Lian Sanyue suddenly sneered and said:

"Do you know the rules in my shop? Those who do it without permission will die!"

Seeing that the young man a few meters away didn't panic at all, she smiled again:

"But you hurt the Zhao family. I'm in a good mood. I'll make an exception and forgive you."

Zhang Yuanqing bowed immediately: "Thank you Madam Boss."

After finishing speaking, he left the shop with Blood Qiangwei. At this time, it was raining like a torrential rain. Along with the strong wind, big raindrops slanted into the alley, soaking the clothes of the two of them.

The drainage system in the alley was rough, and shallow puddles formed on both sides of the road in just a few minutes.

Zhang Yuanqing left Wanbao House and within a few steps, he suddenly heard scorching thunder billowing above his head, and then a thick bolt of lightning struck down on the top of his head.

Oops, I forgot the price of the thunderstorm cannon. Zhang Yuanqing's body stiffened violently, twitching violently, his hair stood on end, and the flesh on his cheeks was burnt black in an instant, with blood gushing out.

He froze in place for a few seconds before his tense body relaxed in a panic. He only felt severe pain all over his body, and a large area of ??cells died from the lightning strike.

It wasn't enough to kill him, but it did hurt him badly.

Zhang Yuanqing, the legendary pretender who was struck by lightning, simply wiped the scorched black on his face, and continued walking with Blood Qiangwei.

Zhang Yuanqing turned a corner and saw a figure standing in front of him.

He was dressed in straight white clothes, holding a big black umbrella, standing in the wind and rain, standing in the alley, his eyes calmly watching the front.

The thunderstorm in summer is very urgent, but he is very quiet, and seems out of tune with the muddy world.

Standing there, it was an unspeakable scenery.

Zhang Yuanqing left the Yin Corpse behind and ran over with a smile all over his face:

"Boss, you are here!"

He had expected this.

Lian Sanyue is a trustworthy person, since he received the money, he will definitely do things.

Fu Qingyang is a short-sighted person, as long as he receives a text message, he will definitely come over.

Even March's reminder to Zhao Wuye just now, and Zhao Wuye's sudden change of mind and quick departure all proved that Fu Qingyang was nearby.

This is why Zhang Yuanqing just beat Zhao Feichen and pulled the trigger on Zhao Hongzheng.

He has confidence.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, and said lightly:

"Why are you in such a mess?"

"It's the price of the props, boss, I have refined a top-quality prop, I'll show you later." Zhang Yuanqing flattered his face.

"Not interested in."

"I know you have no shortage of props, but this prop is really the best."

"Don't talk nonsense, hold an umbrella." JrNovels.com