Death is dead.

He died quietly.

He was still shot to death from behind.

Death is very frustrating.

When he died, no one around him cleaned up his body!

Sometimes life is like this. When you are alive, you are shiny and halo, and it is very cool everywhere you go. However, you will never know how you die, how you will end your life in such a way. You may choke to death after eating, fall into the toilet and drown, and you may walk well on the road and be smashed to death. This is how life is, and it is always full of countless possibilities.

"Check out the body, I'll wait for you at the door."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and walked out. Behind him was the ferocious expression of Fat Dao, but although his eyes were wide open, he had no trace of his spirit, pale cheeks, lost eyes, and his expression of dying with his eyes closed.

He died, in Agou's hand, and a knife slashed directly on his neck.

When he died, there was no pain, but he just didn't believe that he died in the hands of the other party so quickly.

However, in this world, there are too many things he can't understand.

When he walked out of the office, the living room outside was much quieter. The team was not killed or injured, almost one-third of the bed. But fortunately, there were no dead people, and most of them were still in a pool of blood. Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Xiaohan ordered without saying a word, "Everyone will go back to the car and wait, and you will drive, and take it to our own hospital!"

"Yes! Brother Han!"

With a command, the people in the living room were supporting each other. Including the people brought by Agou and Huo Qingdong, and the people from the team brought by Kunzi, there were almost 500 people. As for the cars, dozens of large vans had been parked in a remote place, and at least twenty people could be accommodated in one car.

Ten minutes later, after Zhao Xiaohan finished smoking a cigarette, Kunzi and Agou and others also came out. When they came out, several people carried two corpses and walked to a remote place on a hillside, dug a hole and buried the two people.

Then, Kunzi, Huo Qingdong and Aniu got into the car. As for Agou, he couldn't leave today. Not only could he not leave, but the more than 200 people who were injured could not leave. Tonight, they would have to stay in the Red Hall, and wait until the day will be tomorrow, and then renovate and send people to come to guard the venue again!

"If there is any movement tonight, remember to call me as soon as possible. If there are too many people coming from the other party, don't be impulsive and call the police directly. Have you heard it?"

Before leaving, Zhao Xiaohan whispered to Agou. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Agou nodded and said, "Don't worry, Brother Han, I understand!"

"Well, then send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."

After the words came, Zhao Xiaohan waved his hand and signaled that A Niu could leave. A few minutes later, the car started and walked towards the sea view villa in Shichahai. Since the last time he returned to Yanjing from Vietnam, he had one thing after another. He didn't even have time to go back to Shichahai to meet Shen Bing and his son. One thing was finally solved. He had only one idea in his mind, that is, go home immediately, immediately!

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa in Shichahai. Before getting off the car, Zhao Xiaohan whispered: "Tomorrow morning, Kunzi, you can take someone to pick up Agou, and find some brothers to take it on first. In broad daylight, there will be no movement on Zhao Xiaolong..."

"Okay, Brother Han!" Kunzi nodded and said, "Is there anything else to explain?"

"No more." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head, waved his hand, and turned back to the villa. The light in the study was still on. In fact, in many cases, the study at home was actually Zhao Xiaohan's bedroom. Most of the time, he came back too late. Shen Bing fell asleep with his son. He sat alone in the study and read books. As he looked, he simply slept in the study. Later, Shen Bing simply made a floor for him in the study so that he could lie on the floor and sleep on the floor whenever he was tired of reading, instead of lying on the sofa or on the floor!

Sometimes, Shen Bing's attentiveness always makes Zhao Xiaohan feel warm. It is a taste of home and an inadvertent touch.

However, Zhao Xiaohan lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, so why didn't Shen Bing go to bed?

While thinking, Zhao Xiaohan pushed open the door and walked into the living room. Then quietly walked to the study room and quietly opened the door without making any sound. In the eyes, Shen Bing was sitting on a chair, holding a book in his hand, reading with relish, and writing something on the side from time to time. Seeing Shen Bing's diligent appearance, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but feel ashamed. Does women like reading more than men?

Whether in school or in society, why do women always like to read books than men?

No, in fact, men don’t like reading books, they just don’t like reading textbooks. If it’s a novel, haha, it’s not necessarily anyone who reads more and is more fascinated!

"Empress Bingfei, what are you looking at? You're so fascinated by it?"

When he walked to Shen Bing, Zhao Xiaohan spoke softly. When he heard Zhao Xiaohan's voice, Shen Bing was startled first. When he turned around and found that it was Zhao Xiaohan, he gave him an angrily glance and said, "What have you been doing these days? Why can't the phone call be connected?"

"Oh, my phone was stolen a few days ago. I've been too busy these days and I don't care about coming back. Now, I'm back just after I finish my work?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled, stretched out his hand and kneaded Shen Bing's shoulder a few times, and said with a gentle smile: "Empress Bingfei, I see you were writing and reading just now. What are you doing if you don't sleep so late?"

"Xiaoyuan is asleep, and I have nothing to do, so I can just find something for myself." As he said, Shen Bing put down the book in his hand, then turned his head to look at Zhao Xiaohan, who was curious behind him, and smiled slightly, "I have tried to write something myself recently and write some love stories I like, but I can't show it to you now. I will show it to you when I finish writing it!"
Chapter completed!