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Chapter 1742

It’s no wonder Mo Han had such an idea.

Since sneaking into the Yan family, Yan Jing has never stopped tempting him, such as taking Gong Hongxu away this time...

But he didn't understand why Yan Jing sent his stupid brother to do this?

Mo Han spoke quietly: "Young Master Yan Er, what are you asking about this? Do you know about this?"

"My elder brother doesn't know... no, what I ask, what will you answer, if you say something nonsense, I will remove your arm!"

Yan Jiang was almost taken a detour. Fortunately, Qin Shu, who was driving the car, coughed and reminded him in time, so that he could react immediately.

"I have no idea."

Mo Han still remained suspicious of Yan Jiang's words, so he naturally couldn't let go easily.

As soon as he said that, Yan Jiang threw a black hat viciously on his face and stared at him, "Are you lying? This hat is yours, Gong Hongxu was taken away by you!"

“…”

Mo Han looked at Yan Jiang, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this fat man was not like the one sent by Yan Jing.

Did you guess wrong?

He quietly looked at the rearview mirror.

Through the reflection in the mirror, I could barely see the woman driving with sallow skin and fine lines on her face, like a middle-aged woman.

But the sound of coughing just now sounded not that old, and it was vaguely familiar.

Yan Jiang's actions were signaled by this woman. What is their relationship?

"Hey! Say it quickly, or you will be thrown out of the car and crush you into a meat pie!"

Yan Jiang's threatening voice forced Mo Han to withdraw his thoughts.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Mo Han's eyes.

He has been in charge of Chu's secret division for many years, and nine out of the ten people he deals with are evil people.

A paper tiger like Yanjiang who pretends to be fierce can be seen through at a glance.

He is a fool after all, and he still wants to plot against himself!

Mo Han's eyes rolled slightly, and he was about to slander from Yan Jiang's mouth.

The slender hand stretched out from the front, but didn't even look at it. The silver needle in his hand fell accurately on his thigh.

In an instant, a severe pain rushed into the forehead.

Ruasi Mo Han's body, which had been tempered for thousands of times, also trembled in an instant, and cold sweat rustled down his forehead.

"If you don't tell the truth, I still have a lot of silver needles waiting for you."

A deliberately lowered voice came from the driver's seat.

Mo Han took a deep breath.

But at this moment, a vibration sounded.

Although the voice was slight, Mo Han's expression changed.

Why did Mr. Chu respond to himself at this time?

Qin Shu saw his reaction from the rearview mirror, narrowed his eyes, and ordered Yan Jiang without hesitation, "Take out the things in his clothes!"

Yan Jiang immediately responded, "Okay!"

Then, he reached out to Mo Han.

Mo Han obviously wanted to resist, but because of the silver needles inserted everywhere in his body, he was powerless.

He could only watch Yan Jiang's fat palms reach into his coat and pull out the communicator in the lining pocket.
Chapter completed!
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