and she can't care so much. The anger has covered all his rationality. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!"

Gonggala was so angry that she wanted to throw the flower pot out, but as soon as her feet slipped, she fell to the ground. His head hit the sofa next to it and hit the sofa with a "bang!" and his head hit the sofa. This time it was really strong. After hitting the sofa, the flower pot in his hand flew up. He fell to the ground, his front foot fell to the ground, and the flower pot behind him hit the back of his head with a "bang!". Although the flower pot was tired, he was tired.

Gonggala's face and head were filled with blood, and he had already fainted. Wang Ying was about to run away. Seeing Gonggala like this, he hurriedly reached out to Mei Zhikang over there, "Hurry, save people, save people!" After saying that, Wang Ying turned around and returned to his room, packing things from his room, while packing things, while the hunting dog came in. He looked at Wang Ying, "I look much better, my complexion is much better!"

The hunting dog seemed very excited. Wang Ying nodded, and didn't bother to speak, so he packed things from the side. A few minutes later, Mei Zhikang also came up. He walked to Wang Ying's side and watched Wang Ying packing things in a hurry. He frowned from the side, "What's wrong, this, why are you doing so anxious to pack things?"

"What do you do? What do you say you can do? Find a place to hide for a while. Listen to me, I will teach you what's going on here. Gonggala must treat it well. After all, he is a bigger savior. Now it's okay to be here. I won't care. The rest will be left to you. This is how it will be done first." Wang Ying said, while speaking from the side, "Wolf 2, Wolf 2, inform Wolf 1, let's go!" Wang Ying greeted people and left quickly. He must be hiding now. He must be hiding the limelight now. Waiting for Gonggala to wake up, it's new if he doesn't fight for him. Give him some time first and let him digest it slowly. What's the good of a khenpo? I can't get out of here! Wang Ying himself is still muttering.

He left quickly with Lang Er. Mei Zhikang stood there without stopping him. He knew that Wang Ying would definitely not waste any time. If he ran out like this, there must be something to do. He shook his head helplessly, with a look of depression and helplessness.

In Yangon, Myanmar, there is a teahouse of a large size. The teahouse is built with Chinese characteristics. The first floor is a place to watch performances. Every day from morning to night, there are various performances, dances, crosstalks, duo, Peking Opera, and magic. The second floor is a place to drink tea and talk about things. Many businessmen are also tasting tea and doing business here, especially those who do jade jewelry business. There are many, especially those who do jade and jewelry business. The third floor is a private room and rented for a long time. This teahouse often comes in and out of various people with status and status. Moreover, Yangon is a very famous place. The waiters in the teahouse are all small beauties, and they all serve kneelingly. Similarly, the price is also very expensive.

Those who can come here are either rich or noble. In a private room on the third floor of this teahouse, one man and one woman, two people sat together. There were already brewed tea leaves in front of them, and the door was closed. The woman was in her twenties, in her prime. The man must be in his forties, dark skin, and a cigarette in his mouth. Now the two of them face to face. The sound insulation system here is very good. There is a window, and the window is closed, and no sound can be heard from outside. If you open the window and pull the curtain open, you can also directly watch the performance under the stands from here, with the subtle and slightly raised design.

Obviously, the man and the woman were also communicating. The woman crossed her legs and lit a cigarette from time to time. It was very social. Although the man's skin was dark, he didn't look so fierce and looked quite peaceful and kind. At this time, he was also smiling with a smile on his lips. "You said you are young, so beautiful, and your family is so good. Can you make such impulse? Besides, where did you get such a big grudge? And you have to make a life happen? You have to make a hundred years of hard work and spend a thousand years of hard work together. After all, the couple is together. Now you have to do things so terrible. I think girl, do you have to consider it? Wait until the breath is gone before coming over to talk?"

"I have considered it without thinking, and now there is no need to consider anything else. You can just offer the price. Most people dare not accept his affairs. As long as you dare to speak, I can satisfy you."

The man still looked at the girl up and down. He thought for a while and shook his head from the side, "Listen to my advice, you go home and calm down for three more days. If it is still the same idea in three days, I will not stop you. If you change your thoughts in three days, you will not be able to find me. This will also give you a considerable expense!"

When the woman heard this, she was obviously a little angry, "Are you the fucking killer organization or the organization responsible for resolving family disputes? There is so much nonsense, you just say it's over or not. If you take this matter, you will get the price. If you don't take this matter and don't dare to take this matter, then you will be over. What's that much nonsense? I need you to teach me? It's really a waste of my mother to find you through so many connections and so many relationships. It's really a waste. If I had known this, I wouldn't have been doing this." The woman was obviously a little angry. After saying that, she got up directly. It can be seen that the woman no longer wanted to communicate with this man and was angry.

When she was about to leave, the middle-aged man also spoke, "I said, "Miss, seeing that you are not old, why are you so angry? Your parents have never told you to respect your elders. You can call me uncle, let alone, I have no other intentions. I just want to persuade you. Since I don't listen to the advice, let's leave your identity information and the identity information of the person you want to kill, and then wait for my phone call and I will tell you the price."

"It's better not to let me wait too long." After the woman said that, she took out a file bag from her pocket and placed it directly on the table. Then she slapped a limited edition Hermes bag from the side, got up and left. After the woman left, the man sat in place and opened the information in the folder. He looked at the information inside, passed it briefly, took the phone and took the information, and sent it over.

The man was also a little sleepy. After a while, he stood up, stood by the window, opened the window, and looked at the performance below. He liked to watch the Chinese-style performances below. Although he was here every day and many programs were the same every day, it was indeed a feeling of never getting tired of watching it. Especially this crosstalk, the man had listened many times, and now he could recite it backwards. When he heard this joke again, he couldn't help laughing out loud when he looked at the performer below. Following the rhythm, he also hummed the little song himself.

Soon, someone knocked on the door outside. The man walked to the door and opened the door. A strong middle-aged Thai man appeared. He was carrying two subordinates behind him. He happily opened his arms, "Yexing, you are great, hahaha!" He said, while hugging Yexing and the two men again. Yexing quickly brought in a few people, and then the door of the room was closed and the window was closed. The person sat next to the tea tray. Yexing began to take the initiative to pour water for them. The Thai man was in a good mood. "You count, you are here, you are happy to cooperate! I have other things, so I won't bother!" The man obviously didn't want to stay here for too long. He was wearing a pair of big sunglasses.

Ye Xing smiled slightly, "It's okay, you don't need to count. In this world, you still need to have the trust you should have!" The man nodded, then snapped his fingers. The two subordinates behind him put the box on the table next to him, opened the box, and all the inside of the box were filled with US dollars, two boxes. Then the man stood up and hugged Ye Xing again. "Happy cooperation!" The two shook hands and said some polite words.
Chapter completed!