Leng Juo's brows couldn't help but raised slightly, and suddenly he felt an impulsive feeling brewing in his heart. How many years, how many years have such strange emotions appeared on him.

He thought he had abandoned that irrational mood a long time ago, and he couldn't think that this small girl would let him experience the long-lost emotions.

"Intuition." Qiao Yimo said indifferently.

"Me too." The man's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Yimo looked at the man who rarely smiled. There was something she wanted to say all the time.

That is, he looks good when he laughs, so don't laugh anymore, so as not to harm other girls.

"Master Tire!" Bo Hua stepped forward, saying something in Leng Tire's ear.

When Qiao Yimo saw this, he stopped interrupting and greeted him and left.

Leng Jian looked at the back that disappeared in the middle of the night, the tenderness of his eyes instantly disappeared, "What did you find?"

Bo Hua replied respectfully, "Jian Ye, a killer named M organization in S city intercepted and killed near Qiao Yimo's home."

"M organization?" Leng Tien's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

I have never heard of it. It should have been newly established, and I can do anything to make money.

"Where are those killers now?"

Bo Hua replied truthfully, "It has been arrested, in "Jiange".

Hearing this, cold tired and cold lips lightly opened, "Prepare the car."

The night is like cold water.

The door of the underground prison in "The Tired Pavilion" was kicked open, and a huge sound filled the entire basement.

Leng Juo wore a black windbreaker to line up his tall figure, with a cold and gloomy breath, like hell-like indifference.

"Master Tired...!"

The killers recognized the glamorous and indifferent eyes, and their eyes lit up instantly, "Master Tired, save us."

"Save you?" Leng Tiong said slowly.

He squinted his long and narrow eyes, his eyes filled with death indifference, "Why should I save you?"

"Master Tiong, we know that we were wrong! Please let us go, we are the one who walks away and takes people's money to do things!"

He lowered his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Doing things with money?"

"Yeah, Lord Juan, you see that we have not succeeded either. That girl has nothing to do with her well. We promise that we will not dare to violate the law and discipline in the future!"

"Ho..." Leng Jiu smiled.

"Which hand shot her face?" The genius remembered for a second

"What?" The killers were completely dumbfounded.

"Which hand do I ask you?"

"Left...left hand.

"what!"

With a scream, the killer's hand was also removed.

Leng Juo looked at the killers in front of him, his eyes were full of warnings.

"Let's talk about it, whose money?"

Those killers were still in a ignorant state, all staring at the man in front of them.

Leng Tien touched the gun on his waist, "Why? Don't you plan to say?"

"I said, I said!"

When the killers saw this, they reported truthfully, "It's a girl surnamed Lu. She studied at Shengxing College. She gave us half a million to intercept the girl surnamed Joe."

Hearing this, Leng Tired's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"Bo Hua, check the origin of the surname Lu."

"Yes!" Bo Hua nodded.

Bo Hua looked at the gangsters in front of him, and cautiously asked, "Master Tiong, the matter has been asked clearly, how do these people deal with it?"

Leng Tiong's thin lips twitched lightly, "Let them stay here first, and serve them with good drinks and delicious food."

Bo Hua: "......"

He glanced at these assassins, and suddenly sighed: It's better to be dead than to stay in Tired Attic. JrNovels.com