"Hide the underground black casino in Country M!"

Leng Juo's thin lips twitched slightly, and he chuckled, "I don't think, I know how to hide."

The underground black casinos in M ​​City are mixed and difficult to find.

It seems that the head of the Tianying is not a brainy person.

It seems that he has to take a look at the underground black casino in Country M tonight.

Bo Hua looked at the tired expression and guessed something vaguely, and asked, "Should I prepare the plane?"

"Well, call Mr. Mo!"

Originally, the fewer people, the better, but during the period when Mo Jun stayed in Country M, he often appeared in the underground black casino. The location and internal structure of the casino may be more familiar. For their actions tonight, Baiyi No harm.

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Before leaving, Leng Tiong wanted to say hello to the little girl, but when he opened the door to enter, he found that Qiao Yimo was asleep holding his notebook.

He reached out and touched her hair, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back!"

A low magnetic voice slowly entered Qiao Yimo's ears, and she woke up in a daze from her dream, and was slightly taken aback, "Where are you going?"

The man was about to get up and leave, but he didn't want her to wake up too, so he said, "There is some trouble here, maybe we have to deal with it."

"What's the trouble?" Qiao Yimo's voice became a little cold.

The man constricted his expression, "The shipment from Leng's family to Country M was stopped."

"Who?"

"The Skyhawk organization, the second-ranked in country M." The man narrowed his eyes, passing a bit of cold light.

"Sky Eagle?" Qiao Yimo murmured a few times, and his deep eyes looked at the man, "I want to go too."

The man walked up to her, held her hands, "Be good and stay at home."

"no."

Leng Tiong took one step, and Qiao Yimo followed.

"You think I'm yours, why can't you let me take the risk together? Or do you not recognize me in your heart?" Qiao Yimo looked at him with determination in his eyes.

Leng Juan was silent for a while, turned her head, fixed her gaze on her face, and said, "Will you shoot?"

Qiao Yimo paused, his eyes cold and cold, "I can learn."

"Take this gun. I'll teach you how to use it on the plane." The man lowered his voice, took out the gun from his waist, and placed it in her hand.

Qiao Yimo was overjoyed, "I see."

With that said, Leng Jie was willing to take her with him.

However, if you go like this, people in the Tianying organization will definitely recognize her.

She was silent for a while, then looked at the man again, her tone a little worried, "Will it be too dangerous for us to go like this? Do we need to pretend?"

"I'll talk on the plane." Leng Jian held her hand, and then walked out the door.

..........

When I arrived at the airport, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Mo Jun had been waiting in the plane long ago. He raised Erlang's legs and looked at the two holding hands lazily. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Here."

"Sister-in-law are here?"

Qiao Yimo's voice was faint, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time, since Lord Tien had you, he didn't put me in his eyes." Mo Jun said with an extremely pitiful look.

When he first saw Qiao Yimo, Mo Jun himself was shocked, he didn't think that Lord Tired had brought her here.

It seemed that, and also asked him to prepare the mask, it seemed that Lord Qi was really moved.

"Come on!" Leng tired gloomy eyes glared at him.

Mo Jun smiled, took out a mask from the side seat and threw it to Leng Tiong, "No, you want it."

Leng Jiang took it, and slowly put the mask on Qiao Yimo's face.

"Wearing it can protect you."

The Leng family is too hostile now, and this little girl is his weakness. He can't let others discover her identity and hurt her.

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a few seconds, and said, "It's quite smart."

Mo Jun smiled on the sidelines, "Sister-in-law, when Lord Tien goes out, he will wear a mask."

"Really?" Qiao Yimo looked at the glass on the plane's mirror, his expression suddenly stunned, the mask was quite familiar. JrNovels.com