Chapter: 370
The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a pale white ripple rising from the center of Fu Qingyang's eyebrows and spreading into the distance like a wave. The more it spreads outward,
The white light gets weaker and becomes undetectable.
Ten seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There is no ambush nearby."
Seeing his confidant subordinates dumbfounded, he smiled lightly: "Don't be surprised, this is the scout!"
What Zhang Yuanqing thought was: This is the real eye, compared to Li Dongze's fake eye.
After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door, came to the sentry box at the gate of the community, looked at the guard calmly, and said:
"Open the door!"
In this kind of community where rich people gather, you have to scan the door to enter and exit.
The doorman looked at the handsome young man in surprise. He was dressed in a neat and elegant white suit with a simple short ponytail.
His eyes are deep and calm, and when he looks at you, he is like a high-ranking king, with elegance and nobility.
The guard said respectfully: "You, which household do you belong to?"
Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Open the door, don't waste my time."
Inexplicably, the guard felt an unspeakable awe and submission in his heart, and opened the gate in fear.
Fu Qingyang took the lead slightly, passed through the iron gate, and entered the community.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"
Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, with a sullen face, deep and calm eyes, imitating Fu Qingyang's aloof temperament like a king, and said lightly:
"Don't waste my time."
The guard looked him up and down, and waved impatiently: "Go, go."
"..." Zhang Yuanqing's face was a little embarrassed, so he could only use his charm to confuse the old man, and sneaked into the community by himself.
Well, it's not that my aura is not as good as Fu Qingyang's, but that different professions have different abilities, so he can't charm the old man like me, and he silently respects me.
After quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:
"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? Walking through the main entrance is easy to leave traces."
The figure in the white formal suit strode forward and said lightly:
"Don't forget your identity, we are the official."
All right, if it was Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart.
Residential building on the west side, 21st floor, flat floor.
In the living room, wearing a judo uniform, with an invincible Chinese character face, sitting silently and solemnly in front of the bar, dragging a glass of wine in his palm.
On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and an old-fashioned mobile phone.
Pang Wudi is waiting for the return of the evil spirit in the phone.
It is now two in the morning, and the evil spirit has not returned, which means that the target has not been eradicated. JrNovels.com
The white light gets weaker and becomes undetectable.
Ten seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There is no ambush nearby."
Seeing his confidant subordinates dumbfounded, he smiled lightly: "Don't be surprised, this is the scout!"
What Zhang Yuanqing thought was: This is the real eye, compared to Li Dongze's fake eye.
After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door, came to the sentry box at the gate of the community, looked at the guard calmly, and said:
"Open the door!"
In this kind of community where rich people gather, you have to scan the door to enter and exit.
The doorman looked at the handsome young man in surprise. He was dressed in a neat and elegant white suit with a simple short ponytail.
His eyes are deep and calm, and when he looks at you, he is like a high-ranking king, with elegance and nobility.
The guard said respectfully: "You, which household do you belong to?"
Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Open the door, don't waste my time."
Inexplicably, the guard felt an unspeakable awe and submission in his heart, and opened the gate in fear.
Fu Qingyang took the lead slightly, passed through the iron gate, and entered the community.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"
Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, with a sullen face, deep and calm eyes, imitating Fu Qingyang's aloof temperament like a king, and said lightly:
"Don't waste my time."
The guard looked him up and down, and waved impatiently: "Go, go."
"..." Zhang Yuanqing's face was a little embarrassed, so he could only use his charm to confuse the old man, and sneaked into the community by himself.
Well, it's not that my aura is not as good as Fu Qingyang's, but that different professions have different abilities, so he can't charm the old man like me, and he silently respects me.
After quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:
"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? Walking through the main entrance is easy to leave traces."
The figure in the white formal suit strode forward and said lightly:
"Don't forget your identity, we are the official."
All right, if it was Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart.
Residential building on the west side, 21st floor, flat floor.
In the living room, wearing a judo uniform, with an invincible Chinese character face, sitting silently and solemnly in front of the bar, dragging a glass of wine in his palm.
On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and an old-fashioned mobile phone.
Pang Wudi is waiting for the return of the evil spirit in the phone.
It is now two in the morning, and the evil spirit has not returned, which means that the target has not been eradicated. JrNovels.com
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